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Chapter 12

"HERMIONE JANE GRANGER!" Hermione shot out of bed as the angry 21-year-old charged into her room, her lime green hair now long-enough to fall over her shoulder.

"Dear God, Akane, you nearly gave me a heart attack." Hermione sighed, placing her wand back down on the end table. "What did I do this time?"

"YOU GOT ENGAGED AND I HAVE TO FIND OUT FROM MY BOYFRIEND!"

"Oh, yeah, I knew I was forgetting to tell someone."

"You forgot! You forgot!"

"Hold your horses…here; you can be your first to get your invitation."

Akane simmered down some to see the peach colored envelope Hermione was handing her. Opening the envelope, she first noticed the roses around the border. Inside the roses, it read,

'Mr. & Mrs. Jayson Gregory Granger

request the honor of your presence at the marriage of their daughter

Hermione Jane

To

Mr. Ronald Bilius Weasley

Saturday, the fourth of May, two thousand and two

At five o' clock in the afternoon

Stoatshead Hill Church'

"My Hermione is finally getting married." Akane's anger was dropped as she enveloped Hermione in a huge hug. "It's such a sweet occasion." Akane wiped fake tears from her eyes.

"Oh stick a sock in it and help me with these." Hermione indicated to the laundry that she had been folding when Akane charged in.

"So, Ronald Weasley, and to think, we only meet him what, 4 months ago."

"You only met him 4 months ago. I've known him for eleven long years. By the way, how are you and Mr. Malfoy doing?"

"Well…" Akane had an evil glint in her eye.

"Spare me gory details." Hermione added quickly. Akane's face dropped, but she smiled again as she talked about her relationship with Draco.

"Honey, I'm home!" Harry came into Ron's apartment smiling from ear to ear.

"Funny, Hermione, your voice has changed quite a bit." Ron laughed, his eyes not moving from the book he had on his lap.

"Now, Ronald, do not tell me you are more interested in that book than you are in your best mate."

"I can't help it, Harry, come look." Harry rounded the chair and saw his own face smiling up in from the pages along with Hermione and Ron. He recognized this particular scene from 4th year, right after coming from the lake. All three of them were soaking wet and smiling, Hermione trying to get her hair to lay semi-flat as it was starting to dry and frizz, Ron stealing glances at her from time to time, and Harry cleaning off his glasses.

"Ahh, Memories." Harry smiled and turned through some of the other pages, then turned to some other photo albums on the bookshelf next to them. "What's this?" he asked, taking a baby blue album he had never looked at off the shelf.

"Oh, just baby pictures, nothing big." Ron waved his hand dismissively. Harry sat on the floor and let the book fall open. After flipping through a couple of pages, Harry gasped.

"Ron, Look at this." Ron slipped off his chair and looked toward the album. There he saw his mom sitting on the couch at the burrow, him on her lap. There was a woman sitting next to her, also holding a young boy, that Ron had never given much thought too. But now Harry sat pointing at the young boy with jet black hair on the red head's lap and something clicked into place. Harry snatched out his wallet and pulled out a picture of his mum and dad smiling together. Placing it next to Ron's picture confirmed what he had guessed. "Best Mates since we were tots." Harry laughed. Ron laughed but looked kind of puzzled.

"Come on, let's go talk to mum."

Ron and Harry arrived at the burrow, Harry holding the two pictures. "Mother dearest we would like to have a chat with you!" he called into the house.

"I'm in the kitchen, Harry dear."

"Mum, how long have Harry and I been friends?" Ron asked sitting down at the kitchen table.

"Since you met at Platform 9 ¾, I believe."

"Perhaps I should rephrase the question, when did Harry and I meet?" Ron asked. Harry came up to Mrs. Weasley and handed her the picture they had found in Ron's Photo Album.

"Oh dear." Mrs. Weasley sat down on the bench next to Ron and smiled. "Sorry for not telling you dears, but I had my reasons." Harry raised an eyebrow and Mrs. Weasley continued. "For one, I didn't want you both to feel like you had a forced friendship. I didn't want you to feel as if you meet as babies and then were just supposed to automatically become friends ten years later. I was pleased that you did, but I didn't want to force it on you. Secondly, I didn't want you to feel obligated, Harry."

"Why would I feel obligated?"

"Lily used to give us a lot of money. She always joked that it wasn't really hers, James inherited it, and so she didn't feel bad about giving away her husband's money." Mrs. Weasley laughed at the memory. "She assured us that they worked no harder for that money then we did, James inherited it from his Dad, who inherited it from his dad, who inherited it from his dad. No one's quite sure who in your family actually earned that money, Harry."

"Mrs. Weasley you should have said something sooner!" Harry laughed. "I've been trying to give you money since I knew I had any, but I didn't want you all to think I felt sorry for you or anything. Now I can just say I'm continuing my mothers work."

"Oh Harry you don't have to…"

"I know I don't but I am going to. 200 Galleons will be in your account by midnight. God day and Good night." Harry disappeared with a pop.

"You have a good friend, Ronald Weasley."

"And you have a good Son, Molly Weasley, and no, I don't mean me."

Harry entered his house whistling merrily.

"And why are we so chipper this morning?" Ginny smiled to her husband.

"Because I finally found an excuse to give your parents a huge amount of money."

"And there accepting it?"

"They have to."

"Why so?"

"Cause My Mum used to give them money and they accepted it, now I must continue on my parents' traditions." Harry smiled.

"I love you, you know that?"

"Hmm…I think you may have mentioned it once."

"You know how much I love you?"

"Would you care to show me?"

"Depends, who can we dump Alex on?" Harry laughed, and went to the crib next to the couch, picking up his sleeping son, he turned back to Ginny.

"I just gave your mother 200 Galleons. I think that's a good babysitting price don't you?"

"Very, I'll be right back." Ginny took her son, and with a quick pop was gone.

"I still don't get what you see in this Ron, kid." Akane commented, Helping finish put away Hermione's clothes. "I mean he's tall, skinny, kind of lanky, he has loads of freckles, and his hair can get kind of annoying."

"but the fact that he so tall makes me fell safe, He's no skinnier than Malfoy, if you've had seen him with out a shirt on you wouldn't think he's lanky, his freckles make him look cute, and his hair is a beautiful color. Not to mention he is nice, romantic, sweet, respectful, slightly rich and knows I'm slightly crazy but loves me anyway. Plus he has the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen."

Akane, who has blue eyes, pouted slightly. She sat down on the edge of Hermione's bed and pretended to mope for a second, then suddenly exclaimed. "You've seen him with out a shirt on! Go Hermione!"

Hermione blushed and turned to her American friend, "We went swimming you loser! Keep your mind out of the gutter!"

Ron sat back in his living room, smiling fondly at his newest photo album. Right after Christmas, Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and himself went on a full fledged shopping trip. They had taken a whole bunch of pictures of them all trying on a bunch of crazy different clothing. After that they had all headed to a sort of wizarding Recreation Center. They went swimming then headed to a separate room where he and Harry had dueled to the cheers of there wife/soon to be wife. He had forgotten how much fun it was to be with Hermione and was so glad that he had finally found her. In fact, it was less than a month away before she would be his wife. He couldn't wait; he had planed a surprise honeymoon for her. He had talked to the school she worked for and they had agreed that she could miss the first to weeks of May following her wedding. He was taking her to a private wizarding resort on the main island of Hawaii. He was sure she was going to love it. Not to mention the immature part of his brain really couldn't wait for this wedding to get here. They had a agreed to remain virgins until they had gotten married, and even though they had a few close calls, they had managed to stick to that promise. Ron tried to shake the sick thoughts from his head and placed his album back on the shelf. 'It's a beautiful day for training.' Ron thought to himself, and with a crack he was on the pitch ready to fly.

"Have I ever mentioned how great that is?" Ginny sighed, lying on the bed next to Harry.

"Dear, you married Harry Potter. The amazing and wonderful in everything he does, Harry Potter. What made you think this would be any different?"

"Full of yourself much?" Ginny laughed turning to her husband.

"No not really, just trying to fulfill the great standards that the media sets for me."

"No media should ever find out about this standard. I think I might cry if our sex-life gets posted in some magazine."

"I won't tell if you won't." Harry stuck out his pinky.

"You are such a girl." Ginny laughed, but took his pinky anyway.

Wow, can you believe this story is58 pages in Word now, excluding author's notes? Wow, I never thought I could right this much. Anyway, This was going to be posted a couple of days ago but I've been busy and such so I yet again must say I'm terribly sorry.

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