Chapter 6: Wedding Preparations

"Mom, this is turning out to be the worst day of my life! My hair looks horrible," Hermione cried while her mother tried to fix the mess of curls with bobby pins. The muggle hair stylist had tried to tame the frizzy locks that surrounded Hermione's face, but the many hair products couldn't help the mane of curls.

Hermione slowly turned her head to the mirror to check if her mom was helping with the situation at all. Now, instead of twists, small curls, and the rest of her hair pulled to the back of her head, there was just a mass of locks on the top of Hermione's head.

"Mom! This isn't helping! Ok, back off! I'm going to do this my way!" Hermione exclaimed before pulling her wand out from her back jean pocket.

"Hermione, no. I told you I don't want you using magic in a public place. Cameras could be watching you at any time."

"Mother! Don't mess with me! This is MY wedding day and it's going to go the way I want it to go. So, back off before I turn you into a toad!" Hermione pointed her wand at her hair and said a simple spell and immediately her hair was tamed and held up jus the way she had wanted it to be. Her hair was elegantly pulled back to the back of her head with twists here and there. Her hair was in tamed, beautiful spiral curls and hints of sparkles could be seen in her curls.

"Hermione," Mrs. Granger whispered as she carefully took a step toward her daughter, "what if someone saw you perform that little bit of magic?"

"Ever heard of modifying people's memories. I can do it! So, if anyone saw that and actually thought they weren't going crazy, then I will modify their memory. K? K."

Hermione rushed over to the nearest mirror so she could examine her make up to be sure it looked flawless. Everything had to be perfect. A desperate cry came from Hermione's mouth as she turned her head to the left. On her left cheek a small red rash had formed. "I can't believe this! Why does this all have to happen now?" Hermione tilted her head to the other side and pulled the neck of her T-Shirt down a little to see if the rash was anywhere else. All over Hermione's chest there were little red splotches. Hermione shook her head and ran towards the bathroom with tears filling her eyes.

Hermione went to the bordering stall and locked the door behind her. She sat down on the toilet seat and started crying. "Why doesn't this have to happen to me?" she sobbed with her head in her hands.

"Hermione, sweetie, please come out. It'll be fine. There is nothing a little cover-up can't fix. Now, stop crying or your going to mess up your eye makeup even more than it probably is."

Hermione stood up and unlocked the stall door and turned to have her mom. "Mom, I can't stand this. Why can't this wedding just be over and done with?" Mascara lines were now running down Hermione's face and streaks from her tears showed on her cheeks. Mrs. Granger walked over to her daughter and lovingly put her arms around her.

"Oh, love, it's going to be alright. We're going to fix up your make up, put on your beautiful dress, and you are going to get married. So, please stop crying and then I can fix your makeup," Mrs. Granger said. "Harry is a wonderful young man and I couldn't be more pleased that you are going to spend your life with him. He will always treat you right and will always take care of you. I have no worries. You have picked a wonderful man to love and care for."

In the next hour Mrs. Granger had fixed her daughter's makeup to look even more beautiful than it had before. "Okay, hunny, go check yourself in the mirror and see if your satisfied. Hermione walked over to the closest mirror and gasped at what she saw. Her cheeks were the perfect shade of rose and her eyes were perfectly lined. Her mother had applied a sparkling powder all around her shoulders and face and had even put on matching eye shadow. Her lips were perfectly lined and colored with a neutral color and her eyelashes were no longer clumped together with mascara, but were impeccably curled and full.

"Mom, it's even better than it was before." Hermione walked over to her mother and gave her a big hug.

"Okay, we have two hours till the wedding. Go get your dress and shoes and I'll get the makeup and hair products and put them in a bag." Mrs. Granger said as she started to gather all the makeup items and put them in Hermione's green makeup bag. Hermione and her mother left the muggle salon and headed back to their car.

Hermione sat silently in the car and stared at her engagement ring on her finger. She couldn't believe that Harry and she were getting married in just a couple of hours. They had decided on a wedding the evening and in the summer. It was July and the day was perfect for an outdoor wedding. The celebration was to take place at 6:30 and was at an outdoor park. There was a gazebo for Hermione and Harry to get married in and a huge lawn for their many guests to sit and take place in the event. Harry and Hermione had decided on a muggle wedding so they could invite Hermione's friends from her life away from Hogwarts. There were supposed to be 180 guests including Dumbledore, The Weasleys, the Smiths (the Grangers neighbors and good friends), and many more. The event was supposed to be one of the biggest of the year and Hermione had to have everything be perfect.

Hermione and her mom arrived at the wedding spot an hour and a half before the wedding was supposed to start and went to the bathroom at the side of the park and hung up Hermione's dress. Hermione's father was already there with Harry and Ron and Hermione soon found Lavender trying to fix her makeup on a park bench. Hermione slowly walked over to her maid of honor and sat down next to her folding her hands neatly in her lap. "How are you holding up? You ready for your big day?" asked Lavender as she closed her compact.

"As ready as I'll ever be. Harry is the perfect guy for me and I'm sure we will be happy together. I just hope that this wedding goes the way it should. I'm praying that a small rain pour won't pop up."

"It'll be fine. There are no clouds in the sky"

"Thanks Lav." Hermione said as she turned to her friend and explained her plans for her and Harry after they were married.

"Oy! Harry! Wait up!" Ron called as he ran after Harry in a field connected to the park. Harry slowed down and waited for Ron to catch up with him before he started walking again. "Harry, where are you going?"

"I don't know. I just need some fresh air before I have to deal with all those people."

"Don't worry about it mate, I'm sure you'll do fine dealing with the Granger family. I mean you got through her dad, how hard can the rest of them be."

"Thanks, Ron. You just made me feel so much better," Harry said as he took a turn to start back towards the area where the wedding was taking place.

"Come on, we should get our…um…tuxemos on," said Ron.

"Ron, its called a tuxedo. Say it with me. Tux-e-do."

"Tux-e…shut up I can say it! I just was…"Ron trailed off mumbling with his head toward the ground.

"Hermione! You dress is gorgeous! Oh. My. God! You are gorgeous!" Hermione's old friends, Brittany and Sarah from her old neighborhood squealed.

Hermione turned and rolled her eyes, trying to get away from the now annoying girls who followed her around constantly. "Hermione! Pictures! Please hurry up!" Mrs. Granger yelled from the other room, saving Hermione from having to listen to the two hyper girls for another ten minutes.

Hermione rushed over to the room where they were having the wedding pictures being taken. Two cameras were set up, one muggle and one wizarding, and the background was a beautiful shade of midnight blue with hints of lighter blue in it. Hermione posed with all her brides maids, family, and her mom and dad; smiling till her cheeks hurt.

At a quarter after six Hermione started getting everyone together and in their order. Hermione called all her brides maids together and made sure everyone was there. Lavender, Ginny, Sarah, and Brittany all stood in their cream colored gowns and were waiting for the wedding to start. Hermione took a deep breath and awaited her walk down the aisle.