Beta said this was a go... July 12th..

The Wedding-Part Six

Three years, eight months, and six days later, "Ron, can I ask you something?"

"Anything, Harry, but I can't promise I'll give you a good answer."

"Great," Harry replied sullenly.

"Well, what did you want to ask me?"

"Oh gosh, uh, crap, urgh..."

"Harry... that's not a question and half troll talk and you very well know, I do not speak troll."

"Sorry.. I'm nervous, okay!"

"Why?"

"Um.. Ron.. would.. would it be okay with you.. um if.. I.. uh.. asked Hermione to... MARRY." He croaked, "me?"

"Really, are you serious? Have you gotten the ring? Have you asked her parents, you know, threre the ones you should be asking, not me, most definitely not me."

"I know that, Ron! I.. I'm just really, quite.. rather nervous about asking them and terrified about asking her."

"Why ever so?"

"There dentists, Ron! Have you ever seen some of that dentistry equipment, it's right scary!"

"Can't say I have.. what's dentistry and a dentist?"

Harry shook his head, "Dentists are Doctors who look after your teeth, fill in your cavities and clean and flouride and drill your teeth as well."

"What's cavities?"

"Uh, a cavity.. know when one of your teeth.. uh hurts.. uh.. okay.. cavities are uh.. rotten teeth, no your teeth rotting, got it so far?"

"Uh, huh."

"Well, a dentist fills in your cavity with different tools and such, usually there's a bit of metal or something they fill in the rotten hole in your tooth with."

"Okay, have you ever gone to the dentist?"

"No, but from what I've heard, it hurts like hell."

"Oh."

"Ron... well you never answered my question.. Do you approave of myself asking Hermione to marry me?"

"Harry, you and Hermione are my best friends, but.."

"But what?" Harry questioned nervously.

"But your a right stupid prat if you thought I wouldn't approave, now go talk to the dentists.. both of her parent's are dentists, right?"

"Yes, Ron, and thank you mate! I could kiss you, but I won't, I love you!"

"I love you too, mate, your the little brother, I never had. Now get to that dentists office or wherever. Oh and you hurt our best friend and I'll kill you."



Three months later and Harry has yet to ask the dentists for their daughter's hand in marriage.

'Deep breath, Harry, deep breath, breathe, in, out, in, out, good, you can do this, yes you can, just march in there and ask, it's easy, you can do it,' said the positive voice in his head, which sounded like his love.

Another voice, more like his own said, "What if yhey don't like the idea, what if there against it? Can you handle that rejection?

'Of course I can!' came the Hermione sounding voice in his head.

'How can you be certain... can you really be sure? Look at all the rejections in your life.. can you handle this one for sure?'

'I must,' came the voice like Hermione's.

'Go ahead then, but don't come crying back to me if they reject you.

'It's an If Harry, If they reject you and why would they do that, they love you!'

Harry had now worked up quite a sweat with his internal monologue, but remembered he can do this, the worst thing that could happen is they say no, the best, they could very well say yes.

They like you, there's no reason for them to say no, Just go, NOW.'

And Harry pulled open the door to the Granger's dentist office and went in.

"Harry!" Greeted Doctor Homer "Mike" Granger, who had been speaking to the receptionist, "What brings you here?"

"Uh.." He cleared his throat, "Can I... May I speak to you and Dr. Granger?"

"Of course, you can, she's in our office, come in, come in, your lucky we're not busy at the moment."

"That's good sir," Harry followed Dr. "Mike" Granger to his shared office with Dr. Jane Granger.

"Hello Doctor Granger," Harry greeted the female doctor.

"Harry, what a pleasent surprise, how are you?"

"Good, Ma'am."

"So what brings you here, Harry?"

"Um.. well, I uh.. have a question to ask you both."

"Okay," said the male Doctor, "Fire away."

Harry took a deep breath, "Well.. would it be okay if, I.. um.. I asked Hermione to marry me, Do you approave of me asking Hermione to marry me?"

"Of course!" "Mike" exclaimed as Jane smiled happily.

"Welcome to the family, Harry," Jane exclaimed hugging him.

"I'm so glad it's you Harry, and not that arsehole Smith," "Mike" said as he too, hugged a surprised Harry Potter.

"Now, get out of here and propose to our daughter," "MIke" pushed.

"Good luck, Harry, don't worry, Hermione's going to be overjoyed."

"Well, till next time, future son in law! We need to get to work."