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Chapter Four
'Till Death Do us Part.
The next morning, the sun just beginning to peek its bright face over the tops of the trees, two bodies were waking to the sounds of intense screaming.
"Harry, make them stop, please?" Asked Ginny, her head of bright red burying under the multitude of pillows that had gathered on the bed.
The green eyes of Harry Potter sparkled in the sadness that he could really do nothing to help his wife. All that he could do would be to put up a silencing charm around the walls of their room, which had been done several times over the past few days, only to have them broken by the loud screams made by a climatic finish. It was becoming less of a hassle to just leave them down.
"Sorry love. You know that there's nothing that any of us can do, except to be happy that Ron found someone that makes him as happy as you make me."
Ginny sighed at the known knowledge. She knew that it was just something that she would have to accept, and it would be over as soon as her and Harry moved back home later that night. The wedding would bring a sigh of relief from everyone who had to share a home with Ron and Draco. Thankfully, they too were heading back home, to Malfoy Manor, later that night as well.
Looking at the clock beside their bed, Harry noticed that it was past six, and decided to get up and shower before everyone else was awake. Granted, everyone would probably be up now, thanks to none other than Draco and Ron.
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That very same morning, the twins were sleeping peacefully in their own flat, which was situated conveniently above their first joke shop. Fred Weasley, who was having the most amazing dream of his life, was twitching as a reaction of this particular dream, the one that had been reoccurring for the past few months.
You see, this was the dream that was based on the historical past of Fred's sexual encounters, only every woman that he had ever slept with had the same body, face, hair…basically it was the same woman.
The witch from down the street that Fred had hooked up with a few times, she now looked like his fantasy witch as she lay sprawled over his workbench.
The witch from his seventh year at Hogwarts, the one that he met up with in the room of requirement every Saturday night, she looked like his fantasy witch.
The one witch that he had shared with George, well, she looked like herself. Of course, that was because she was the witch of his dreams and he could not get her out of his head, let alone his dreams.
Hermione Granger, soon to be Hermione Weasley, was the only person in the whole world who Fred wanted to share the rest of his life with. Sure, he was happy that she was happy with his older brother, but that was only true in the deepest part of his body, somewhere near his big toe. To sum it all up, he wanted her. He wanted her really bad.
You see, Fred Weasley was a simple man, meaning that he though with his dick before the rest of his body, and he had been longing for her ever since he left him and his brother.
He still had the most amazing dreams about the time that George and him had her at the same time the night after her graduation from post-Hogwarts education, after she got her diploma for teaching transfiguration. The three of them had had a bit too much vodka and Hermione had decided to stay at their flat with them for the night, something that she had done in the past when something like this had happened.
That night, one thing led to another and the three of them found themselves in the tub, magically enlarged to accommodate the three of them comfortably, with Hermione happily sandwiched between them, being penetrated from all angles. They then moved their activities to George's bedroom where they continued the pleasure they all wanted.
It wasn't until later, after George had fallen asleep, fully and contentedly exhausted, that Hermione and Fred were able to have some time alone. They had then proceeded to make love to each other at the end of his brother's bed until the morning rays of sunlight were starting to drift into the room, illuminating their sweaty bodies.
The erotic experience of having Hermione to himself, if only for a while, was something that Fred would never forget. It was the moment that he had realized that he was in love with her, but that he could truly never have her to himself.
A muffled scream of release, and Fred was shaken from his peaceful slumber, awoken by his own desire.
The night before had been a bust for both him and George. Their plans of kidnapping Hermione and forcing her to drink until she passed out, then enabling them to bring her home with them for old time's sake, was ruined when they popped unto her room and found that she wasn't there. And not only was she not there, but she wasn't in the house and no one knew where she was.
Granted, they figured out that she must have snuck out with Charlie when they couldn't locate him as well.
So the two of them decided to retire home and put all of their energy into developing a way to make the next days ceremony an event to remember.
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Hermione awoke to Charlie lying beside her in the long grass beside the lake. She rolled over and snuggled closer to his naked body, wanting to bury herself in the warmth that he provided. She could stay like that forever, clinging to him and breathing in his scent.
Then it hit her. They were getting married in only a few hours. She would be spending her remaining days with him. At that thought, she let out a small giggle. It wasn't loud, but it was enough to wake her lover.
"Morning love." He moaned, sleep still having a strong hold over him.
"Morning." She replied, tilting her head up so that she could see his face, and was rewarded with a passionate kiss.
When they parted, Hermione put her head back to where it was and sighed. "We have to get back to our rooms love. If your mother ever found us, she would go into a fit of hysterics before the wedding, and that's the last thing that I want."
"You're right. We should get going. I need to shower before the ceremony as well, since mine was interrupted last night." He said cheekily, running his hands up and down the body of the goddess on top of him, giving a little squeeze every now and then.
They both began to sit up grudgingly, not wanting to leave their comfortable positions, and not wanting to head back to where they weren't allowed to indulge in their morning sexual cravings. Instead, there was another kiss and each apparated to their separate rooms, waiting for after the reception when they could really be together and could stay that way until the end of time.
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The next few hours were rushed and energetic. There were final preparations to be made; dresses to wiggle into, flowers to pin on, and the garter belt had mysteriously gone missing. After an hour of looking for that particular piece of material, Fred had 'found' it and was the one to safely deliver it to Hermione directly. He also had to be practically shoved out the door so that she could put it on.
It was too soon that it was time for the ceremony, but everything seemed to work out just in time. Hermione's hair was done in an elegant up-sweep with little ringlets cascading from the top and falling just above her shoulders. Her make-up was unnoticeable, but made her features stand out more than they normally would. And the dress was tailored to fit her every curve and trail daintily behind for a foot or two. The whiteness was unmarred by the dirt of the ground by a simple charm that Molly had cast.
Ginny and Fleur were waiting for Hermione at the end of the aisle, which was cut off from the guests, the ceremonial alter and her family by a fence of flowers that were growing up a trellis that ran along the back of the grounds. Fleur and Bill had flooed in for the occasion from France, where Bill had been transferred a few years ago. Their two boys were the ones who were going to unravel the carpet that would be walked upon by Hermione and Charlie as they made their trip down the aisle.
The music was just starting to play, signaling that it was almost time for everything to begin, when Charlie slipped his hand into Hermione's and brought her close to him. He had only just gotten there, having been delayed by a enchantment that Fred and George had placed on his pants, said pants walking away from him whenever he got his one leg in them.
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As people were still filing in, Ron sat as though he had ants in his pants. He hated that he was right beside Draco and couldn't truly touch him. It was driving him mental. All that Ron wanted to do was get out of his seat, drag Draco behind him, and take Draco's full cock into his mouth and lick him until he begged for release. It made no difference that that was what they had just been doing that morning while they lounged in bed; he wanted his hunger satisfied again.
Draco was thinking something along the same lines, Ron could tell by the slight flush that graced his face while his hand stroked Ron's thigh absentmindedly. Neither, in truth, could wait for the end of the sure to be long ceremony to be alone together.
"How long do you think this will be?" Asked Draco all of a sudden, his voice bordering on whiney.
"I don't know love. Bill and Fleur's was almost two hours, but half of it was in French."
"How long do we have in-between the ceremony and the reception?"
"A few hours. More than enough time to spend in bed. Don't worry."
Draco seemed to calm down at those words and began to think of ways for them to spend their time together.
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"Ready love?" He asked, planting a small kiss on her temple.
"More than you know." She answered, leaning into his body and wishing that they could just fall a few hours into the future so that they would truly be together forever.
Charlie wrapped his arms fully around his fiancées waist and tucked her head under his chin, all the while closing his eyes and wishing the same things as her.
"Come on you two. It's just about time now." Ginny broke through their reverie and brought them into the present. "Pierre and Jean Michel just went, and you two go after Fleur and I, so get ready."
No sooner had she said it and Fleur want herself, followed several steps behind by a smiling Ginny, each sprinkling flower petals in their wake.
As soon as they were in position, and the boys settled in their seats with Molly and Arthur, as well as their father and uncles, the music changed to the wedding march and all the guests turned in their seats to catch their first look at the bride.
Charlie reached behind her and smoothed his mother's veil over her face, then held out his arm to Hermione, which she gratefully took because she felt as though she was about to fall down is something, or someone, wasn't there to anchor her. "I love you Hermione."
They took their first step towards becoming connected for the rest of eternity.
"I love you too Charlie. I always will."
They walked silently down the white covered aisle, which was strewn with colorful spots, stealing glances at each other every few steps, which made all the women in the seats sigh at the love shown and the men get that feeling in the pit of their stomachs that told them they would never hear the end of 'how romantic the ceremony was' and 'why could they never be that loving towards them?' when they got home.
Molly immediately pulled out her orange handkerchief and started to dab at her eyes. She knew that she would be needing it throughout the entire ritual.
Hermione gripped onto Charlie's arm as if it was a life preserve that was keeping her above water and could feel the beginning of tears forming in her eyes from the sheer love that she felt for him. She was just in disbelief that they were even together, let alone marrying him at that very moment. He was just so amazing and perfect, she almost felt unworthy…Almost.
The alter was finally reached and Hermione and Charlie turned towards each other, clasping their hands together after Charlie lifted the veil from her face. It amazed him every tine that he saw her that she was truly his for keeps. He thought that he had lost his chance when she started to be with the twins, but fate must have been on his side. The three of them eventually went their separate ways and she was finally his to be seduced. Granted, the seducing was done in equal parts from both of them and Charlie was the one that was dragged into bed by Hermione. It had been the best, and kinkiest sex of his entire life, up until that point. Later, there was much more exploration and games that were played, each one topping the other for the rank of 'the best'.
Albus Dumbledore then began to bless the couple, his words floating over and above the couple who were so immersed in each other that they weren't really paying attention. In fact, Albus had to touch Charlie's arm to get his attention to drink the blessed wine, which Hermione also partook in.
Then it was time to exchange their vows, Hermione and Charlie deciding to write their own and recite them instead of the traditional ones that some couple preferred. Charlie went first, as was the custom for the ceremony.
"Hermione," He began, "from the very first moment that I saw you, there was a feeling inside of me that I just couldn't describe. You were this girl that my baby brother brought home one summer who had bushy hair and who claimed to be his best friend. Everyone thought that you would end up with him, but I always wished that you were there with me. Then as the years went by, I saw you grow into the woman that I stands before me, the woman who I was finally able to identify that I loved. It tore my heart out when I saw you with other guys, but I finally let jealousy give me the courage that I needed to ask you out so that I would be the guy you were with. Then, it was if I finally had meaning in my life, other than my work and family. I began to feel that I would stop breathing if something ever happened to us. I love you so much and I want to be able to protect you, hold you, kiss you, and be your husband for the rest of our lives." There were tears silently rolling down his cheeks, a sign of the true passion that he felt. Hermione raised her land and wiped them away with the pad of her thumb, keeping eye contact and smiling at him with all of her heart.
"Charlie, words cannot describe what you make me feel because they conflict so much that they would never make any sense spoken aloud. But I know in my heart that they are true and important. I fell in love with you the first time that you held my hand and knew that we would be forever the first time that we kissed. Even from the time that I was fifteen, there was an element of lust that I held towards you. You were one of my first crushes and you will be my last. I want to be the mother of your children, the nurse when you are sick, the woman that you grow old with, but never your maid." The last comment earned a laugh from Charlie and everyone who heard it. "I want to love you forever and always and be there for you through all that life brings us."
Hermione then started to cry herself, thanking Ginny for insisting on waterproof mascara. The last thing that she wanted was to look like a tramp for Charlie on their wedding day…maybe on the honeymoon, but not right then.
Dumbledore then placed the rings into their hands, each putting the others on, and blessed the white ribbon that was tied to each. It was an ancient custom to them that connected their souls for life, as well as their hearts. It made it so that no wizarding couple could ever file for a divorce, but also that they would be forever together in spirit, even if something happened to one of them.
After the blessing was said, the ribbon shimmered until it disappeared from sight, a symbol of the bonds that tie every person together.
Finally, Albus said the words that they were all waiting for, "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Charlie gathered Hermione into his arms and kissed her with every drop of his being, happy to finally be able to express his emotions in front of his family and friends. He dipped her backwards and gave everyone a show, and then some.
The happy couple never even heard the twins release their surprise, which were thousands of butterflies that exploded mid-air into millions of tiny bubbles.
"If she can't be ours mate, she might as well be as happy as she can be." Whispered Fred to George, the feelings for Hermione still in his mind, but becoming more and more faint as he continued to see her smile with his brother. "But if he ever hurts her, I will have his balls cut off and bronzed for a trophy."