Sorry that this took so long to finish completely. I actually kind of forgot all about it not being done. Anyways, here's the final chapter to this past and hope to see a sequel in the near future!

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Hermione and Charlie almost couldn't wait until after the reception to be together again…almost. If it wasn't for the fact that Charlie would have had to rip Hermione's dress off her willing body and the fact that they were constantly surrounded by family and close friends who wanted pictures taken, they would have given into their desires.

"Ok. Now Hermione, I want some pictures of just you and Harry and Ron. Charlie, you are going to have to let go of her hand and get out of the frame." Yelled fellow classmate Colin Creevey, who had been hired by Molly to take the official pictures of the wedding.

Charlie sent him a glare that would have frozen the heart of any man and turned his blood into ice. He also muttered a few choice words under his breath, none of which Colin cared to acknowledge. Hermione, however, heard him perfectly and pulled him in for a small kiss before pushing him away with a swap to his bottom.

Charlie then stood behind Colin as the pictures were snapped of the golden trio. There were gag pictures taken as well with Hermione hanging over Ron's shoulder as Harry laughed on, and of the two boys looking as though they were going to throw Hermione into the fountain.

Finally Colin decided that he had enough of the three of them and called Charlie, Ginny and Draco to join their significant others for a few snaps of the camera. Then came the pictures with the parents, and finally, Colin announced that he was almost done, that all he had left to do were the pictures of Hermione and Charlie alone.

Smiling for the camera, Hermione looked as radiant as anything. But all she wanted to do was drag Charlie off to a broom closet and have him strip her gown off. The events of the night before had not been enough to satisfy her, neither had the amazing sex that they had that very morning before popping back to the house. Hermione sighed thinking about it.

"Problem love?" Asked Charlie when he heard her, turning her body towards his so that he could look at her lovely face and see love and desire reflected back in her eyes.

"My feet are killing me with these shoes on and I want you so bad right now that I'm about to have my way with you here. I don't even care if Collin snaps pictures of the entire thing."

Charlie laughed and brought her body flush against his so that she could feel his own desire against her waist. He had had to use a concealment charm so that everyone wouldn't know about his big problem. "Maybe later we can set us a camera in our room, but right now I can only take care of one of your problems." And with that he bent down to hook his right arm under her legs and swooped her us into him strong arms.

Hermione wrapped her own bare arms around her husband's neck and rested her forehead against his. "I love you husband." She said as she closed her eyes to relish the moment.

"And I love you wife." Answered Charlie as he twirled around with her and delighted in hearing her musical laugh. "Tonight I'm going to make you scream until you lose your voice."

"I can't wait to return the favor either."

"Ok you two. That's all for the pictures now. I'll snap more during the reception." Called Colin, who had been, thankfully, unaware of their conversation. He had been too busy himself, thinking of what it would be like to be Ginny…

- - - - - - -

Later that afternoon, as everyone else was resting within the cool confines of the Weasley house, newly charmed to accommodate more that the usual amount of people, a certain couple could have been found behind a rather large willow tree. Of course, with all of the commotion and people around for the wedding, the sudden disappearance of the two people had been overlooked.

"Oh Merlin love, nearly there. Just keep doing that thing with your tongue."

Ronald Weasley had his pants down around his ankles and was gripping onto the tree trunk behind him so hard that bits of bark were coming off in his large hands. He had waited for Hermione and Charlie to make their way down the aisle before grabbing Draco's hand and, practically pulling the arm out of its socket, ran away from the crowd to the first secluded spot that he found.

This had been the shed where his family kept the gardening potions and sports balls. It was there that he had all but ripped Draco's pants off and bent over a workbench with his own pants down for his lover to impale his large, stiff cock into him. Draco had also reached around in front of Ron and wanked him off so that they both finished at the same time.

That had taken a fair amount of time and both were lucky enough to just make it to where the pictures were all being taken before Molly had sent the twins out to find them, or worse, used a summoning spell on them both.

Of course, as soon as their obligations were over with, Draco had pulled Ron away from the gaggle of people and pushed him against the willow tree where they currently were as they snogged until they were forced apart for air. They then went at it again with more vigor and reached their own climaxes several times over.

Finally, Draco stood up and collapsed against Ron's hard body. Their spent cocks, glistening from spit and other bodily fluids, were brought against each other and they both enjoyed the feeling of the short lived softness against their hot skin.

Ron brought his long arms around his lover and his head to rest next to Draco's ear. "As much as I hate to say this love, we should really go inside and be sociable. I will make it up to you later though."

"Promise?" Draco questioned, his voice sounding raw and smoky. There were wicked thoughts rushing through his head about just how Ron could make it up to him, number one turning out to be with Ron in a French maid costume with convenient holes in the bottoms. Hermione had given him the idea actually with her wedding vows.

"Promise." Ron confirmed, his mind flowing along the same trail of thought.

And with that, they pulled up their pants, gave each other a longing kiss, and walked hand-in-hand back up to the house and all its movements.

Neither could wait until they were back home that night.

- - - - - - -

At that very moment, Hermione was napping in her and Charlie's room. Yes, the walls had come down and the bed put back together the minute they said 'I do'. Her dress was hung over the back of a chair and the hellish shoes had been kicked uncaringly into a corner where Hermione hoped to never have to see them again. She was sprawled between the cool confines of the sheets in only her white slip, all other undergarments tossed upon the floor or onto their chair with the hopes that they wouldn't be needed for the next while. And for comfort reasons of course.

Just as she had hoped, shortly after she had made her way up the stairs, having the final nudge to 'rest up' come from Molly, Hermione heard the door creek slowly open, the person coming in wanting to be quiet about it.

"You can be louder Charlie." She said as she heard the zipper of his trousers being pulled down.

Charlie glanced over at his mate, having thought that she would be sleeping, or trying to sleep, he had made an especially hard effort to not be loud and take her where she lay. His heart skipped a beat and then began the pound in his chest at the sound of her voice. "Sorry love, I thought you were sleeping. I didn't want to wake you up. After all, you didn't get much sleep last night."

"I was waiting for you to join me." Hermione said, still keeping her eyes closed and looked peaceful from where Charlie was standing.

'Like and Angel.' He thought as he divested himself of everything but his knickers and joined his bride between the crisp, cotton sheets. He brought her body closer to his and pressed his chest firmly into her back with his arm wrapped around her waist securely.

"I've missed this." He said suddenly, his eyes sliding shut as he did so.

"Missed what?" Asked Hermione.

"Just holding you like this. I love you Hermione."

But he never got an answer because she had already fallen asleep. And he followed shortly after, breathing in the unique aroma that was purely Hermione.

- - - - - - -

They were awoken an hour or so later by Crookshanks jumping up onto them and mewing until they both opened their eyes and removed the note that was tied around his neck. Charlie opened it up and kissed Hermione on the shoulder after they read it together.

"Looks as though they want us for the dinner now. I imagine that if we're not down there soon Ron will be coming up here and dragging us down so he can start eating." She said while leaning into Charlie and wishing that this bit was over with already and that they were alone in their honeymoon suite in the hotel in Florence.

Charlie gave her a kiss on the forehead and got up off the bed to start dressing. Hermione followed after am moment and needed Charlie to fasten the sipper on her dress before they went anywhere.

After doing so, Charlie wrapped his arms around her again and rested his head on top of hers.

They walked down the stairs together and continued on hand in hand out the door and towards the tent where the feast was being held. But, before they entered, Hermione turned to face her groom, brought his head down to kiss his full lips and was rewarded by being swept up off her feet by the man she loved.

Charlie carried her in that way and received many catcalls and clapping. From the podium at the front, a deep voice sounded out. "May I now present, for the first time ever as man and wife, Mr. and Mrs. Charlie Weasley."

The end.