Disclaimer: After 27 chapters I don't think you'll have any doubts about who owns Harry Potter and his friends. J.K. Rowling does!

A/N: Yay! I was starting to believe that I would have never seen this day! I finally can upload my last chapter! Well, let me tell you all that I had it ready since last July (July 2005), but all my beta-readers disappeared after correcting some chapters of this story. And now I don't know how I feel: I'm happy that it's finally over, but also rather sad while I'm writing this Author's Note. You know what I think it's great? The fact that I published the first chapter of this story the same day I'm uploading the last one. That's strange, though, because I didn't do it on purpose. Okay, I think I'll make this a long A/N because I have lots of things to tell you. Well, first of all I don't think that I will write a sequel to this story – sorry to all the people that asked – but I don't have any ideas for a sequel and I wouldn't know what to write. Plus, I have so many stories in my mind, that I wouldn't find the time anyway for writing a sequel. Second, I wanted to thank you. Yeah, you that are reading at this very moment, thanks for reading this story. And then, thanks to all the people that put this story in their Alerts list, in their Favourites list and in their C2s. And last, but not least, a very big thank you to all the people that reviewed in this last three years, those reviews really made my day. Well, I hate to beg for reviews, but if I'll say this I don't think that it's exactly begging. If you feel like leaving a review, and it's about year 3000 and the aliens have invaded the Earth or Voldy has won the Battle against Harry Potter, leave it anyway, I swear that I'll find the way to read it! And I'll also reply at them (if you want me to!)! Well, I think I bored you enough, sorry! But it was my last A/N to this story. Thanks again, you are all so nice. LOL!

To Darknesswritter13ebil: Thanks for reviewing this chapter! And to Angel of the North, Erin, mleegirl42, flyingthoroughbred thanks for having helped me with the story as well. I've really needed your help.

Orange Blossoms

A Hogwarts owl landed in the kitchen at the Burrow, and dropped a letter on the table before it disappeared out of the window. Kirara, Lilian's cat, yawned lazily and glanced at it, before falling back to sleep.

Mrs. Weasley looked out of the window and followed the owl with her eyes, until it disappeared behind a mountain. The courtyard in front of the Burrow was covered by the hot July sun even though it was only 7 a.m.

Mrs. Weasley took the letter from the table and read; 'Hermione Granger' on the envelope.

Another owl entered the window and left the Daily Prophet next to the letter. The little date on the right of the page said 31st of July.

Mrs. Weasley was sipping a mug of milk. Her mind dived in all the things that she had to do during the last month.

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The day after the great feast, Hermione left the Burrow for Hogwarts, where she terminated six months of studies in less than a month. She was almost 30 years old, that was true, but she hadn't touched a wand for eleven years as well. She liked to be back in her old school, but above all she particularly enjoyed her nightly 'lessons' with Ron, which rarely ended without a nice happy hour on the couch.

Mrs. Weasley had prepared everything for that day, she wanted everything to be perfect. Her last son was getting married with such a nice woman, and their daughter was the most incredibly gifted witch that she had ever seen.

Mr. Weasley and his sons, Bill and Charlie pulled out of nowhere a big gazebo covered with white roses, which at that very moment stood in the garden behind the house.

Mrs. Weasley had never worked so much and so happily in her kitchen. She, with Ginny and all her daughters in law, had worked for more than a week, but now everything was ready. There were so many things to eat that they could have fed all the Hogwarts pupils for a week.

All the invitation had been sent and they got answers from everybody, there was nobody who said that anyone couldn't come. Even Draco Malfoy.

Now there was very little to do. Mrs. Weasley sat in the kitchen, waiting for someone to come down, so that she could have made herself useful and prepared the breakfast.

The ceremony would be beginning only four hours later and, knowing his family, everybody would have been ready before 11 a.m.

Finally Molly heard someone's steps on the stairs. She looked at the door, waiting to see someone entering the kitchen.

"Can't you sleep, Hermione dear?" asked Mrs. Weasley when she entered the kitchen.

"Nope," she said, smiling and sitting next to Mrs. Weasley, "And you, Mrs. Weasley?"

Mrs. Weasley smiled and shook her head, "I can never sleep when one of my children is getting married," then she added, picking up a letter from the table, "This has just arrived, it's for you Hermione."

Hermione looked at it and read her name. Then she recognize the Hogwarts envelope and her eyes widened.

"Don't you want to open it, dear?" asked Mrs. Weasley smiling.

Hermione smile back at her, "Of course," she whispered.

She opened it and read the letter.

"How is it?" asked Mrs. Weasley, already knowing the answer.

"I can't complain," said Hermione laughing. She passed the letter to Mrs. Weasley.

Mrs. Weasley read it quickly; "Hermione, that's very good. You got Outstanding everywhere! I knew you would!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley." said Hermione, blushing.

"Milk, darling?"

Hermione nodded and a big cup of milk appeared in front of her.

"Thank you," she repeated smiling and started sipping the milk. "Mrs. Weasley?"

"Yes, dear?"

"I feel strange. It's almost a month that I have a stomach-ache and a headache. But you see, maybe it's just the nerviness for today."

Mrs. Weasley looked intently at her and smiled. "Maybe," she answered thoughtfully.

Hermione smiled without understanding.

Mrs. Weasley looked at her watch. "Oh, my gosh! It's almost 7:30, and I have so many things to do! I had better hurry up." she exclaimed, sitting up.

Hermione finished her milk and got up too. "I can help you, Mrs. Weasley, if you want, I can't come back to my room and get ready, because Ron and Lilian are still sleeping in there."

"Oh, Hermione dear, I would never let you help me in your condition." said Mrs. Weasley, reaching out a hand to stop her.

"In my condition?" she asked.

Mrs. Weasley smiled and blinked. ""You are the bride, dear." she said, and with that she disappeared upstairs.

Hermione followed her with her eyes, then she decided to sit down on the sofa and wait for someone to come down.

Ron opened his eyes and found himself staring at his daughter. She was still sleeping. He looked out of the window. The sun was shining brightly. He checked his alarm clock. 7:30 a.m.

Then he searched for Hermione next to Lilian, but her part of the bed was empty. He got up and sat on the bed, picking up his wand from the bedside table and getting up to walk towards the door on tiptoes.

He walked to the door next to his, and without knocking on it he entered.

A man was snoring on the bed.

"Harry?" called Ron, peering at Harry's lying body.

Harry snorted.

"Harry! Are you sleeping?"

"Yes, I'm sleeping, Ron. Go back to bed." he answered in a sleepy voice.

"Are you sure? If you are talking than you can't be sleeping, can you?"

Harry rubbed his eyes and tried to sit up on his bed, then he searched for his glasses.

"Ron, what the hell are you doing here at -" -he looked at his watch- "- at 7:30 a.m.?"

"Harry," he whispered sitting next to him on the bed, "I have to tell you something."

Harry sighed. "Go on, mate."

"I'm afraid!" he said quickly.

"Ron, it's perfectly normal. You are getting married, everybody is scared on the day of their wedding."

"How do you know? You are not married, maybe it's me, I'm not right for Hermione, and she doesn't want to marry me, she just-"

"Ron, will you stop it please?" Harry interrupted him, "Of course you are right for Hermione, you have waited for her for twelve years."

"I know but maybe she deserves more than me."

"Ron, Hermione loves you. She really does. What can be righter than love?"

"I don't know..."

"You don't know because the answer is nothing. Ron, please, today is your day." said Harry, smiling.

Ron smiled back, "You're right. I think that I'll go downstairs and get something to eat for breakfast."

"Good idea." said Harry, jumping out of bed.

"Oh, Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Happy birthday, mate."

"Thank you, Ron."

They headed for the kitchen, but halfway through Ron stopped for a snogging with Hermione for about twenty minutes in the living room.

At about 10:00 a.m., the Burrow was filled with redheads. Everyone was trying to get ready. The mothers had to look after their children and, sometimes, after their husbands as well.

The guests were arriving, and the garden was full of people dressed in wonderful outfits.

Colin was trying to take a picture of everybody To Ginny's great annoyance.

In Ron's bedroom, Mrs. Weasley, Mrs. Granger, Ginny and Fleur were trying to prepare Hermione for the ceremony.

In Harry's bedroom, Ron, Harry, Fred, George, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Granger were trying to prepare Ron for the ceremony.

Mrs. Weasley forbade Ron to enter in his room and see Hermione before the wedding.

Hermione was wearing a long, white, simple dress, with a very soft shawl, and Ginny had done a great job with her hair. She put little white flowers in it.

Mrs. Weasley kept bringing her hands to her mouth and hugging Hermione.

Ginny, Fleur, Penelope, Angelina, Katie and Rose were Hermione's bridesmaids, while Ron's brothers and Harry were his best men.

Hermione looked out of the window, and spotted all the guests in the garden. They were a lot.

"Hermione?" Ginny called, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Yes?"

"Are you ok? You look distracted." she said, smiling.

"Of course she's ok!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley blinking and patting on Hermione's stomach.

Fleur and Ginny giggled and Mrs. Granger brought her hand to her mouth.

"What? How do you know?" asked Hermione bemused.

Mrs. Weasley blinked again. "Sorry, dear, I have to go down and check on my grandchildren. Fleur, Ginny, will you help me?" she said, disappearing behind the door.

"See you downstairs, Hermione." said Ginny, before she and Fleur followed her mother.

Mrs. Granger stepped towards Hermione. "I'll send for your father, darling. You look beautiful!" and she left the room.

A moment later Hermione's father knocked on the door.

Ron was waiting for his bride outside, under the gazebo. All the guests were sitting on white chairs. They were so many and all their eyes were all on Ron. Ron was sweating quite a lot. Half because everybody was looking at him, and half because he was wearing a long black cloke and was boiling hot under the July sun.

Draco was in the front line, and he was chewing on some gum. Lavender Brown was sitting next to him and, to Ron's great surprise, she pulled out her wand and pointed it at Draco, muttering something. A second later, Draco choked on the gum. Lavender patted him on his back and smiled at him. Draco thanked her and threw away the gum.

Hagrid was sitting on the last three chairs, so that he couldn't have obscured the scene for anybody.

All the Weasley's cousins were sitting in the first three lines of chairs, then followed all the others relatives, Hogwarts' staff, Hogwarts' pupils, friends, friends of friends, friends of friends of friends and people that nobody remembered.

Finally the music started. A happy looking Hermione came out of the door to the Burrow, holding his father's arm.

When she reached Ron, her father kissed her and went to sit next to Mrs. Granger. Ron stared at her, she was gorgeous, a vision.

A man in a white suit, who was the one that was going to marry them, started to speak.

"Ron," whispered Hermione.

Ron turned a little his head towards her. "What?" he whispered back.

"I have to tell you something."

Ron looked at her. "Come on, then."

"I'm pregnant." she whispered, smiling.

Ron's face was radiant.

Finally they were together, and he knew that nothing could have torn them apart. He would see his face reflected in her eyes forever and she would always have him at her side.

Whatever would happen in their future, they would always have each other's love. And that was more than enough.

- The End -