Four months later Hermione and Ron were planning out their wedding to be scheduled at Hogwarts, for the month of July. They had a lot of help from old friends and new additions that would bond them in matrimony.
In the months before their wedding Hermione and her mother and Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny, were all busy at work with arranging all other things.
"Professor Sprout said she'd love to do the flowers for you," said Ginny. All of the ladies had check lists of their own, marking who was doing what and when they were available.
"I talked to Professor Dumbledore this afternoon," said Mrs. Weasley, getting the other girls' attention. "He said that you can use Fawkes to deliver the invitations." Hermione nodded, writing down on her paper as the others did the same, as so they would be synchronized.
"Have you picked out the invitation design yet? I remember that friend of yours, Dean Thomas is quite the artist." Mrs. Granger said.
Ginny looked at Hermione. "Fred and George are still tight with him, I could ask them to pass it along, if Dean hasn't heard about your wedding yet?"
"That'd be great, thanks Ginny."
Ron came home at the near end of the day, walking in on the wedding plans, he strolled over to Hermione and kissed her on the cheek, "How's my angel?" He sat down at the table with the rest of them.
"I'm doing fine, we just figured out everything for the wedding, now that you're here we can revise the guest list." Hermione handed a long parchment to him, with the first name on the list being Harry and Luna Potter.
"To think, they got married before us." Ron laughed skimming through the rest of it.
After a long few hours, the guest list went from nearly 300 people to 150.
"What about Kingsley Shacklebolt from the Order?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Yeah, and also Professor Moody. He'll want to set up some sort of dark detectors." All five of them laughed out loud.
Mrs. Granger looked over at the clock and realized it didn't tell the time but showed where each member of the Weasley family was at, at that very moment. "Molly, do you have the time?"
Mrs. Weasley looked around and her eyes fell on to the outside backyard. "Oh my, why it must be nearly eleven. Come on you three, off to bed." Mrs. Weasley pulled Hermione, Ron, and Ginny up from their chairs.
"Mum, we're not little kids anymore." Ginny whined, but when she got a look from her mother, the others pushed her up the stairs.
As they walked up the stairs, Ron managed to say, "You are never too old to do what your mother tells you." Hermione nodded as she climbed up the stairs behind Ron.