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A/N: Sorry to bring the anchor on this baby, but this is the final chapter of this story, I hope it pleases people. I want to dedicate this chapter to all of my faithful reviewers, and to all Hermione/Ron shippers. I hope you like this chapter. Enjoy.
Chapter 6: Epilogue
A year later
Hermione smiled as she walked arm-in-arm with her father down the aisle (again). She was pleasantly beautiful, happy and she was worry free of anyone trying to ruin the best day of her life. When she reached the altar, her father kissed her on her cheek and put up her veil to cover up her face again. She turned to face Ron and smiled brightly, blinking down any tears that threatened to fall. He smiled at her lovingly.
"Dearly beloved, we've gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony. Now if anyone has any—" the reverend started, but Hermione stopped him.
"Please don't say that again; that's how all of our problems began," Hermione said to him. The audience in the church laughed at her, but then stopped, recalling the incident that took place.
"Okay, I believe that the bride and the groom prepared their own vows. Please say them, starting with the groom," the reverend said to them.
Ron cleared his throat and began; "I remember when I thought you were a bossy old know-it-all. That was when we first met. We really got to know each other was when Harry and I saved you from the troll."
"I remembered that," Harry remarked.
"Shush Harry!" Ginny warned him. She was softly rocking the baby that she held in her arms.
Ron continued, "Then, there was second year, when you were petrified. I really fell in love with you then, but I thought, 'if she'll be forever petrified, I'll never her a chance to tell her how I feel, and I'll never find out if she feels the same way as me'.
"I remember all of the arguments that we've ever had," he continued as his voice cracked a little bit. "And I seriously regret them. I had no other way to show that I cared for you, and I was just protecting you when I forbade you to date another guy when we were still in school. I didn't want anyone else to take you away from me," he continued. Tears now fell down his eyes.
"Aw, don't cry Ron," Hermione said softly as she rubbed his neck to calm his nerves.
"Thank you," he told her. "Anyway, when we left school, I still never got a chance to tell you how I felt, until that day in the Three Broomsticks. And I'm glad that I did finally told you how I felt, because I would've regretted it if we didn't run into each other then," Ron said.
"My point is, you made me feel better about myself and you always helped me when I needed help. You helped me study so that I can become the best auror there is, and I feel bad that I called you a know-it-all constantly, because I never would've become an auror without you. I also don't see myself living without you in my life. I'm so glad that we gave each other a chance," Ron told her as tears fell from both of their eyes. "I love you Hermione," he concluded as Hermione smiled at him brightly through her tears.
"Now it's the bride's turn," the reverend told them.
"Ron, I actually have a confession to make," Hermione told him. He had a worried expression on his face when she said that. "I actually have had a crush on you since our first year. Remember the time where I helped you out with the spell that we had to do in charms?" she asked him.
"Yes," he answered her.
"I was actually trying to impress you that time, but that's when you thought I was a know-it-all," Hermione told him. He laughed, remembering it. "I love the fact that you actually gave me a chance afterwards. I love the fact that no matter how stubborn you are you could always admit your mistakes. I love you because you were so protective of me. I love you because you were always there for me, no matter what. I love you because…" she continued, but suddenly stopped because a sob escaped her throat. "I love you because you helped make me the person that I am and I thank you for that," she said softly to avoid another sob from escaping her throat.
"And now, the exchangment of the rings," the reverend said to them. The ring bearer (a/n: sorry I forgot to mention that) were Luna and Neville's little three-year-old boy named Michael. He held up the pillow, which held the rings. Ron took up the first one and waited for direction from the reverend.
"Do you, Hermione Elizabeth Granger take this Ronald Arthur Weasley as your lawfully wedded husband, for richer or poorer, for better or worst, in sickness and in health until death do you part?" the reverend asked Hermione.
"I do," she said as Ron slipped the ring on her ring finger.
Then Hermione took up the other ring and patted the little boy's head. "Do you, Ronald Arthur Weasley, take this, Hermione Elizabeth Granger, to be your lawfully wedded wife, for richer or poorer, for better or worst, in sickness and in health until death do you part?" the reverend then asked Ron.
"I do," he responded as she slipped the ring on his finger.
"Then, may you both take out your wands," the reverend said (they switched in the muggle one for a wizard one). They both took it out their wands and waited for instructions from the reverend. "Now, touch the tips of your wands together," he said. When they touched the tips of their wands, it sent sparks in the air. At this point, Molly Weasley let out a huge wail.
"Mum! It's okay!" Fred said to her as she continued to wail.
"And now I pronounce you, husband and wife," the reverend continued. Molly let out another wail.
"Mum! It's okay," George said to her as she sobbed on his shirt.
"Now you may kiss the bride," the reverend said.
Ron lifted her veil and whispered, "I love you," and then kissed her softly on the lips and she deepened it. After a while, the church burst into applause.
"Now, may you live your lives as Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Weasley," the reverend said to them as they held hands together. Molly let out another wail.
"My youngest boy is married!" Molly said. Tears ran down the eyes of Hermione, Ron, Harry, Neville, Ginny, Luna, Lavender and Parvati. Also, the baby that Ginny held in her hands let out a wail as well.
"Aw, she wants her mommy," Ginny said while tears continued to fall down her eyes at a steady rate. So she walked up to Hermione and handed her the baby.
"Aw, aren't you proud of mommy?" Hermione asked the baby. The little girl in her arms cooed a few baby sounds.
A few hours later
After the first dance of the bride and the groom, the father-daughter dance and the ceremonial cut of the wedding cake; Ron was carrying Hermione into their hotel room in London.
"Love you Ron," Hermione mumbled drowsily as she rubbed at her eyes.
"Love you too Hermione," he said as he laid her on the bed. He then went into the bathroom to take a long and hot shower as he left Hermione to reflect on her life. She reminisced on how she ran into Ron and Harry at their favorite pub, how she spent her year in Azkaban, how she gave birth to little Julie (who was at her Aunt Ginny's house).
"I'm so content," she mumbled into her pillow and fell asleep.
"Hermione?" Ron prodded her awake. She turned to face him. "Are you planning to sleep in your beautiful wedding dress?" She shook her head at him. Without a word, he began to unzip her dress and slipped it off her shoulders. He gathered up her dress elegantly and placed it on a hanger for her, then slipped into bed himself.
The last thing she remembered was how she stared at her dress and remembered the adventures that went with it. Then she and Ron went to make love for the first time as husband and wife.
"Truly the best day of my life," she whispered to him and let her senses take over her body.
A/N: Well, I had no other way to end it, so I ended it like that. I hope y'all liked it. I'm sorry it took so long to get up and I thank everyone for your patience and hope the wait was worthwhile.
