"Are you ready for tomorrow?" He said, wrapping his arms around Hermione's waist.
She made him jump and drop the plate she was washing. She quickly turned around in his arms and he was smirking at her.
"Yes," she said with a smile.
He brushed a strand of her bushy hair away and tucked it behind her ear. This made her blush and she didn't fight his arms.
"I can't believe you're going to be my wife in less than twenty-four hours. I can't wait to marry you." He brushed his nose against Hermione's and she blushed even more.
"It feels surreal," she replied. She couldn't believe that she ever had a chance with this boy. She had loved him ever since third year, but kept it quiet because she was sure he wouldn't want any of it. She worked hard and loved hard for this boy and now this boy would become her husband.
"What? That you will be a Mrs?" He laughed. He placed a hand on her check and stared at her like he was staring at the most beautiful thing in the world.
"Just these past six years have gone by so fast and now I'm marrying you, it just feels surreal. I always wondered if I would ever be with you, as much as a girlfriend even." She loved this boy more than anything, the way he would always fight with her, the way he always ended up being convinced by her, the stolen kisses, the nights alone in his bed doing things his mom very much disapproved of.
"Well, thankfully you were my girlfriend and now you will be my wife." He winked.
"I was always jealous of Ginny marrying Harry but honestly it's better that we're getting married after them."
"No need to be jealous. Don't worry, Mione, I'll still treat you the same, except at night." He laughed.
She felt her face turn red.
She reached up and placed her hands through his hair and pulled him closer to her. Their lips met and suddenly they were passionately kissing each other. She always loved the feeling of his smooth, warm lips upon hers. She wanted to touch him, kiss him forever, but he tended to only let her do those things when they were alone. She had memorized the feeling of his lips, the way they would move against hers, and the way they would both melt into each other every time their lips met.
He suddenly picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his torso. He placed her on the counter and they were in an intense need for each other.
He kept kissing her. His lips went down her jaw and her neck. She left her hands in his hair as he kept kissing her neck.
She pulled him up to where their eyes met and in less then a second they were already kissing each other once again.
He stopped with heavy breathing and said, "No one is home. Want to go to my room?" He asked.
Hermione started to blush but quickly nodded her head in agreement. She wasn't a very physical person with people other than him. She always had the need to touch him, but she never needed a hug from Ginny.
He kissed her again and picked her up off of the counter. She was thankful for him being strong enough to carry her body. She was fairly skinny and she was light. She didn't mind, it was easier for him to carry her.
The door creaked open and someone yelled, "RONALD WEASLEY!"
Right away their lips parted and Ron dropped Hermione on the ground. She stood there awkwardly as Ron rubbed his neck. She knew how awkward it was around Mrs. Weasley. That's why they barely showed physical affection during the day time.
"Hi, mum," Ron said. He smiled at her and she appraised Ron who laced his hand into Hermione's.
"What were you doing with, Hermione?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
Hermione knew that it was better if she kept quiet while Mrs. Weasley lectured Ron about everything he did.
"Snogging," Ron said quickly. He didn't hesitate to just admit that it was true.
"Well did you ask her permission?" Mrs. Weasley was always on Ron about respecting Hermione which was sweet but that never really drilled into Ron's brain.
"I was the one who initiated it," Hermione admitted. She didn't understand why Mrs. Weasley was very strict about Ron dating but she was.
"Oh okay." She immediately forgot the matter. "Ron, Harry is waiting for you by the car and Ginny will be in, in a few."
"Okay, thanks, mum," Ron said. "Bye, Mione, I'll see you when you walk down the aisle."
He leaned down and kissed her gently and Hermione knew that he didn't want to leave her, but to be fair she didn't want him to leave her.
"I'll be the one in white," she said. She smiled at him and he grabbed his coat, gave Mrs. Weasley a kiss on the cheek and left out the front door with a wink for Hermione.
"Ron is such a sweetheart," Mrs. Weasley said.
She walked to the counter and started to put some food away that she must've gotten while she was out.
"You raised him right," Hermione said.
Mrs. Weasley placed her hands on Hermione's cheeks and gave her a kind smile, a motherly smile. "Thank you, dear."
The front door opened and Harry came in with Ginny. She rolled her eyes and Harry looked around the room very quickly, giving it a quick sweep. Ron was behind Harry rolling his eyes as well.
"Hey, Mione," Ginny said. Her red flaming hair was very beautiful and her brown eyes were full of love.
"Hey, Gin," Hermione said. She went up to Ginny and gave her a hug. "You're getting so big!" Hermione said.
Ginny was pregnant with her first child and was due in a few months.
Ginny gave Hermione a death glare.
"That's good, I'm not calling you fat," Hermione said. She rolled her eyes.
"Anyways I am fat and can't play quidditch anymore."
"It's for a good cause."
Hermione saw Harry and smiled at him. He smiled back. Hermione went up to him and pulled him into a big hug. Hermione knew Harry ever since Hogwarts and there wasn't a day that went by that she didn't see Harry. They were very close and he was the first person who knew that Hermione had been seeing Ron. He was the perfect friend, he was kind, thoughtful, and always wanted to help people.
"Congratulations, Mione. I always knew you and Ron would end up together," Harry said.
"Like I haven't heard that before." She pulled out of his hug and he was smiling so much. Recently Harry had been so happy with his life, true he had lost a lot of people while he was at Hogwarts but now he was married to Ginny and they were starting a family, he was welcomed into the Weasley's and he was a Weasley.
"Come on, you guys were made for each other," Harry reassured her.
"No need to gloat, Harry," Ron said. He was staring at her with his blue eyes that were always filled with the most love everytime he looked at her.
"What can I say? I'm a matchmaker. I was the one who made you guys friends," Harry said proudly.
"Yes well he always insulted me. I don't think you're the matchmaker I think Mrs. Weasley is," she said.
"No, dear, you and Ron are the ones who found each other, none of that 'I did it' crap," Mrs. Weasley said. She smiled proudly at her son. "Now off you go, boys, Arthur is waiting at the Three Broomsticks. Have fun." She waved them off with her arms.
Hermione went up to Ron before he left and gave him one last kiss which he graciously accepted from her. He placed a hand on her cheek and after they kissed they placed their foreheads against each other. He kissed the tip of her nose and said, "I'll see you later, my love."
And he was gone.
"He'll be back. He can't stay away all night, it's Ron," Ginny said.
Hermione turned around to face the two women. "It just doesn't feel real. If I told myself ten years ago that tomorrow I would be marrying Ron, I wouldn't believe myself. I'm going to be Hermione Weasley." She breathed.
"You should keep your maiden name," Ginny said. Ginny had taken up sitting at a bar stool by the counter, eating a cupcake that Mrs. Weasley had made for her.
"What? Like Hermione Granger-Weasley? Or just keep Hermione Granger, but say I'm married to Ron."
"Hyphenate it. I took Potter, but I almost hyphenated my name to Ginny Weasley-Potter, but you know it's cool when someone says, 'Potter? Like Harry Potter,'" Ginny said. She had a very mischievous face on.
"Honestly people don't come up to you and do that, Ginny," Hermione said.
"Dear, no one has ever said that," Mrs. Weasley said sweetly.
"You're right, they go, 'Ginny Potter? Are you Ginny Weasley? The best seeker to ever be on the Holyhead Harpies?' makes me proud." Ginny scrunched her nose up.
"Now people do say that to you," Hermione said. "All I get is, 'Hermione Granger? Like the Hermione Granger? Harry Potter's best friend?' It's absolutely pathetic, I only get recognized because of Harry. You, Gin, get recognized because you were a seeker on a professional quidditch team."
"True, my life trumps all of yours," Ginny said with a laugh.
"And why so?"
Mrs. Weasley left the room randomly to go get ready for the party which left Ginny and Hermione in the kitchen.
"Well first of all I am a Weasley, a very popular wizarding family because of what they did for the war. Oh and I became a professional quidditch player. I married Harry Potter and I'm pregnant with his son. Oh also I had so many boyfriends in school," Ginny said with a sweet smile.
"Back up a minute."
"Why?"
"Did you say son?"
Ginny turned white and looked awkwardly at Hermione. "Yeah."
"Ginny! Congratulations! This is amazing! I'm going to be an aunt to a little boy! I'm spoiling him rotten. When did you find out?"
"Just last week, but don't tell anyone, only mum, Harry, you, and I know and we plan on having a party for."
"Have you guys thought of any names?"
Ginny placed a hand on her baby bump and stroked it. She looked at it with a big smile on her face.
"We were thinking James Sirius, of course Harry came up with it, but I kind of love the sentiment to the name, it's cute."
"It is. I love that Harry wants to name his son after his father and father figure."
Ginny kept looking at her stomach and immediately snapped out of it. "Today is about you, not me. Now Luna should be here soon so let's get this party started."
Mrs. Weasley came back downstairs and Ginny grabbed the bottle of firewhiskey to put on the table, but Mrs. Weasley snatched it out of her hands.
"Ginevra Molly Potter, you are not to be drinking firewhiskey, you're carrying my grandchild," Mrs. Weasley said fiercely.
"Mum, I wasn't going to drink it, I know better than that. What, you don't trust me?" Ginny teased.
"Not at the moment."
Mrs. Weasley placed that and the trays of food on the little coffee table in the crowded living room and Ginny sat down on the couch and put her feet on the table.
"Feet off the table!" Mrs. Weasley said.
Ginny lugged her feet off the table and placed them on the ground.
There was a knock at the door and Mrs. Weasley ran to the door. She opened it and Luna Lovegood came in. She had a smile on her face and a gift bag.
"Welcome, Luna," Mrs. Weasley. She gave Luna a hug and Luna laughed lightly.
"Thank you for inviting me, Mrs. Weasley," Luna said gracefully.
Luna hadn't changed since Hogwarts, the war didn't make her darker. She still had her beautiful sweet, flowing voice and her skip in her step. She kept a positive attitude all the time and didn't ever seem sad.
"Of course, dear, take a seat." Mrs. Weasley gestured to the living room.
Luna walked in and Hermione went up and gave her a hug.
"Thank you for coming, Luna, it means a lot to me," Hermione said.
"You're welcome, I always wanted to see you get married. I could tell you guys were going to end up together," she said sweetly.
"Hey, Luna," Ginny said from the couch. She was refusing to stand up because of her swollen ankles.
"Hello, Ginny, your skin is glowing," Luna said.
"First time I heard that. Harry likes to call me a stork," Ginny chuckled.
"What?" Hermione laughed.
"I don't know what they do, he tried to explain it to me, I just don't get it," Ginny said.
"Well, a stork is in the muggle world is a bird and what they apparently do is deliver babies to someone's doorstep. Parents tend to tell their children that that is where babies come from, till they are exposed to it by school or the talk."
"So Harry has been calling me a baby delivering bird?"
"I guess so."
For the next few hours the girls enjoyed their food and opened gifts. Hermione had received a lovely necklace from Ginny with the letters H and R on it. Hermione thanked her. Mrs. Weasley gave her a veil that Ginny wore and Hermione was going to wear. And Luna had given her a plant that was supposed to unclog pores. Hermione was so thankful for that.
"Now, Hermione, I have a little thing that I'd love for you to take a sniff of," Mrs. Wealsey said. She went and brought back a closed cauldron.
"Are we doing the Amortentia thing that we did with Ginny?" she asked.
"Of course."
Mrs. Weasley pulled off the top of the cauldron and the smell filled the room. All of the girls had felt instantly happy as Mrs. Weasley smelt Mr. Weasley, Ginny smelt Harry, Luna had smelled Rolf Scamander her fiance, but Hermione didn't smell anything that smelt like Ron. She didn't know why it didn't smell the way Ron did, it was off. She was trying to figure out what she smelled.
"What do you smell, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked in anticipation.
"Come on, Mione," Ginny said.
Hermione's breathing quickened and she knew that it didn't smell like Ron, parts did, but it wasn't the smell of Ron. She hesitated over her words.
"Roses, peppermint, green apples, and rich cologne."