Hi! Me again! Sorry I that I haven't been able to reply to any reviews or PMs. Been tres tres busy! But I hope that this update will be worth the wait! Please R&R! I love you all!

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Hermione rembered Lavender's original therapy from five days ago. She was now standing at the altar, facing the man who in a few minutes would officially be her husband. Hermione took a deep breath and went over everything that Lavender had said to her.

Just relax, she thought. It's alright. This is what you want to do. Your're marrying the man you love. Nothing is going to go wrong.

"Now," the minister's deep voice sounded clear and loud again. "Do you Hermione Jean Granger take Ronald Billius Weasley to be your lawfully wedded husband in sickness and in health til death do you part?"

"I do," Hermione said, clearly, trying not to giggle at the middle name, even though she'd heard it once before. Ron's ears went red.

"And do you Ronald Billius Weasley take Hermione Jean Granger to be your lawfully wedded wife in sickness and in health til death do you part?"

"I do," Ron said. Then the exchanging of the rings occurred and it all happened in a blur in Hermione's opinion. And before she knew it, she and Ron were sealing the bond of holy matrimony they had just made with a kiss.

Half an hour later, Hermione and Ron walked through a pair of huge double doors as husband and wife. The guests that had attended the reception applauded loudly. As she and Ron went to get a glass of champagne, Hermione turned to face him.

"So," she said, taking a sip of champagne. "We're married! Whoa!"

"I know," Ron said, putting his glass down and taking both her hands. "I feel like I'm in a dream. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Ron."

About four hours went by in which the bride and groom drank and danced and drank some more. Hermione had never in her life felt so happy. She looked over at where her parents were talking to Ron. It was very strange that first impressions had never been Ron's strong point, but he was very good with her parents.

"Hello Mrs Weasley!" Hermione turned around to see who was talking to Mrs Weasley, but then she realized that whoever the person was meant her. Well, that was going to be confusing. She saw Ginny running towards her. She gave her a peck on the cheek.

"I can't believe you're married!" she yelped.

"I can't believe I got married after you!" Hermione replied.

"Well, it is Ron," Ginny pointed out.

"True," Hermione had to agree.

"So when are you guys leaving?"

"I don't know. What time is it?"

"Half eleven."

"Then in half an hour."

"Why is it always midnight?"

"I dunno. I didn't plan it like that. That's just the time our Portkey leaves."

"Oh OK. So what is your Portkey?"

"An old watering can we found in our shed."

"Where did you put an old watering can?"

"I disguised it as a top hat and gave it to your dad. I don't think old, dusty watering cans really go with weddings, do you?" Ginny laughed. Hermione chatted and socialized with all her guests, then finally Ron came running over to her.

"Hermione, it's 11.58."

"OK," she replied, sighing. "I suppose we have to go now. Mr Weasley!" She grabbed Ron's hand and rushed towards him as she started to notice his top hat turning electric blue. That was definitely a sign that they didn't have much time left.

"Sorry, everyone!" Hermione shouted across the hall. "We have to go now! We love you all! Thanks for coming! Bye!" She grabbed Mr Weasley's hat while still clutching Ron's hand and they disappeared into thin air. But, Harry could swear that Hermione had gone with a dusty, green watering can.

Everyone enjoyed the rest of the reception, but, once again, Lavender and Seamus couldn't stay long because of Poppy. But Harry and Ginny enjoyed it very much. They were the last couple on the dance floor, dancing to Black and Gold by Sam Sparro.

"Are you OK?" Harry asjed her, for the fiftieth time that night.

"I'm fine, Harry," she replied, for the fiftieth time. "Why do you keep asking? I'm pregnant, not sick."

"I know, it's just that I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Please! I can handle this better than you could."

"Hey!" Ginny gave him a look. "Well, you're probably right. But still, that hurt!"

"So, do you want to go home now? It's one o' clock in the morning. Harry agreed vigorously. He didn't want to be the one to admit that he was the one tired from all this dancing. He didn't understand how Ginny hadn't got sick yet.

When they got back to 12 Grimmauld Place, it only just dawned on them that Ron and Hermione were married. It was just strange for them to imagine Ron being married. Hermione was so bossy already, she was meant to be a wife. But Ron, a husband? That required responsibility, and Ron was about as responsible as Johnny Knoxville. OK, maybe not that irresponsible.

"How long do you think it will be until Ron gets yelled at?" Harry asked.

"I give it a week," Ginny said.

"No, Hermione's not that bad! I think two at least."

"You think so? Would you like to make it more interesting?"

Harry narrowed his eyes. "Fine!" he said.

"OK! Two Galleons says that Hermione cracks within a week!"

Harry scoffed. "Two! How about three?"

"Deal."

"Deal," Harry replied, as him and Ginny shook on it.

For people who don't know, Johnny Knoxville is the star of the MTV programme, Jackass. Quite a nice guy to look at! Seriously! Look him up on Google Images! It won't be a waste fo your time, trust me! I hope you enjoyed that! Please review!

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