No Time For Epilogues Chapter 32, a harry potter fanfic

No Time for Epilogues

Chapter 32

Ron returned to his flat that night, tired but satisfied after another successful day at the shop. A new line of day dream charms were introduced and had came close to selling out and George reported the same from the Hogsmeade shop. He went to the bedroom and found a note charmed to suspend over the bed until he took it.

There's food in the cooler for you, call me at home! H

He smiled, sniffed the scented note and went to the cooler. He sat in his easy chair with a plate of chicken and ham sandwiches and turned on the wireless with a flick of his wand. He felt something nudging his hip and saw a notebook. Wonder where that had gone off to! He took note of his pending healer's appointment and flipped through the pages, stopping when he came to Hermione's writing.

What I Love About Ron, that was accentuated by little swirls and hearts.

I love when he's clever without trying to be

I love his sky-blue eyes and almost-there facial hair

I love to watch him fly

His family

He's the best friend a girl could ask for

He's the best lover a girl could ask for

I love the look in his eyes when we make love

He makes me feel beautiful

I love his strength

He's

He stopped and flipped through the pages and saw that the list continued for two more! He summoned his mobile and dialed her number.

"Hello love," her sweet voice answered.

"Do you really love to watch me fly?"

May 17, 1999

It was a picture-perfect Saturday at Hogwarts for the Quidditch cup. Gryffindor was playing Ravenclaw, and the arrival of Gwenog Jones only heightened the excitement of the afternoon. To Ron's disbelief, she was chatting with Bill.

"Well, they were in the same year," Hermione said. "Wasn't she a Ravenclaw?"

The crowd went wild when the teams flew into the pitch. Madame Hooch made the usual pre-match announcements and tossed the quaffle in the air. The match was on and in just seven minutes, Ginny scored the first goal. Frowning, Professor Flitwick passed Minerva a galleon. "Told you so," she quipped.

Ron left Harry and Hermione to join Bill and possibly get a chance to talk to Gwenog Jones. Hermione was enjoying the match, watching Ginny play the match of her life, leading Gryffindor to a sure win. She only wish that she felt better. I should be on my feet, cheering and celebrating with everyone else!

"You feeling all right?" Harry asked.

"Just feeling a bit under the weather," she said.

"Want me to get Ron to take you home?"

"I wouldn't miss this for the world, Ginny's playing the match of her life," she said.

"As long as you're sure," Harry said and tried to catch Ron's eye.

An hour later...

"CREEVEY'S CAUGHT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS THE QUIDDITCH CUP!"

The noise from the stands was deafening. Gold and red confetti rained on the pitch, sounds of roaring lions were heard, and Flitwick handed over yet more galleons to Minerva. Ginny flew by Harry, snatched a Gryffindor banner from his outstretched hands and shot straight up into the air. She flourished the banner for a few moments, shot fireworks from her wand then did a vertical dive, speeding back toward the pitch. When she was about twenty feet from the ground, she straightened out and did a series of barrel rolls. Hermione's stomach flip-flopped just watching. How does she do that? After Ginny accepted the Quidditch Cup and presented it to Minerva, the cheering crowd on the pitch parted when Gwenog Jones appeared. She stopped before Ginny and extended her hand.

"Miss Weasley, congratulations on leading your team in one of the most exciting matches I've ever seen. I also wish to extend to you an invitation to become a member of the Holyhead Harpies."

Students and alumni were invited to stay for a celebration party at the Great Hall after the match.

"All that's left are NEWTs then I'm done!" Ginny exclaimed. "I can start my job as your maid of honor."

"Speaking of which, here's what the invites look like, the shop finished them yesterday," Hermione said and gave Ginny one. "I'm sending them out first thing Monday morning."

With joy in their hearts, Ian and Lady Elizabeth Granger

cordially invite you to attend the marriage of their daughter

Lady Hermione Jean Granger

Ronald Bilius Weasley

son of Arthur and Molly Weasley

on Monday, June the 30th, 1999 at Noon

Location: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Gardens

Reception to follow in The Great Hall

Blessed Be

Ginny looked up to say something to Hermione to find her leaning on the table, pale with trembling lips and fluttering eyelids.

"Hermione? All right there?" she asked.

In answer, Hermione's knees buckled and Ginny caught her before she slid to the ground. Harry was there in seconds and called out to see if Madame Pomfrey was there.

"Right here dears, let me through," the nurse said to the gathering crowd. She knelt next to Hermione, felt her pulse and lifted her eyelids.

"I need to get her to the infirmary, I won't examine here on the floor," the nurse said. Effortlessly, Harry scooped her up and hurried her to the infirmary.

Ten minutes later, Madame Pomfrey told Harry and Ginny the cause of Hermione's fainting spell.

"Dehydration, exhaustion, the poor dear is absolutely run down. She-"

The infirmary doors burst open and Ron rushed in. "Oi, what's happened?!"

"As I was saying, dehydration and exhaustion. She's run down, Mr. Weasley."

Ron held her hand brushed the hair from her face. "My poor Hermione, I'm not surprised. I thought she looked tired after her football match this morning, but I figured it was just that, because she plays so hard."

"And with work and the wedding-" Harry added.

"She never slows down," Ginny said.

Ron pulled up a chair next to the bed, smoothed down the sheets and ran the pads of his thumbs over the top of her hand. It always relaxed her.

She heard voices, opened her eyes then closed them when the light hit them.

"That's it, Hermione, open your eyes, that's my girl," Ron said softly and caressed her cheek.

"Welcome back," the nurse said.

"My head hurts," she mumbled. "What happened?"

"You fainted, Miss Granger. What else are you feeling?" the nurse asked.

"My stomach hurts, I'm thirsty and I just feel exhausted."

"You don't need me to tell you this, but I will anyway. You need to take better care of yourself, young lady. Dehydration and exhaustion is a preventable condition," the nurse kindly fussed.

"Yeah love, don't you want to be healthy for the wedding?" Ron asked, then leaned in to whisper, "And the honeymoon?"

She lightly slapped his chest.

"I'm going to cut down my hours at the shop to be with you more, make sure you take care of yourself until the wedding, George will understand," Ron told Hermione.

"But-" Hermione started but was stopped by Ron's finger on her lips.

"No sweet, no buts about it. You scared us to death, Ginny especially. One second she was standing there looking at our wedding invitations, the next, you're falling into her arms in a dead faint. I love you, and only want what's best for you, understand?"

She nodded with his finger still on her lips, too tired to argue.

Friday June 6, 1999

"I present the last graduate of the year, Head Girl, Ginevra Weasley," Minerva announced and Ginny left her spot on the raised stage and took her scroll. "I congratulate you on your accomplishment and wish nothing but the best for your future. You may now address the student body for the last time."

Ginny stood behind the podium, took a deep breathe and started her commencement speech. She winked at Harry holding his godson, one year- old Teddy.

"I feel so very lucky and blessed to be standing here today. I think you'll agree that we've all been through so much to get to this point. I hope that you take with you, as I will, the cherished memories of friendship and love that enable us to get to where we are today. I urge you to apply the knowledge gained inside the walls of this honored institution make your mark in this world. GO GRYFFINDOR!" she finished and threw her droopy hat into the air.

Ginny flopped down on the sofa with Hermione at the Burrow. The graduation party was winding down.

"Finally, I can relax. No more NEWTs, no midnight patrols, no more inane school things to worry about. I can finally be with Harry."

"Changed your mind about moving in with him?" Hermione asked.

"As much as I would like to, like moving in tomorrow, I decided not to. It would break mum's heart. I think she's finally realized that the last chick is about to leave the nest and she's having a hard time dealing with it. Besides, her only daughter's getting married, she wants to be there for everything," Ginny said. "Harry understands."

Harry caught her eye and nodded his head toward the door. He handed Teddy off to Ron, who looked at Hermione for help when Harry walked out the door with Ginny. Teddy started chewing on the collar of Ron's shirt.

"I'll take him," Hermione said and took the baby from Ron. She dug in his nappy bag, took out a teething ring and cooed, "Here's a binky, here you go!" The baby babbled something, stuffed the binky in his mouth and laid his head on Hermione's shoulder. "You're sleepy, aren't you precious?" she asked softly and went back to the sofa. Half an hour later, Harry and Ginny returned with Mrs. Tonks. She came to take Teddy home.

"Thanks again for taking him today," Mrs. Tonks said to Harry. Ginny pointed to the sofa. Hermione was asleep on the sofa, Teddy asleep on her chest, legs tucked under him, his behind in the air. Ron was leaning on the wall, watching the scene with a soft smile.

"Guess they're both knackered," Harry said. Both baby and woman were gently roused.

"Time to get you home," Ron said and helped Hermione to her feet. "We have a wedding to go to tomorrow."

Susan Bones and Ernie Macmillan, who had dated since fifth year, were marrying the next day. For Hermione, Ron and Harry, it would be the sixth wedding of a couple from their year they would attend. Hermione and Ron would be number seven.

The next morning...

Ian, still in dressing robes, answered the knocking on the door. There stood Ron, Harry and Ginny in formal clothing.

"Are you going to Hermione's match dressed like that?" he joked and waved them inside.

"No, a wedding," Ginny giggled.

"Another?" Elizabeth asked as she and Hermione walked into the kitchen. She wore a peach-colored satin sun dress with a white silk waist sash. Ron was greeted with a good morning kiss on the cheek.

"You look very pretty today," he said.

Hermione twirled. "Thanks, you like it? It's new."

That prompted Harry and Ron to look at each other and twirl.

"Thanks, you like? It's new?" Ron asked, flicking away an imagined bit of dust from his robe.

"Yes, that robe is so very...this year," Harry said with his hand daintily on his chest.

Hermione leaned close to Ginny and whispered, "Harry got laid last night, didn't he?"

"Sure did," Ginny replied, blushing.

"When did you fall in love with me?

Was it out of the blue, I swear I never knew-"

"They really are a sweet couple," Ginny said as the newly wedded Susan and Ernie shared their first dance. "Like a lot of us, they had to go through a lot to get to this point."

Because a good number of the Bones family had already been murdered by Death Eaters, Susan was removed from school to go into hiding. Ernie was beside himself with worry the entire school year, working closely with Neville to cause as much trouble as possible for the Death Eaters running the school.

"Who's the band?" Hermione asked. "They're good."

"Don't worry Hermione, I'm sure we'll find someone to play at yours," Ginny said.

With roughly three weeks to go, she still had no entertainment booked for the reception. The Weird Sisters, who she really really wanted, were booked until the middle of October. No amount of begging, even from even Harry Potter himself on her behalf, could help. He, Harry Potter, couldn't get even them for his own wedding in August. The singer announced that the floor was now open for all dancers.

Ron stood, straightened his robe and held out his hand. "Lady Granger, may I have this dance?" He led her to the floor and they swayed to the song.

"If I could win your heart
If you'd let me in your heart
I'd be so happy, baby
Just for these arms to be
Holding you close to me
There's nothing in this world I won't try
No limit to what I'd do to make you mine, 'cause

"Damn, this song's good," Ron said and held her closer.
If I could taste your kiss
There'd be no sweeter gift
Heaven could offer baby
I want to be the one
Living to give you love
I'd walk across this world just to be
Close to you 'cause I want you close to me, yeah

For the rest of your life
Love me for the rest of all time
Oh baby, baby
Just say the word
And I'll give you my world
There's nothing I won't do
Baby, just to be with you

I'd climb right up to the sky
I'd take down the stars
Just to be in your arms, baby
I'd go and capture the moon
That's what I would do
Just to hear you say that you love me
Just to hear you say that you love me, baby
Just to hear you say that you love me
Oh, I need to hear you say that you love me, baby
Just to hear you say that you love me
Just say you love me
Just say you need me
Just to hear you say that you love me..."

When the reception was dying down, Hermione approached Susan.

"Thanks for coming today," Susan said.

"The wedding was lovely. You got the invitation to mine, right?" Hermione asked.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Susan gushed. "Famous war heroes getting married, it's something from a fairy tale."

Hermione and Ron had heard that dozens of times but never saw it that way. To them, it was simply marrying their sweetheart.

"Where's your honeymoon?" Hermione asked.

"Spain," Susan replied.

"Wow, sounds great."

"Where's yours?" Susan asked.

"Egypt."

"Egypt? Really?"

"I wanted to go to Greece, Ron to Egypt. We couldn't decide, so we flipped a coin," Hermione said.

"Are you joking?" Susan asked.

"Yes, I'm joking."

Susan looked over her shoulder at Ernie, talking with Harry and Neville.

"It's good that we can be happy about, you know, honeymoons and things like that. We came so close to losing everything," Susan said and waved the comment away. "But hey, enough maudlin thoughts on this happy day, I have a baby to make tonight."

"So soon?"

Susan shyly grinned and nodded.

"Not to change the subject so suddenly, but who's the band?"

"You like them? They're good, aren't they? They're a fairly new group called The Daynes. Ernie's cousin knows the drummer. The Weird Sisters were impossible to book with an even more impossible fee."

"Don't I know it," Hermione said and explained her dilemma.dilemna.

Susan couldn't believe her ears. "Not even the flipping famous Harry Potter could get them?"

Author's note: "Just To Hear You Say That You Love Me" performed beautifully by Faith Hill and hubby Tim McGraw!!!