My writer's block was cured! Hope you enjoy chapter eight. I own nothing.
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Chapter Eight -- Finally!
Upon returning to the church, Harry and Hermione were once again buffeted in the opposite directions, but everyone ended up handling Hermione as if she were a priceless porcelain doll, much to her great annoyance, but she lived through it. Things were moving so fast, she didn't have much time to think as she was helped into her dress, sat down to have her makeup and hair done, and finally out into the entrance room, waiting for the ceremony to start.
"Ready?" Remus asked her. He would be the one walking her down the aisle.
"Ready or not, here we go," she responded as the Wedding March rang through the church. Truth be told, she was shaking like a leaf and had butterflies the size of hippogriffs in her stomach, but she just took a deep breath and linked arms with Remus.
"Come on," he whispered, squeezing her arm briefly, before the doors before them opened wide and they made their way down the aisle.
As soon as Hermione caught Harry's eye, she could tell he was as nervous as she was, but his eyes were glazed over with a similar expression in them as she had seen the night before. He sent her a small wink and she grinned and returned, her nerves lessening slightly.
A mere hour later, Harry and Hermione were in the back of a limo on their way to the reception. Hermione sighed and leaned against her new husband.
"It's over," she said as he wrapped his arm around her.
"Now we can have some fun…" he said, with a half-suggestive tone in his voice, causing her to laugh, but he cut her off by placing his lips on hers.
"Save that for tonight, hubby," she said, pushing him away gently.
"Maybe I was talking about the reception party," he said with a mock-pout, "You have a dirty mind, Hermione Granger."
"It's Potter now, remember? I thought you of all people would."
"Oh, I'm sorry Mrs. Potter."
Hermione could not retaliate as she had dissolved into a fit of giggles which had her leaning against Harry once more. He started laughing as well, and wrapped his arm around her again, pulling her closer.
"I love you," he whispered into her hair.
"I love you, too," she responded before reaching up and kissing him once more. After a while, they had not realized the limousine had come to a stop until they heard someone scream, "Oi! Save it for after the reception, will you?!"
At that, they broke apart, each blushing profusely, only to find Ron with his nose pressed against the window. They climbed out of the vehicle and followed the Best Man into the reception hall, and were greeted by cheers and applause.
"I found 'em," Ron announced, "but I had to pry them from the privacy of the limo. If I hadn't, I don't think they would have been here for another few hours."
For that comment, Harry had to thwap him in the back of the head, causing everyone else to laugh.
"All right, all right," Ron said, "Let's stop abusing the Best Man and let's eat. I'm starving!"
"Sounds good to me," Hermione said, pulling Harry in the direction of the buffet table. He just laughed and allowed himself to be drug in the aforementioned direction.
After everyone had eaten their fill, Remus waved his wand and the tables in the middle of the floor vanished, leaving a large dance floor in their wake. All of the guests sat down in the chairs left at the edge of the floor as Harry and Hermione made their way to the middle for their first dance. A slow ballad started, but it was not the one Hermione thought they would be dancing to. She looked up at Harry inquisitively.
"Just listen," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her and swaying to the music.
You got someone here
Who wants to make it all right
Someone that loves you
More than life right here
You got willing arms
That'll hold you tight
A hand to lead you
On through the night right here
I know your heart can
Get all tangled up inside
But don't you keep it to yourself
When your long day is over
And you can barely drag your feet
The weight of the world
Is on your shoulders
I know what you need
Bring it on home to me
You know I know you
Like the back of my hand
Did you know I'm gonna
Do all that I can right here?
I'm gonna lie with you
Til you fall asleep
When the morning comes
I'm still gonna be right here
Yes, I am
Take your worries
And just drop them at the door
Baby, leave it all behind
When your long day is over
And you can barely drag your feet
The weight of the world
Is on your shoulders
I know what you need
Bring it on home to me
Baby, let me be your safe harbor
Don't let the water come
And carry you away
When your long day is over
And you can barely drag your feet
The weight of the world
Is on your shoulders
I know what you need
Bring it on home to me
Oh, Bring it on home
Yeah, bring it on home to me
Oh, bring it on, bring it on
You got someone here
That wants to make it all right
Someone that loves you
More than life right here
Hermione reached up and kissed Harry passionately. He responded by picking her up clear off the ground to better deepen the kiss. They didn't even notice the catcalls and cheers from the surrounding audience. That is, until they broke apart a few minutes later. A deep blush appeared on Hermione's cheeks and she buried her face in the crook of Harry's neck.
"Well, what are y'all waiting for?" Harry asked, looking around at everyone, "Get out here and dance! Have some fun!"
Almost immediately an upbeat song started that got Hermione's attention. She looked up at Harry, a bright smile on her face.
"How did you know about this song? I love it!"
"Lucky guess." He responded, a cheeky smile plastered to his face as he set Hermione down and twirled her in time with the music.
She left that loser in a dust cloud
Heart in his hand, chin on the ground
Cried her last tear for that clown
She can see a little clearer now
She said, "Oh, oh, I got to go and find me."
Oh, oh, she found the strength to break free
Like a painted wild mustang
Flying out across the open range
Finally gets to live her life that way
No fear, no fences, nobody
No reins, no reins
All she's ever felt is held back
She says, "It's kinda nice to hear myself laugh."
She's gonna do a lot more of that
She's making plans and making tracks
She says, "Oh, oh, I gotta go and find me."
Oh, oh, she found the strength to break free
Like a painted wild mustang
Flying out across the open range
Finally gets to live her life that way
No fear, no fences, nobody
No reins
Oh, oh, she's learning how to let go
Oh, oh, whichever way the wind blows
Oh, oh, she's learning how to let go
Like a painted wild mustang
Flying out across the open range
Finally gets to live her life that way
(Like a painted wild mustang)
Wild mustang
(Flying out across the open range
Finally gets to live her life that way)
No fear, no fences, nobody
No reins
No reins
Once again, Hermione threw her arms around Harry and hugged him tight, and once again, he picked her up. Twirling her around, he let her laughter fill him, knowing he would be hearing it a lot more often after this.
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There's chapter eight. Hope you enjoyed it. I was in a good mood when I wrote this.
-- "Bring it on Home" by Little Big Town
-- "No Reins" by Rascal Flatts