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The youngest is home sick, I have a substitute!!! I could clean house or I could update. Not a tough decision!
The first impulse was to get married by their lake but if they wanted to be married the next day and they wanted their family to join in the celebration, they would have to go to where their family was. It did not truly matter to Hermione where she married Charlie Wesley, all that mattered to her was that she became his wife and he became her husband. Having family there was an added bonus.
Ron was surprised when a mere couple of hours after he had seen the couple disappear in the midst of the chaos in the court room, appeared once again on his doorstep.
"Did you get lost? Forget that Romania is due east? It is simple follow the smell of the dragon dung." Ron snipped at them as they entered his home.
"No, we are not lost and Romania is more southeast than east. The smell of dragon might be coming from the bottom of my shoe actually." Charlie was checking the soles of his shoes. "O! Sorry about that!" Charlie quickly cleaned the bottom of his left shoe.
Ron grimaced and cleaned the floor Charlie was standing on. "Jane will be crawling soon that is just disgusting."
Hermione chuckled at the sight of Ron being domestic and parental. It gave her hope for Charlie, maybe Molly had rubbed off on them after all.
Monica came out of the kitchen hold food covered Jane. The conversation stopped when Hermione squealed and snatched Jane from her mother's arms. "My pretty princess!" Hermione cooed as she twirled around with Jane in her arms. Leaving the rest of the adults by the front door and together the two danced their way into the kitchen where Hermione cleaned the princess's face.
"She seems unusually chipper! Did you slip something in her tea?" Monica asked as the three walked in the living room.
"No, she is just happy. She is free, she is in love," Charlie blushed slightly and then shouted at twirling girls in the kitchen, "get out here you two we have to plan for tomorrow."
"Tomorrow, what is tomorrow?" asked Ron as Hermione and sparkling clean Jane joined them.
"Hasn't Charlie told you yet?" Hermione asked between blowing 'raspberries' on Jane's exposed stomach. Jane was giggling and tried to pull Hermione's closer each time she pulled away to breath.
Monica was delighted to see her daughter and her best friend having such a wonderful time but curiosity was getting to her. Taking Jane back into her lap, Monica looked at Hermione who had sat down right next to Charlie on the loveseat. "Okay, spill what are you two up to…what is happening tomorrow?"
Hermione grinned like a little kid just about to get an ice cream cone. "Tomorrow is going to be our wedding day."
Ron sputtered, "What? Tomorrow? So soon? Have you told Mum yet? She will have kittens if she doesn't get to plan it properly!"
Charlie took Hermione's hand and in a slightly more serious tone he said, "Well, it has to be tomorrow. Because if I have to wait for more than a day to have my 'pretty princess' I'll explode."
Hermione blushed. "We just want to do it right…you know…get married…then work on babies…"
Realization dawned on Ron and he finally understood what Monica had figured out the moment Hermione sat down next to Charlie.
"Of course you do." Monica really did understand how much this meant to both of them. "Then we will just have to make sure that everything works out so that tomorrow is your wedding day."
Jane clapped her hands and jumped in her mum's lap, she was excited too!
The couple split into teams. Charlie and Ron were given the responsibility of finding an official to perform the marriage, rings for both Hermione and Charlie, getting the licenses, telling the family.
Hermione and Monica were in charge of finding a dress, getting flowers, decorating the house for the ceremony and ordering refreshment. Oh the cake, they did not want to forget the cake. A Weasley wedding meant inordinate amounts of food.
The teams went to separate corners and began. It only took a couple of floo calls and the reinforcements began to arrive. Everyone from Molly and Arthur to Harry and Ginny descended on Ron and Monica's house with in minutes.
Hermione was stunned by how encouraging and delighted everyone seemed to be by the prospect of Charlie and her getting married. She would have understood if they had raised concern about the timing, considering her annulment wasn't even a day old and she was already planning another marriage.
Monica was the one to suggest that Hermione use her wedding dress. They were similar is size and had similar taste. Hermione teared up for the first time since Charlie proposed. This was how it was suppose to be. Marrying someone you loved, surrounded by people who love you and support you. It was a dream.
The next evening as the sun was just beginning to set behind the trees at the end of Ron and Monica's garden, Charlie Weasley married the love of his life, Hermione. It was attended by his and now hers again family. Only brother wasn't there and no one noticed.
Jane made a delightful flower girl and it took both of her grandparents to keep her from eating the petals in her basket. Monica and Ginny wore their favorite dresses and with a simple swish the colors matched.
Charlie borrowed a pair of dress robes from his fashion forward brother, Bill, who assured him that despite being last years they would do. Bill and Ron stood next to their brother as he repeated his vows and at the appropriate time, Bill placed the platinum bands on the official's book.
Hermione glowed in the candlelight as she approached Charlie in the silk sheath that clung to her form and accentuated her slender frame. The bouquet of peonies trembled slightly while she walked and with a deep sigh she took Charlie's hands.
Their vows were the same vows that hundreds of witches and wizards had said before them but that did not diminish the emotion or meaning behind them. Charlie and Hermione had agreed that there was a powerful connection knowing they were repeating the same vows that their parents, grandparents, and even great grandparents had.
Molly and Arthur were beaming as they stood by and watched two of their own become one.
It was after the cake had been cut and the toasts made when Charlie, standing with his rubbing small circles on Hermione's upper back, talking to Bill, realized this was exactly how his life was meant to be. Hermione close to his side, smiling softly at the conversation around her but letting a small sigh escape each time Charlie's fingers brushed the back of her neck. Charlie relished each sound and kissed her temple when she shifted slightly to be closer to him. This was all Charlie could ever ask for.
Hermione wanted more than anything not to feel so tired. This was the happiest she could ever remember being and yet, if the truth be told, all she wanted to do was get in bed and snuggle next to Charlie and go to sleep. She was exhausted. For the tenth time she tried to hide her yawn, but Charlie saw her hide behind her champagne flute.
"Ready to go home?" he whispered in her ear during a lull in the conversation.
"I want to stay. This is wonderful, but I'm afraid I will fall asleep standing up." Hermione leaned her head against Charlie's shoulder.
"I'll make our excuses." Charlie was tapping on the side of his glass.
Once everyone was paying attention he cleared his throat and said, "My lovely bride and I would like to thank all of you for helping us get to this point. It has been a long struggle and we could not have done it with out each and every one of you. Thank you."
Hermione was smiling as he looked down at her as she stood next to him; their hands clasped. "But as much fun as this has been," Charlie continued, "it is time for us to go…my wife…I like the sound of that! My wife insists that we commence with the honeymoon!"
The room filled with wolf whistles as Hermione blushed furiously and slapped Charlie's shoulder. Charlie grabbed her tightly to his chest as she hid her face in his chest. "Okay, okay you lot…I've made my first blunder as a married man, I have embarrassed my bride. What I meant to say was that it has been an extremely long couple of days and we are both exhausted."
Hermione pulled away and shook her head, all the while trying not to roll her eyes at her husband of an hour and a half. She smiled at the gathered family and turned to hug the approaching Mrs. Weasley.
"Thank you for being here and understanding." Hermione said softly.
Mrs. Weasley gave a little sob and hugged Hermione even tighter. "Molly, Molly dear give me a chance to hug our daughter." Mr. Weasley embraced Hermione and holding her close he said, "You are where you always belonged."
Hermione's composure broke and the tears began to flow. Charlie's concern was relieved when he saw at she was smiling brightly behind the tears. "Ready?" He finally asked.
Hermione nodded and gave a quick hug to Monica and Ginny before together she and Charlie stepped outside to leave. The night air was cool and the stars glittered in the night sky. It was perfect.