Chapter 9: Weddings

"Are you out of your minds?" Molly screeched at us when Ginny and I told her we wanted to be married on the first Saturday in August, only two months after our engagement. "I can't plan a wedding in two months!"

"Mum, you've done this three times before." Ginny reminded her. "Besides, Harry and I will help you. In fact, we'll do most of the work. It's our wedding after all."

Molly sighed. "I suppose you're right. But, honestly, couldn't you have given me at least six months to prepare all of this? I want my little girl's wedding to be perfect."

"Relax, Mum." Ginny said soothingly. "Trust me, it will be."

Those two months passed quicker than anyone could have imagined. Ron was made my best man, and Hermione was Ginny's maid of honor. Soon it was August 2nd, the day Ginny and I were scheduled to be married. Although it was the day of the wedding, there was still a lot that needed to be done.

"Harry?" You asked as I tied a tie around your neck. "Why do we have to dress all nice for?"

"Because, Teddy, Ginny and I are getting married today." I replied. "Remember, just like we practiced." With you as the ring bearer – or "ring bear", as you called it – and Victoire as the flower girl, we had to rehearse the ceremony dozens of times over the past week to make sure everything was right.

"Oh, okay…" you said and ran off to play with Victoire.

Ginny and I had decided to keep the Weasley tradition and got married at The Burrow. It was a beautiful day, but as it was August, the temperature was a boiling 102 degrees. The fact that I was in a black tux didn't help. Ginny was luckier. Her sleeveless, white dress fell to just below the knees, and Molly had allowed her to ditch the veil. Her hair was straightened, making it appear longer than it usually was, and she looked absolutely stunning.

Sorry to say – and don't tell Ginny I said this – the rest of the wedding went by in a blur. All I could concentrate on was Ginny. Somehow, I managed to say my vows at the right time, and before I knew it, we were married.

The reception was even better than the wedding. The food was great, but Ginny and I kept being interrupted by people tapping their forks against their wine glasses as they encouraged us to kiss. They wouldn't stop until we did so. Hermione and Ron did this the most as revenge for the prank I had played at the Quidditch match. It worked, because although I enjoyed kissing Ginny, I preferred to do so when we were alone, and at the moment, I wanted to eat my dinner in peace. After Ginny's and my first dance, Ginny had an opportunity to dance with her father and brothers while I impatiently waited for her to finish. There was a special dance in which the DJ asked all the men in attendance to dance with their mother-in-laws, if they were there as well. I, of course, didn't mind my dance with Molly, but I wanted to dance with Ginny more than anything. Even you and Victoire danced together, which all the adults thought was adorable. Everyone who had a camera handy took a picture of the two of you together. After the reception, Ginny and I disapparated to an uninhabited, tropical island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, where we could finally be alone.

When we returned from our honeymoon, we moved all of Ginny's possessions from her little apartment where she previously had been staying and into Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. After that was finished, Ginny and I could finally start our lives together as a married couple.

One day after work, Ron approached me with an anxious expression on his face. "Can I ask you a favor, mate?"

I smiled at my best friend. "Anything Ron. Ask away."

Ron took a deep breath, and then all of his words came out in a rush. "I want to ask Hermione to marry me and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to pick out a ring. You don't have to of course but –"

"Ron, that bloody wonderful!" I exclaimed. "And I would be honored to come with you."

"Really?" Ron asked. "Thanks, Harry."

"No problem." I replied.

The following weekend I told Ginny that I had to work a few extra hours. I didn't like lying to her, but if I told her I was "going somewhere" with Ron, she'd ask me where we were going, and why she and Hermione couldn't come along. If Hermione came, then we couldn't go to the jewelers to pick out a ring, now could we, and then what would be the point?

After a few hours of searching, Ron narrowed the choices down to two. Both were made of silver, but one had dozens of tiny diamonds while the other had less diamonds, but they surrounded a beautiful blue sapphire. The latter was slightly was more expensive, but I thought Hermione would like it better than the other one.

"It's up to you, Ron." I said when he asked for my opinion.

Ron hesitated. "I think I'm going to do what Hermione would do and do some research. There's a muggle library near Hermione's house, where I could probably look up sapphires. What do you think?"

"Sounds good to me." I replied. "I'll come with you."

Ron asked the jeweler to hold the rings, and then we left for the library. Once there, Ron and I discovered that sapphires were September's birthstone. It worked out perfectly, because Hermione's birthday just happened to be in September. Ron had made his decision; he was going with the sapphire ring.

Before returning to the jewelers, Ron and I stopped for lunch at a small muggle café. "So, how's being my sister's husband working out for you?" Ron asked jokingly after we ordered our food."

"It's amazing. I just can't get used to calling her 'Mrs. Potter' yet. And the Quidditch announcers still slip every once and a while and say 'Ginny Weasley' instead of 'Ginny Potter'." I answered with a laugh.

Ron laughed too, but then became serious again. "How did you propose to her?"

I explained the story of my proposal to Ron. When I was finished, I asked, "How do you plan on proposing to Hermione?"

Ron merely shrugged. "I don't know exactly, but I'll find a way."

About a week before Hermione's birthday, I opened the door to the Auror's office to find Ron standing outside of it, this time with an impatient expression.

"Hello, Ron." I said cheerfully.

"Oh, hello, Harry." Ron replied absently-mindedly.

"Are you waiting for Hermione?" I asked, even though it was obvious. Ron waited for her nearly every day.

Ron only nodded as he gazed at the elevator as if his stare would make its door slide open and Hermione's face appear.

"So, when are you going to -"

"Shh!" Interrupted Ron. "I don't want the whole ministry to hear. Someone might tell Hermione and ruin the surprise. You, Bill, and Fleur are the only people I've told."

I frowned. "Why did you tell Bill and Fleur?"

"Next weekend I plan to take Hermione camping near Fleur and Bill's cottage. Bill and Fleur have agreed to say they've invited us."

"Are they really coming with you?"

"Of course not!" Ron said, disgusted. "Bill's promised to make up some excuse why he and Fleur can't go."

Suddenly, the large hallway had become very crowded with people. I glanced up at the clock above the elevator door. It was now five o'clock, and people were leaving to go home.

"I should go. Ginny will want help with dinner." I replied, and after saying goodbye to Ron, went to the elevator.

As I pressed the button to go to the first floor, I couldn't help but smile. I had a feeling that Molly would be planning another wedding sometime very soon.

Author's note: If you recognize this last part of the story (chances are you won't thought) I borrowed it from my first fanfic, "Love Lasts Forever", a Hermione and Ron fic, chapter 2, with some revisions such as changing it from third person to Harry's pov. Just thought I'd let you know, in case you thought I was copying someone else's work, not realizing it was done by me. :)