A/N: It's been a week since my last update and I'm surprised that I've got time to give you guys some goodies when I have my abstract drawing waiting to be done (Architecture courses these days).
Anyway, I understand that you guys are getting bored of this story and so am I (no kidding here). After all, it's been going on for months and months and months …
However the good news is that I'm almost done writing this story (that's I'm working on the last chapter and the epilogue) and I'm sure we'll be done with this shit by the end of September! (sorry for cussing, lol :P)
Anyway, here comes the wedding!
Three months passed and in came a beautiful weather of spring; the day which Harry and Hermione had wished to see as lovesick teenagers. For the past month, both of them had been hoarded with questions on their quiet engagement when Hermione had decided announce her engagement with Harry during her latest music launch. She had been getting many offers from various directors; however Hermione had decided to retire from her acting career. Harry never wanted her to do so but his fiancée reasoned that she wanted to concentrate on their personal life and was planning on starting a family after marriage. As much as Harry was happy with her plan, he didn't want her to completely bid goodbye to her stardom and had made her promise to continue with her singing career.
"Oh Hermione, you make a beautiful bride!"
Hermione chuckled as her friend and maid of honor added the last blossomed jasmine into her hair. She was finally getting married to her childhood lover. It seemed like yesterday when she and Harry broke up for the first time. And now, here she was with Luna who gave her last minute touch ups before Hermione was ready to show Harry her face.
"Oh Luna," Hermione laughed out. "You helped me out with every single thing. It's you who I should thank! You were the one to select this dress, and help me with all this!"
"You're welcome love." Luna smiled at her friend and placed a kiss on her cheek, before turning to her two year old daughter who was sitting on the bed, fiddling her gown.
"Mummy, itchy." The toddler complained, scratching her arms.
The women exchanged a laugh, before Luna walked to her daughter and scooped her into her arms.
"Rosie sweetie, I know it's itchy." Luna cooed placing a kiss on her daughter's cheek. "But I promise that I will change you once you're done scattering the flowers and Aunty Minnie kisses Uncle Harry."
Hermione tinged pink when Luna brought Rose to her. The brunette couldn't help but take the toddler into her arms and let the baby kiss her cheek.
"Aunty Minnie pwetty." Rose toddled and giggled as Hermione placed a kiss on her nose.
"Thank you Rosie. You look pretty as well." Hermione said with a smile when she allowed Luna to take her daughter back.
Then there was a slight knock on the door before Jeremy popped his face into the view.
"May I come in ladies?" He asked as Luna nodded and allowed Jeremy to enter the room. He just stood at the entrance quietly and kept giving Hermione a sincere smile.
Luna looked from Hermione to Jeremy and then to her daughter. "Shall we go to daddy Rosie?" She asked the toddler who nodded frantically. "We'll give Aunty Minnie some time with her friend alright?" Rose nodded again. "Okay then, Hermione, we'll see you soon." Luna smiled at her friend before excusing herself from the room.
There was an awkward silence as Hermione and Jeremy kept smiling at each other. In the end, her ex-husband smiled and started to walk towards the dressing table, where she was sitting.
"You look beautiful." Jeremy said sincerely, before taking Hermione's hand and placing a kiss on the knuckles.
"Thank you." Hermione said shyly and smiled at him.
"You know, you look much more beautiful than you did in our wedding." Jeremy further said, which made Hermione look away from him with a frown. "Now you leave me to wonder if I actually want to give you away to Sir Potter or not."
"Jer, why are you bringing up our wedding?" Hermione asked him.
Her friend chuckled and kneeled down to Hermione's height, gently taking her chin and making her chocolate brown orbs to look at him.
"I couldn't help comparing you in both the wedding gowns." Jeremy said with a smile. "And you look much happier now than you did then."
Hermione gave out a teary chuckle as she was enveloped in Jeremy's arms. She hugged him back tightly and sobbed softly, burying her was into his shoulder.
"Oh Jer," she cried. "I'm so sorry that I didn't let us work-"
"I'm not sorry for leaving you to Harry." Jeremy said patting her back. "My happiness is in yours Hermione. I love you and you love Harry. You're happy and so am I." He chuckled and kissed the side of her head.
Hermione smiled into his shoulders and have it a kiss. "I love you Jeremy." She said. "I just wish that I could love you the way I love Harry."
"It's quite alright love."
"I wish that you meet a better girl than me." Hermione further said. "You are an amazing man Jer, you deserved to be loved and be happy. You need to find someone for yourself."
"I surely will Hermione, don't worry." Jeremy said assuringly as the two remained in each other's arms for ages. It was when the clock struck twelve noon Jeremy broke the embrace and gave his friend a huge smile.
"Are you ready to become Mrs. Potter?" He asked.
Hermione chuckled and answered. "I'm more than ready, can't wait."
"My child, it's alright to be nervous on your wedding day. It shows how much you're willing to commit yourself to your bride throughout your life."
Harry turned around and found the priest's twinkling blue eyes giving him an assuring yet a knowing look.
"I know Father Dumbledore but-" Harry paused and gave him a small smile. "What if, I don't make a better husband than a lover?"
"Are you deeply in love with Miss Granger?"
"Yes." Harry said with a smile.
"Have you forgiven her wrongdoings in the past?"
"I have."
"Then why are you getting cold feet son?" Dumbledore asked with a laugh. "Your face says that you'll keep Hermione happy for the rest of her life." Harry smiled shyly at him.
"You know Harry, when I had gotten your parents married almost thirty years ago, your father was in doubt as well. However the moment he saw Lily walking down the aisle, James had forgotten of all the nervousness and held up a confident face. There is a woman which every man deserves. She is the reason he changes and becomes a better person. And Miss Granger happens to be your lucky woman like your mother was to your father."
So behind every successful man is a successful woman.
Harry smiled at the priest, trying to take in his noble words. He remembered how his father was and it was obvious that his mother was the reason he was a great man. From James' friends, Harry learned that his father was a rowdy teenager, however the moment Lily entered into his life, James had started to take every decision seriously and had vowed to charm his mother into his trap. They ended falling in love and having two children.
Those two children were a product of love.
And Harry was looking forward to see his very own children with Hermione, who too would be a product of the very same strong feeling.
"Harry, mate." Ron whispered into his ear. "She's here."
Harry's eyes traveled towards the entrance when little Roselyn walked in first with her mother, scattering the flower petals on the carpet. Harry's heart started to bang madly banging against his ribcage at the sight of his bride when she entered the chapel, clutching at Jeremy's arm. Like any other bride, Hermione wasn't nervously looking at the ground or shyly smiling at her groom. Instead, she was confidently grinning at Harry as her feet nimbly walked down the aisle.
The dress was of pure white- the white you would see when you put whipped cream on your favorite dessert. Liked whipped cream, the dress had folds that stretched all the way down Hermione's legs. The most striking thing about the dress was a glistening, silver bow that hung just on the wearer's stomach. It radiated a glowing, shining aura which promised a unity between the two souls that were to be married that day. The dress hung slim on Hermione and complemented her hourglass frame perfectly.
Her brunette curls were elegantly made into a messy bun, tempting Harry to wrap his fingers around her loose curls which hung gracefully over her beautiful face and remove the jasmines adorned on the bun as gently as possible. Hermione's face bore the slightest make up (to Harry's surprise) which made the groom want to kiss her freckled cheeks and full rosy lips.
Oh Harry was such a lucky man to spend his life with a beautiful woman like her.
Their eyes never left each other, only repeating the words their hearts wanted to speak.
I love you.
I want to spend my life with you.
I don't want to leave you again.
With those words echoing in his mind, Harry didn't get time to realize that Hermione's hand was being given into his.
"Hello beautiful." Harry whispered into his bride's ear.
"Hello handsome." Hermione whispered back to her groom.
Both of them had to resist the urge of kissing each other as Father Dumbledore looked at him and commenced the event with the words the couple had always wished to hear for themselves.
"We are gathered here today for the holy matrimony of ..."
You look angelic, Harry told his bride with a smile, to which she responded with a blush. They could understand words which remained unspoken, which created a strong connection between the two minds.
And you look dashing, as always. Hermione answered his look with her eyes, when she felt her hand being squeezed tightly.
I can't wait to love you throughout my life, Harry further answered her look.
Me too-
"Mister Potter, you may commence your vows."
Harry was brought back into reality by the father's words, who further gave the couple a knowing smile. Hermione tinged red while Harry felt his heart thumping in glee.
"Hermione," Harry started, gently looking into his bride's eyes. "We first met when we were eleven and you have always stuck by my side since then. You were my best friend who could understand every situation I was in. And later on, I started seeing you as something more than a friend." She blushed at his smile. "All of a sudden you were a lot more beautiful to me and I fell in love with you." Harry paused for a moment and continued. "I know that you and I have made a lot of mistakes in our recent past but all I want now is to get over with them with you by my side. I love you with all my heart Hermione, I've always had. You are the most loving, generous, passionate and hardworking woman I have ever met. I promise you not to cause you the pain like I had in our past. I want to make you happy; I want to be happy with you. And it would be an honor to have you as my wife for the rest of our married life."
Hermione had to control the flow of her tears as she squeezed Harry's hand in assurance and gave him a huge smile.
"Miss Granger," Father Dumbledore smiled at her. "Now it's your turn to commence your vows."
"Harry," Hermione started with a smile. "There are many things which make you an admirable man. I have no idea where to start." She blushed slightly. "You are the man who always listens to his heart and the one who has everything a girl desires. As a child, the moment I met you, I have to admit I had fallen for you then and there. However you only saw me as a friend then. As the years passed, you became my lover, cherish all my wishes without my consent. It's been more than a decade and still I'm in love with the eleven year old boy with the brightest dimpled smile and most endearing eyes."
Hermione swore that Harry was turning pink as she continued. "Harry Potter, you're the most daring, bravest, compassionate person I've ever met in my life. I have forgiven you for all the mistakes you have made in the past and I intend to forgive you every single one you make in future. I'm proud of the person you are and will always be. I love you with all my heart and it would be an honor to have you as my husband for the rest of our married life."
Hermione's eyes never left Harry's, even after their speech. She swore seeing Harry's tears brimming his eyes. Squeezing his hand tighter, she gave him an equally teary smile, their eyes exchanging the words they had always said verbally.
You have me.
"Do you, Sir Harry James Potter, take this woman Hermione Jean Granger as your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do."
I love you.
"Do you, Hermione Jean Granger take Sir Harry James Potter as your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do."
I love you too.
"Do any of you guests present have objections to this marriage?"
There was no answer from the audience.
The priest smiled at the couple and proceeded. "Now you may exchange the rings."
Harry saw Luna approaching Hermione with an opened velvet box in her hand containing a simple platinum band which within seconds was slid into his wedding finger.
I'm yours forever.
Hermione then smiled dearly at Harry who took a similar looking platinum band from the velvet box which Ron brought him and slid it into her finger.
I'm yours forever.
"And now, I declare you as husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
Finally, both of them thought as Harry grinned at her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Hermione too did the same, pulling him closer so that he could rest his forehead against hers.
There was no veil to be lifted and no time to waste, so Harry kissed his bride deeply, not concerned about the applause and wolf whistles their act was getting. He felt high as Hermione kissed him back gently with the same passion, and both tried their best not to consummate their marriage then and there itself.
This was their dream coming true.
Many promises were fulfilled.
And they had a happy life waiting for them.
They finally broke away and Hermione giggled and shed out tears of happiness as Harry kissed her again, lifting her off the feet. It seemed like it was their happily ever after.
"May I present you Mister and Missus Potter!"
Their dreams had indeed come true.
The candles were burnt out and the windows were left open, only the deadly moans of the newly wedded couple echoed the room. The two were busy consummating their marriage, their hands roaming and exploring the sweetest of the intimate places.
"Hermione, I'm almost there!" Harry moaned out and steadied his wife who sat riding him.
"Me too darling, I'm close." Hermione moaned out when suddenly Harry flipped them over, causing the brunette to squeal, "Harry!" She screamed out her husband's name as he took charge.
"Oh sweetheart I love you." Harry said, kissing Hermione firmly on the lips as the two came undone, enjoying the feeling of this pleasure.
Harry fell on top of his wife, heavily breathing in the scent of cinnamon which was associated with her. Gently skimming Hermione's neck with his nose, he started peppering kisses along its column.
"Harry, I love you too." Hermione said tiredly and brought Harry's face to hers, admiring how his emerald eyes glimmered in the moonlight.
Harry placed a loving kiss on her forehead and rolled off Hermione's body, pulling the warm blankets to cover their naked bodies from the Norwegian breeze. At an instant, he buried his face into Hermione's neck, breathing in the scent which lured him to her.
"Harry," Hermione spoke softly, wrapping an arm around his waist and caressed his back. "I need to ask you about something."
"Me too." Harry said gruffly, caressing her hip. He placed a kiss on her neck and added. "You first."
Harry saw her biting on her lip from the corner of his eye. She always did that whenever she battled her inner doubts or uncertainties.
"Harry," she started. "Can we try for a baby?"
To Harry, her question sounded as innocent as a child's.
"I mean, you know that was our initial plan, having children directly after marriage." She stuttered. "Four kids, two boys two girls-"
"Actually, I wanted to talk about the same thing." Harry cut her words off as gently as he could. "All I've ever wanted with you Hermione is a family. I want a little girl to spoil and a boy to take care of his younger siblings and I'd surely love that."
Hermione smiled and kissed the side of his head and Harry did the same in return.
"So, when would you like to try?" She asked as sultrily as possible.
Her husband started to place kisses along her breasts saying, "What's the harm in trying right now?"
Hermione couldn't help but agree to her husband's suggestion.
A/N: Yeah so my beta helped me a bit in writing this chapter and I didn't mind adding her words to the final words and suggestions into this chapter.
And the link to Hermione's wedding gown can be found on my profile!