Ginny's wedding was the week after Ron's, then Harry's the Sunday after that. Then Charlie's... Until soon George and I's wedding was coming around the corner.
It was strange, how close we got. Although I didn't ask him to unzip my dresses, nor did we get drunk in his room again, but we did bond. I helped him with the store as much as I could.
We figured that if I used the gemino charm on each individual piece of the product he was working on, such as Pigmy Puff cages, we could get it to multiply, then put them all together after disabling the curse. Then charm it to work properly.
It seemed to be working best right now. Only the potions for candies would take a longer time. So while George did the objects, I brewed the potions perfectly to his instructions. Large vats of it, resulting in nearly fifty bottles per cauldron. It was long, hard, and probably would give me a premature death due to some disease from those toxic fumes, but it brought George back his business. So that was worth it.
But all too soon, the wedding bells were ringing... figuratively, of course. Wizards didn't have churches, so I didn't really expect such a feat. I was getting married in the garden, where everyone else did. Which wasn't a bad thing at all, I just was growing sick of weddings.
"You look beautiful, Hermione," Molly smiled, dabbing at her eyes. I looked at myself in the mirror. The white gown went to my knees in a simple design. I didn't want anything jeweled, complex, or flashy. Just a plain white gown that showed off my curves, but kept me looking modest too.
My hair was smoothed into nice soft ringlets, curled delicately around my face. And my bouquet consisted of simple white lillies.
"Let's go," Ginny urged, taking my hand.
I'll say, when the man is forced to marry, you don't have to worry about runaways. "Is everyone out there?"
"Harry, Neville, Luna, yes, everyone," Ginny said impatiently. "Now, I want you for my sister and you need to go out there right now!"
I didn't have bridesmaids, of course. None of my friends were single anymore. And it was wizarding tradition that all unhitched woman were only bridesmaids. None that were married. So I was up there alone with Minerva McGonnagall, George, and Lee. Of course, I offered to have Angelina be my maid of honor, but she told me it would have been too awkward.
So I was alone. Getting married to a man that was the brother of the man I did love. And I was shaking in my boots. We had a week from today.
"Finally," Harry sighed. Ginny plopped down next to Viktor and Molly offered me her hand, "Ready?"
I nodded and Molly started the pace next to me. All of the other brides, save Ginny, had a father to walk them down. So I asked Molly to walk me down. Ginny had no one walk her down. She went it alone. But I couldn't do it alone. I was terrified.
"Relax," She whispered to me. "Smile and look up to my son."
I nodded hesitantly, giving her a smile, which seemed to stay on my face as I looked towards George. He was wringing his hands behind his back, his eyes meeting mine as he gave me an easy grin.
Typical him.
No, I was just going to be the baby machine after the wedding. That's all the Ministry wants any of us for. To make babies.
And I had to have five...
"Please, join hands."
I took a breath and lifted my hand to grasp George's.
"Do you, Hermione Jean Granger, swear to be loyal to George Fabian Weasley, through sickness, and in health. 'Til death do you part?"
"I do," I whispered.
McGonnagall turned her head to face George, "Do you, George Fabian Weasley, swear to be loyal to Hermione Jean Granger, through sickness, and in health, 'til death do you part?"
"I do," George nodded.
A silver beam of light erupted from Professor McGonnagall's wand and wrapped around our hands. "And now the Unbreakable Vow begins. Do you both swear to not cheat, nor have an affair?"
"I swear," George and I said together.
"Do you two swear to have the allotted children given to you by the Ministry in ten years time?"
My eyes widened in surprise, but I nodded, as did George, "I swear."
"Do you swear on your lives that you two will have intercourse at least once a week until a child is consumated?"
I felt my cheeks grow pink, but said just a second after George, "I swear."
"You are now husband and wife," McGonnagall announced as the band sank into our skin into barely visible scars. "You may kiss your bride, George." There was a pause and George got an evil smirk on his face. "But don't you dare, Mister Weasley-"
McGonnagall's warning that was about to be uttered was interrupted by the applause as George tugged on my hand and spun me so that I was parallel to the ground and he was leaning over me. I blushed a furious red as his lips descended on mine, before whacking him.
"Oi!" George cried, letting me go. I rightened myself. "What was that for?"
"Pinching my arse," I smirked.
He smirked back and before I knew it, I was on the ground. Ginny and Molly sucked in a sharp breath, while I just stared at George, a smirk on my face.
"You are so dead, Weasley."
He snorted and pulled me off the ground. "After you're wasted, yeah?"
"Sounds like a plan."
Molly came up to me first, hugging me, "Give him hell, dear."
I snorted, "Mrs. Weasley-"
"We're family now. Call me Molly, or Mum," Molly smiled.
"Molly, he's going to be in hell for the next few days."
She laughed, "Good. For tripping you on the ground, he deserves it."
I laughed, nodding in agreement.
"Now, go dance," she urged.
I smiled and did as she asked. George took my hand and we danced slowly.
Of course, my head was still spinning. George and I had never kissed before, but he certainly was quite the kisser. And he was going to be a great, but quite the handful, of a husband. Dear lord, my head was all jumbled. I wasn't thinking straight. I couldn't be.
George spun me around gently and I met his eyes. His blue eyes that twinkled in the light. No, I was thinking straight. I liked my husband.
She finally admits it to herself! Aren't they cute together? Can't wait for the next chapter to come out! Fifty-4 reviews! Thanks so much, you guys! You're great! Keep it up!
-Nastya