Ron Weasley's wedding to Hermione Granger had been ruined. Once the battle was over, there were two dead Death Eaters, but everyone who had attended the wedding had thankfully survived.

Hermione was livid. Ron didn't bother to try to calm her down. After twelve years of knowing her, he knew better than to try to calm Hermione Granger down when she was far past angry. Ron could still hear her voice ringing across the Hogwarts grounds while they were trying to clean up…

"THEY THINK THEY CAN BARGE IN AND ATTACK MY WEDDING?" Hermione had ranted as she kicked an overturned chair to the side. The flowers Ginny had placed in her hair only hours before were drooping and were in the danger of falling out. Hermione's beautiful dress was ripped in three places, due to a few spells she had failed to dodge. Other than this, she was completely unharmed. However, she kept screaming.

"IT WAS OVER FIVE YEARS AGO, AND NOW THEY THINK THEY CAN COME BACK?" Hermione had then trailed off into jumbled up words then crumbled to the ground and was reduced to sobs.

Ron had rushed to her side and comforted her and told her that no matter what he was going to get them married.

"But what if it's a sign?" Hermione had said worriedly. "What if we're not meant to be together?"

Ron had considered this and had looked at her hard, and a little hurt. "Hermione, I love you more than anything. The question is, do you love me?"

"More than life," Hermione had said, cupping his face in her hand.

"Then I don't see why we're not meant to be together," Ron had proclaimed.

They had furthermore decided that since two Death Eaters were dead and that the rest had fled, they could still have the wedding.

So they started from scratch. The guests who had stayed to fight sat down again, looking exhausted. Ron stood at the front with Harry, who had scorch marks in numerous places.

Hermione had started down the aisle again, after Ginny of course. She was tired, but she decided to be happy. She didn't care what she looked like or how the wedding looked anymore. The only thing that mattered was that she was marrying Ron Weasley.

They still had the reception later. Ron and Hermione danced all night, and Hermione tried to keep all her attention on Ron the whole night, just as she had promised.

At one point, however, Harry cut in, and Ron reluctantly let Hermione go. Harry guided Hermione across the dance floor, and away from Ron.

"This has been a very interesting wedding day," Harry had said jokingly. Hermione gave a halfhearted smile.

"Hey," Harry had said, catching her eye and holding her gaze. "You can't expect a wedding to go perfect. Everyone dreams of their perfect wedding, Hermione, but there's always something that goes wrong."

"Really?" Hermione had challenged, raising an eyebrow. "What went wrong at your wedding, Harry?"

"Now that you mention it, I do remember Ginny having kittens because she didn't think her dress fit her properly," Harry said. Hermione scoffed.

"Oh, come on," Harry said. "So it wasn't the perfect wedding. But isn't it more important that you're with Ron now?"

Hermione had glanced at Ron, who was dancing with four-year-old Victoire. She smiled, thinking of everything they had been through together. She caught Ron's eye, and he flashed her that smile she loved and winked at her.

She turned back to Harry, who had been watching them with mild interest. "Yes, it is."

Ron was forced back into reality when he felt his wife stir next to him. They were both in bed, and Hermione was in Ron's arms, apparently restless with a nightmare. Ron heard her mumble in her sleep, "No…not Ron…"

Ron shook her awake. "Hermione, it's alright, I'm right here."

Hermione's eyes turned and locked on his. She flew into his arms and hugged him tightly. "Don't leave me," she whispered into his chest.

"What? Why would I leave you?" Ron asked, his arms encircling her body.

"Just don't," Hermione said more forcefully.

Ron hesitated, and decided not to push the subject. Whatever Hermione had dreamed must've been really bad. "I won't," he promised solemnly.