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AN: maĭka is Bulgarian for mother. I had to split this chapter in two or it would of gotten way too long. thank you for all of your reviews, favorites, and follows they make my heart dance with joy. Sorry, updates will take a little longer as my computer is broken!

You Again

Chapter Sixteen

Hermione pulled her head under the rose scented water attempting to relax the Erumpents rampaging in her stomach. Planning a wedding in just five months had made Hermione want to pull her hair out making her dread the actual day, but when the day finally came she was a bundle of nerves.

"Hermione," Ginny demanded, throwing open the door without knocking, throwing a flannel in the tub to get her attention. When Hermione pulled her head above water she heard Ginny add, "You have been in the tub for over an hour, it's time to get out and get ready!"

Giving spun on her heel to grab a towel, "Good thing mum and me decided to get dressed already or we would be late."

Hermione groaned and stood up taking the towel from Ginny's outstretched arms. "I can't believe I was in the tub for an hour."

Ginny giggled, "I can. Put this robe on and I will do your makeup while mum does your hair. You want the curls contained right?"

Hermione nodded her head as she sat in a chair with her back facing the mirror, "I want them piled on my head. I do want to thank both of you for doing this. It means a lot."

Molly patted her hand, "No worries dear. Now sit back and relax while we get you ready for your wedding."

Hermione could not relax for the hour that she got her hair worked on, Molly yanked, pulled and stretched her hair in every direction. She made Hermione's head move so much that Ginny had to stop putting on Hermione's make up and wait until her mother was done.

Ginny was applying the finishing touches to her own face before Molly waved her wand over Hermione's hair to set thestyle in place.

"There," Molly stepped back and clasped her hands together, "What do you think?"

Hermione started to spin around but was stopped by Ginny, "Wait Hermione. Let's finish your makeup then put your dress on. Then look in the mirror so you can get the full effect," Hermione nodded and relaxed in the chair again.

Ten minutes had passed and Ginny stood back to admirer her handiwork. "Looks great, now get in your lingerie and I will help you get in your dress."

Hermione walked into the bathroom, careful to avoid the mirror and reached into her bag to pull out a simple white lace bra and white lace thong that had 'bride' written on the back panel.

Hermione opened the door and immediately felt scrutinized by Ginny's stare. "What?" Hermione questioned, "Less is more right?" Hermione started walking and gently pulled her dress of the hanger.

Ginny snickered, following after the bride, "I was just thinking about the groom's reaction."

Ginny grabbed the top of the dress and helped Hermione shimmy into it. Pulling the corset on back tight, with a quick, "Can you breathe?". Ginny finished the strings into a bow and stood back, "Now look," Ginny urged.

Hermione slowly walked over to the mirror and looked herself over. Starting at her hair, she saw that a handful of curls were pulled out, framed around her face and the rest piled on top of her head like a mountain. Her eyes trailed over to her face to see that the makeup was natural, only accentuating her eyes. Her dress was a simple sweetheart neckline and ballgown waist. As Hermione twirled around she felt like a princess.

Molly's breath caught in her throat, "Oh my dear. You look spectacular. Here I have something for you," Molly reached into her back, pulled out a rectangular shaped box and handed it to Hermione.

Hermione smiled her thanks and opened the box. Sitting in the box was a diamond encrusted tiara, it looked identical to the one that Ginny had worn on her wedding day. Hermione looked up speechless to the women in front of her. "This is like one that Ginny wore. It's beautiful."

Molly shook her head, "No, this is the one that Ginny wore. It is passed down in the Weasley side of the family, all the brides wear it. Now you will too."

The tears that Hermione had pushed away came back in full force and she rushed over to Molly. "It means so much, thank you."

Molly pulled her face away and wiped at Hermione's tears. "You are welcome. Now I have to go find Arthur, it's almost time."

Ginny wait until her mother was out of the room, "So you have something old and borrowed. I took care of something blue, look at the bottom of your dress," while Hermione was looking down Ginny turned around to grab one orange square shaped box and one large purple rectangle shaped box out of her bag.

Hermione lifted up her dress to see that today's date, November 13, 2005 was embroidered in blue. "Did you do this?" Hermione questioned, turning to look at her face in the mirror to see if her eye makeup was smudged.

Ginny called out from over Hermione's shoulder, "It was actually Ron's idea. There is a setting charm on your makeup so it won't come off until twelve hours after I set it. Here, this is from me. Well and Harry but he finds it awkward so just from me," Ginny stifled a giggle as she handed the orange box over to Hermione.

Hermione opened the box to see a white garter belt, resting on a blue background. "Thanks Gin," Hermione quickly slide it up her leg as Ginny handed her the purple box. "What's this?" she questioned as she noticed the time and summoned her heels to her.

Ginny smiled and started to walk towards the door, "It's from Viktor. I will go get Teodora and Dad."

Hermione sat on the bed and took a deep breath. When she opened the box Hermione noticed that it was full of papers, slowly shuffling through them she realized that they were adoption papers. Hermione jumped up and gasped, "Viktor wants me to adopt Teodora."

A chuckle from the doorway made her realize she wasn't alone, standing in the opening door was Ron.

"He should," Ron spoke and walked over to Hermione. "You are a wonderful mother," putting his hand on her cheek he whispered, "You look beautiful. I'm sorry for all I have said."

Hermione shot up and pulled Ron into a fierce hug whispering, "It's in the past, thank you for coming."

Ron stepped back and gave her a half smile, turning around to greet his father and Teodora at the door.

"Maĭka!" Teodora shrieked and ran to Hermione. "You look pretty," she mumbled into Hermione's neck.

Hermione hugged the little girl almost automatically, "Did you call me mum little bird?"

Teodora's eyes widened, "Am I not suppose to call you that? Friend at school said you come mama today."

Hermione laughed soothing the little girl's worries, "It's fine love. I just wanted to make sure that is what you said."

Hermione stood up and in walked in a circle, pretending to scrutinize Teodora. "I love your dress. Are you excited to be the flower girl?"

Teodora jumped up and down flinging her basket full of flower petals in the air, "Yes! I can't wait to see papa, I miss him."

Hermione quietly laughed and waved her wand to summon the petals in the air, without warning they all spun themselves around their owner like the petals were falling down from a tree.

Teodora's peals of laughter were interrupted by Arthur cleared his throat, "It's time to go."

Hermione gave another wave of her wand and the petals returned to the basket, then with a little push to her soon to be daughter towards Ginny and placed her arm on Arthur.

The walk down to the ballroom was quiet until just before the Hermione and Arthur were set to walk out Arthur cleared his throat once again. "Thank you for letting me take your place as your father."

Hermione wrapped her arms around the man and whispered, "I wouldn't have it any other way. You and Molly mean so much to me. I want to ask will you be Teodora's grandfather?"

Arthur pulled back to stare at Hermione's eyes in disbelief, "doesn't Viktor have to ask?"

Hermione smiled, glancing a look in the ballroom dropping her voice to able a whisper "He wants me to adopt Teodora."

Before Arthur could answer the wedding March started, signaling Hermione's descent.