Hermione and Severus lay together in bed. It was the night before their ceremony and she was jittery with nerves as he stroked the skin of her stomach reverently.

She had eventually told him about the potion, how she'd brewed it, stared at it, and then thrown it away.

Hermione had expected him to be angry with her, to lash out, to call her selfish. Instead he seemed to completely understand, understand that she just needed the perceived choice, the ability to decide it wasn't what she wanted.

She had no doubt he would have forgiven her even had she gone through with it and it only endeared him to her more.

She lay her face against his chest and reveled in his arm around her back. He was hers, her perfect wizard, her soulmate, her husband, the father of her child.

And it was wonderful, and she couldn't get over it, as she lay there in the silence and stared at a thick, masculine nipple she wondered at how he would react if she bit it. She didn't think on it long as her tongue flicked out to lick it and he groaned in his sleep.

She slipped her mouth over the pointed flesh and her tongue flicked back and forth over it. His eyes snapped open, deep black and shadowed with lust.

"Hermione." He grunted and she shushed him before her mouth fell back over his nipple, warm and soft, her fingers trailed down the center of his abdomen to wrap around his quickly hardening staff and rubbed, up and down motions. Soon she'd slipped beneath the blankets and taken him in her mouth. He grunted, his fingers found her hair and grasped it, hard.

His hips bucked as he grunted, groaned, hissed, and called her name in his half asleep state. When he released into her mouth she crawled back up him and lay against his chest, licking her lips. He groaned.

"You really will be the death of me witch." He grunted and held her tighter to him. Oddly she felt more relaxed herself and soon both had slipped into a deep sleep.

SSHG

Hermione's stomach fluttered nervously inside her as Ginny helped put the finishing touches on her hair. She was meeting Severus in less than an hour and then they would be together, forever, bound for the rest of their lives.

Her stomach was sick not only because of the baby but because of her incredibly volatile nerves.

She blinked back tears and Harry put a hand to her shoulder on one side, Ginny on the other. Ron had chosen not to attend.

Which had hurt her feelings at first but then, when she thought about it, was probably for the best. Severus still glared darkly when his name was mentioned, she wondered if he'd ever be able to forgive the redhead. She had.

But they were different people, they complemented one another so well, her and Severus.

"I feel sick guys." She groaned, her hands coming up to cover her face and Harry chuckled.

"Do you remember how much I cried before Draco and I got married. I thought I'd never stop crying." He comforted her with soothing circles on her back and she relaxed, minutely.

"Man, I'm never getting married, you guys make this seem so serious." Ginny crossed her arms and Hermione couldn't stifle her laugh.

"It is serious Ginny! This is the one, the only one, for the rest of my life." Hermione stared at herself and her friends in the mirror. She looked lovely in her long silvery dress robes. Bright gold and green flowers decorated her hair, the curls pulled and pinned and done up with many falling about her face.

Draco's head popped into the room a little too soon and Hermione's heart stopped.

Stopped and then rushed to life, her lungs felt like they would collapse.

"Breathe woman." Draco laughed as he came up behind her and brushed off her friends.
"Give us a minute." He shooed his husband and Ginny away and rounded on Hermione, coming right up in front of her face.

She watched him with watery eyes.

"Are you having second thoughts, Hermione?" She shook her head no.

"No, no nothing like that! Gods no." Tears were flowing down her cheeks and she was so happy for magic, her makeup would not be ruined.

"Are you afraid he's having second thoughts?" She shook her head again.

"No, I know he loves me." She tried to breathe and Draco put his hands on her shoulders, grasped them firmly, she slowly calmed down.

"Breathe, it's overwhelming. I know it is, Harry and I, we were so worried, the what ifs. We both knew we would never change who we were with. I woke up one night crying because I was worried he would die when we got married. Silliness. It's all silliness Hermione, you love each other. I've watched you together when you come to visit. It's real."

"What if…" Draco shushed her.

"No what ifs, Granger, you two were made for each other. Now go get him." He raised his blonde eyebrows and Hermione smiled with a sniffle. Rubbed her eyes.

"Who would have thought the cocky prat would be the one to bring me down."

"Who would have thought the…ahem…would end up my godfather's wife." He cleared his throat, spared her the word.

"It doesn't hurt me anymore, Draco, it's a word. It means nothing."

He took a deep breath.

"Okay, no more, before I start to cry. Let's go before your fiancé comes hunting for you, he was already pacing having you away from him for five seconds." Hermione burst out laughing as they stepped out into the cooling night air. She'd wanted an evening wedding.

"Wonderful isn't he?" She cooed and he blinked over at her.

"Something like that."

And this time they both laughed.

It was quiet when Hermione stepped up to the end of her short aisle. Their set up was similar to Draco and Harry's wedding with much less fluff, and much more black. Severus was stood at the end, staring at her with wide black eyes, his lips curled into that little smile he only wore for her.

Her eyes started to water and she begged herself not to cry, bargained with herself that she didn't need to.

Harry held her arm and walked her down the aisle with a delicate stride, Ginny before them and soon she came to stand right across from the man of the hour.

She blinked up at him, his hair, which had grown well past shoulder length was pulled back into a low ponytail at the nape of his neck, his black eyes sparkled under the emerging stars and his hands were balled into his black dress robes. A clear sign he wanted nothing more than to reach out and grab her.

He exhaled.

The small crowd of their friends looked on as Minerva began the ceremony, and finally Hermione's panic was quiet. Everything was right.