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Chapter Three – Elvis and Dead People

'It will be a life full of happiness!' Harry laughed out loud as he moved with Hermione by his arm close to the chapel with the neon lights all around.

'After so many years of fighting demons and villains!' Hermione called out as drunk and out of her somber mind. They both laughed.

'Remember when Voldemort was just right there? In the middle of the Great Hall? Daaamn it was awful!' Harry shouted and some other muggles, drunk as well cheered at the couple for no reason as the due stumbled closer to the chapel's door. It was open, just like countless other chapels, casinos, bars and clubs around Vegas.

'I do… I remember trying to pass by every enemy, hex everyone and reach you, but I remember you finishing him… and then I felt cold, empty, and then all my purpose was for you to be healed and happy.' Hermione was saying through laughter right before she could somber and find Harry pulling her closer to him.

Their lips met in a frenzy of need, lust, compassion and shared pain, hiding the other, overwhelming feelings they didn't dare name in their drunken state. They remained there, kissing each other with need, fighting for a dominance useless through the kiss that ended with a gasp and the two best friends staring in each other's eyes, maybe even for a moment, completely somber.

'Lets do this,' Harry finally said and took her hand and started moving inside the chapel with Hermione following.

They entered the place full of neon lights and plastic plants in a drunken haze and approached the desk where no one else but an Elvis Presley wannabe was grinning at them, possibly as drunk as the couple of best friends and soon-to-be couple of spouses.

'Well well, we have a couple ready to tie the knot with a bang!' the man said in a thick accent and then grabbed his guitar and started singing as Harry and Hermione started laughing like lunatics.

'We're ready, king… sir, to tie… the knot!' Hermione said between hiccups and Harry laughed as he scooped her in his arms and nodded.

'It'll be 50 bucks and 50 more for the rings, they're silver… but hey! They're your wedding rings, damn it!' Elvis said and brought a bottle from a drawer of the desk and gulped down some of the liquid in it, yep, definitely drunk…

'Search my pocket,' Harry said and Hermione tried to reach her hand down, grabbed his semi-stiff member, casing him to jerk and almost throw her down, laughed out loud and finally found the pocket with wallet instead the one with the wand. She opened it, still in Harry's arms and took out the hundred dollars for the wedding, gave them to Elvis and then put the wallet in her own pocket to save time. The fake Elvis took the money, took a paper form to fill the names of the legal contract and then led them to the main chapel with the 80's décor all around and brought them before the aisle.

'Your names, my sweets?' he asked and both friends tried to focus on the question while Hermione remained in Harry's arms.

'Harry James Potter, yep that one!' Harry said first and Hermione giggled and smacked another kiss on his lips.

'And Hermione Jane Potter, no Granger, it'll be Potter in a minute.' Hermione said and Harry almost dropped her in his laughter, causing both to laugh even harder.

Suddenly, the Elvis before them turned somber and adjusted his sunglasses, his sparkly magenta costume catching the light with its tens of crystals on it.

'OK, Harry James, repeat after me,' Elvis said and Harry nodded frantically. ' I take you, Hermione Jane, to be my wife, in good and bad, sickness and health and love you tender…' Elvis said and Harry cleared his throat and adjusted Hermione in his arms.

'I take you, Hermione… Jane, to be my wife, in bad and health, in sick and good and love you tendeeer!' he said and at the end he even sung the little phrase from Elvis' song, mismatching the vows but speaking them out nonetheless. Elvis clapped, whirled around himself and pressed a button of his guitar and an "awww" sound from a fake audience was heard, causing the three of them to laugh hysterically.

'Now, Hermione Jane, after me,' he said and pointed at Hermione who nodded happily. 'I take you, Harry James, to be my husband, in good and bad, sickness and health, and love you tender,' Elvis said and Hermione snickered and nodded frantically as well.

'I take you, Harry James, to be my husband… in good and bad, hik- in sickness and health, and looove you teeenderr.' Hermione repeated between hiccups that caused the couple to giggle and kiss passionately before Elvis.

'And since you're drunk and want to fuck each other's brains out, by the power and talent vested in me…' Elvis said and pressed another button, causing drums to be heard in a crescendo. Tried with effort to put on their rings as they were in no shape to make it with Hermione in Harry's arms and the amount of alcohol in their system. 'I pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride… again!' Elvis said and Harry left Hermione down on her feet only to lock her in another embrace and kiss her like there was no tomorrow.

'I just need you to sign up this paper and we're all good and legal.' Elvis said while the two kept kissing and both Harry and Hermione kept the kiss on, fumbled in their clothes until they found their wands and cast a signing spell on the paper before the bemused Elvis before they could apparate away.

'Wow… and then people don't believe I'm alive…' he said in his drunken haze before he could start playing his guitar with the tones of Suspicious Minds…

Harry and Hermione reached Los Angeles and the hotel's room that belonged to Harry with a loud crack and the miracle of not splinching themselves in the process. They were still locked in an embrace and fell on the bed in a hip of laughter, kisses and caresses.

'Dear wife!' Harry exclaimed as he paused for a moment and looked at Hermione, for that moment, everything felt right, he was a world champion, a traumatized war hero, and a married man.

'My husband,' Hermione replied and smiled at him, for a moment her mind cleared just a bit, and the heaviness of their action settled just a bit but that was all for a single moment, then she burst in giggles.

'Hermione Potter, it has a ring to it!' he said as he started lifting up the England t-shirt she was wearing the same moment Hermione attacked the buckle of his jeans. They struggled with their clothes, Harry ending up tearing off him his own blouse, almost falling off the bed in his try to take of his jeans without taking off his shoes and he simply lowered Hermione's jeans and let them hang from one of her legs in their haste to get naked.

'That's more like it,' Hermione whispered as Harry hovered above her and rubbed her pelvis with his own, causing both to moan as he brushed against her most sensitive part with his member. 'Harry…' she whispered as he lowered his head to trail kisses from her neck down to her throat, collarbone and then her breasts, filling his hands and mouth with her tender flesh. She arched her body and moaned loudly and the slowed down pace lasted only a moment more as they both attacked each other in feverish kisses and a tight embrace.

He was within her with a thrust of pleasure and drunken need, hidden feelings and undiscovered insecurities and the reality of what they're doing postponed for the next morning. They were moving against each other with passion, Harry caressing every inch of her body while she kissed, caressed and even clawed at his own body with need.

He moved on his back, taking her with him and she followed gladly, Harry had noticed her body for years now… he always knew there was a beautiful body, a beautiful girl under the Hogwarts robes, he was certain of it, but as he watched Hermione now, with her feminine carves, her full breasts and her flawless skin above him, he could truly realize, even with the alcohol in his system, that she was the one he should be having with him, in bed and in every other occasion and place, a long time ago. His drunken mind decided however to remain on the almost flawless skin of hers for now, as he reached up and touched a scar right above her heart. She looked down at him and her drunken blush deepened with embarrassment.

'Department of Mysteries, Dolohov,' she only said and he looked at her in the eyes, for a moment, his own mind cleared and he was seeing his best friend Hermione, his wife Hermione, staring down at him embarrassed of a war medal only a true warrior could have. He sat up and embraced her, turning the angle to the lotus and kissed her passionately.

'You're perfect,' he whispered and Hermione moaned as she raised just a bit as to move back down on him with his member deeper than before inside her body. She then noticed his own scar above the left side of his chest. He looked down at it for a moment.

'The locket, the night the doe appeared.' He said and she nodded and kissed him passionately but with a tenderness only she could show to him.

Everything was working out as it should be, all the foes were away, all the friends, stalkers, crazy fans and critics and fears had backed down and it was just the two of them. He with his always disarming truth and her, by his side, with all her logic tossed out the window and her heart out in the open and tied in a knot, literally, with his. Harry, her best friend, the first person in her life was her husband, and everything was perfect, everything was right, for that one night, everything had finally fallen into place.

She pushed him back down and kept moving above him, making both moan and scream in pleasure, it was what they always needed, what they never dared reach out and claim, only now they had it under a haze and the circumstances would be there along the hangover.

'Oh Harry!' Hermione screamed first, her entire body tingling, arching and burning with the ecstasy of her climax, milking him with her walls and her head falling back as she held hands with him, who at her sight of perfect pleasure and utter undo, couldn't last a moment longer and reached his own climax with a cry of her name and his own body surrendering to their encounter.

The first sunrise hit Hermione's face and she accepted the warm caress of it with a not so lady-like groan, she looked up and saw Harry's face down in the pillow next to hers, his arm holding her down awkwardly. Her eyes widened as she realized his bare ass was staring up at the room, just like her own bare ass was exposed on the side. They were as naked as the day they were born and that meant very naked. She was left speechless as flashes from the last night rushed in her mind and the memories of Elvis, public demonstration of magic, vows, alcohol and sex created a massive panic attack built.

She was ready to shake Harry awake, shake herself up and throw up because of the panic mixed with the hangover but a voice behind her made her freeze and turn her head slowly towards the source of the voice.

'Good morning, Hermione dear…' the semi-transparent form of Lily Evans Potter, right next to the also semi-transparent form of James Potter, was smiling amused at her.

This time she shrieked, she shrieked as loudly as a human can shriek at the sight of her best friend's dead parents–whose grave she visited often-, staring back at her with smiles on their faces while she was naked in bed with said best friend and flashes of a Las Vegas Elvis Presley wedding from the last night hammered her mind. Her body gave in to the panic, ignoring the hangover, and she jolted off her side in the bed, almost broke Harry's arm in her try to jump over his still asleep body and fell on the floor from the other side of the bed in a hip of pain, nausea and fright.

Harry felt the pain in his arm, making his realize the shriek wasn't in his dreams of getting married to Hermione before Elvis, strange dreams… he raised his head from the pillow and looked straight on the floor were Hermione was panting with wide eyes and very very nude…

'Hermione?' he could only ask, his mind still too hazed and in pain to ask himself about their state of undress, the dream that suddenly felt very real and her wide eyes. 'What's wrong?' he asked as if seeing his best friend naked by his bed was normal and he was only worried because of her frightened eyes.

'Harry… I think we're married…. And I think I see dead people….' She replied in a whisper and Harry heard the pair of snickering from behind him before he could turn his head to look at his parents.

Ohohoho sooo what you think? I had to even search for las vegas wedding in youtube to see the dos and don'ts of it :P what you think guys? yep smut from chapter three, the potters are back and hhr make the new ones... and what about Elvis huh? the king lives! :P

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