Rise (and Fall) of the House of Potter

by WizMonCruWil

I was attempting to write a fic in which Harry has both of his parents alive. Much like the story on the 1st Wizarding War I attempted last year, I found the story to be complex, and without a clear throughline path, I jumped around, writing chapters out of order. My Friends binge bogged me down, but I wrote what I could. Please, read, review and enjoy!

18. Chapter 18: A Couple of Stuffed Shirts

Chapter 18: A Couple of Stuffed Shirts

Clad in a white wedding dress, Hermione caressed the face of the man she was marrying. Now pronounced wed as husband and wife, she and Percy both leaned in close at the same moment, their eyes lidded with want. The moment his lips met hers, Hermione gasped a little into her wedding kiss even as it deepened; closing her eyes, she kissed her husband back.

The cheers from the congregation as Mr. and Mrs. Percy Weasley embraced were drowned out for the newlyweds when a tornado of blue light suddenly magically enveloped them both. Winding her arms about him, gripping his shoulder, her other palm woven into his red curls that were now standing on end, Hermione felt her own brown tresses – long and sleek and shiny – stand straight up. She relaxed into the kiss, feeling at home in Percy's arms and how he was holding her close about her waist. And as Percy and Hermione embraced and kissed, there was a piercing shriek as fireworks now whizzed and exploded into the nighttime sky above the completed and rebuilt Burrow. Here was where Percy and Hermione would live as a married couple. Here was where they would raise their children, the next generation of Weasleys, like Molly and Arthur before them. As she broke the kiss with her…. her husband, Hermione thought back to all of the discussions she and Percy had had about raising a family, during their engagement. While Hermione knew she wanted to work as well as be a mother, she and her now-spouse had agreed: they had the ability to do it. They had the ability – and the desire – to create a large family. After all, Percy was now the only person left who could ensure that the Weasley pureblood line did not die out.

Well. With her as the mother of their children, any little ones of theirs would be half-bloods now. Yet, for a family of blood traitors, this seemed to be rather fitting. Beaming into her lover's eyes, Hermione threw back her head and laughed radiantly, before tossing her bridal bouquet aside and allowing Percy to pull her close the way she now clutched at him.

They kissed again, Hermione closing her eyes and not looking nor caring to see where her bouquet of roses fell.

She would later be quite thrilled to learn, while dancing with Percy at their wedding and reception, that Luna had been the one to catch the prized flowers.