Ringing In The Season

Author's Note: Originally published on December 23, 2023

"Morning, love."

Ron's sleep-roughened voice broke the silence of the Saturday morning in their small flat. Hermione was cozy under a pile of blankets on their settee, some ancient book in her lap. He loved seeing her like that, it felt like home.

It was a typical weekend morning for them, unlike their recent nights.

For weeks, their evenings had been spent planning Harry and Ginny's elaborate wedding, which was still months away. As the Best Wizard and Witch of Honour, they had a myriad of duties in the extravaganza. Harry wanted Ginny to have her dream wedding, and it had grown to quite a large dream indeed. Not to mention she was the first Weasley daughter in generations to have a wedding.

"Morning, Ron."

He walked over and dropped a kiss in her hair, before stretching and letting out a wide yawn. He turned back to her, his eyes on the unfamiliar book.

"Whatcha reading?"

"Oh," she flipped to the cover and showed it to him. "I'm researching some old wedding customs for Ginny. She wants to find something unique for the ceremony."

They both shook their heads, communicating their judgement silently.

He leisurely scratched his stomach through his comfortable threadbare shirt. "What's the assignment at The Burrow today?"

"We need to do the seating charts... again. Apparently, Aunt Muriel refuses to sit with some cousin of your mum's."

"Bloody hell, not seating again! I need to learn Arithmancy to make sense of those charts. Can't the old bat just sit where she's told?"

Hermione shrugged and playfully poked him in the belly. "I guess not. You're just cranky because your mum hasn't baked as much as she usually does at Christmas."

"Might make the planning a little more bearable if there was more to snack on."

She reached up and patted his hand. "Don't worry, your mother hasn't forgotten about the holidays. I'm sure there will be a bounty of food at Christmas next week."

"There had better be." His stomach grumbled, on cue. "Still, it's going to be another shit evening tonight."

Hermione smirked but didn't scold him. "It's a good thing I pulled your mum aside last night and told her we're going to visit my parents this afternoon, so we can't attend."

"But your parents are out of town until tomorrow... ohhh." He flashed the lopsided grin that melted her every time. "Have I told you you're brilliant?"

"A few times," she teased. "I think we both could do with a quiet night in."

"Oh? You sure you don't want to check out some Muggle clubs tonight?" Ron performed a series of jerky movements, causing Hermione to giggle.

"Was that supposed to be a dance, or did George slip some itching powder in your pajamas?"

He stopped, looking mortally offended with his hands on his hips. "Those are prime moves I'll have you know."

"Suuuuure... You're lucky you're so cute. Why don't you take those prime moves into the kitchen and make some breakfast? I'm starving."

"Yes, dearest, whatever you want," he teased her back. "You're lucky you're cute."

Her laughter followed him to their galley kitchen, before she flipped through her book once again. She could hear the familiar, comfortable sound of Ron whistling as he worked, and soon the delightful smells were making her mouth water. She truly loved this time with him. She wanted it forever.

After a while, Ron emerged with two heaping plates in hand, his face alight with excitement. "Did you even look outside this morning, or did you stick your nose straight into that book?"

"Book," she replied. He knew her too well. On her way to join him at their small circular table, she pulled open the curtains of a nearby window. "Oh, it snowed! It looks beautiful outside."

Ron nodded, placing the plates on the table before fetching their tea from the kitchen. "Maybe we could go for a walk later, enjoy the season a little bit before we have to go back to wedding planning hell."

Hermione nodded. "That sounds lovely. Unless it's just an excuse to finish your Christmas shopping. You only have few days until Christmas Eve, you know."

Ron took a seat and picked up his fork, pointing it in her direction. "Despite your lack of faith, I completed my shopping already. With all the running around we've been doing, I was able to take care of it at the same time."

She tapped him on the nose and leaned down for a kiss before sitting across from him. "I'm impressed."

They began to tuck into the mounds of scrambled eggs, strips of bacon, and piles of toast Ron had made, reminiscent of something his mum would serve. The apple hadn't fallen far from the tree in that respect.

Ron glanced over at the copy of yesterday's Daily Prophet his girlfriend had left on the table, something she did every Friday night so he could check the Quidditch league scores in the morning. He let out a disgusted snort as he held it up to Hermione, pointing at the moving photo of Harry and Ginny entering a fancy cake shop the previous weekend.

"Did you see this? 'Preparations for the wedding of the millennium continue'. Such a stupid name. The millennium is not even three years old! Don't get me wrong, I love Harry, and sometimes I even like Ginny, but it's getting ridiculous. I hope our wedding isn't a bloody spectacle."

Hermione let out a squeak, her fork frozen in mid-air, a bite of egg wobbling on the tines.

"What's the matter?"

"Our wedding?"

The tips of his ears turned red, and he shrugged. "It's not like we haven't vaguely discussed it here and there, and with all the wedding stuff going on, it's been in my head."

"We haven't talked about it in a while, so I wasn't sure if you still felt the same. If it was something you still wanted to do or if you were comfortable with how things are."

Ron furrowed his brow. "Of course I want to marry you! Merlin, I'd marry you right now. I've had the ring for ages!" He looked away, horrified, before mumbling to himself. "Fuck, is there Veratiserum in this tea?"

Hermione was staring at him with wide eyes, the news obviously a surprise. "You've had it for ages? When... when did you get it?"

Ron shook his head. "Nope, I'm not answering that. You're going to think I'm mental."

That unexpected answer clearly shook Hermione. She pushed her plate away and leaned forward. "When, Ron? Please tell me."

Ron looked up and couldn't resist the pleading look on her face. "You're spoiling everything, you know."

"I don't care. Please?"

Ron threw his head back in exasperation, knowing he'd been the one who let that crucial information slip. He let out a deep breath of resignation. He'd kept that secret for years, and now he ruined it on a random Saturday morning. "Fine. I bought it the day you left for Hogwarts after the war. I knew then that you were the one for me, and it reminded me every day you were going to come back to me."

"Really? You did?"

He nodded. "Harry and I disguised ourselves in Diagon Alley so we could get to Gringotts without any hassle, and once we revealed ourselves, we were able to get gold from Harry's vault... which took some negotiation since the goblins weren't exactly thrilled to see us. I paid him back in full once I started getting a salary from the Ministry and by working some extra hours with George when you were gone."

Hermione was enthralled listening to this story that had long been hidden from her.

"We went to the jewelers that day to pick it out, and I've had it ever since. I briefly considered proposing when you graduated but decided it was too soon; I wanted us to enjoy our time together without the pressure of an engagement. Then we talked about waiting a while to be more settled in our careers to revisit this, so yeah, that's what happened."

Hermione was speechless. She never imagined he'd gone to such lengths, and her eyes quickly became glassy. "That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard."

"Really?"

She jumped up from her seat and fell into his lap, pulling him into a long snog. She broke off the kiss but kept her face close to his, her eyes locked on his and her arms thrown around his neck.

"I've been thinking about marriage, too. A lot."

"I thought you wanted to wait."

"I thought I did, but I'm not so sure anymore. Maybe we've waited long enough. It's been on my mind since we've been around it. Not the idea of some grand wedding, but the idea of being married. To make that commitment to each other and introduce you to people as my husband, and not my boyfriend. I don't know, boyfriend just seems so... small compared to what you are to me. I think I just want to be married to you."

He grinned and kissed her forehead. "Well, that's a relief. I want to be married to you, too."

She smiled brightly, before continuing. "Can I see it?"

"See what?"

"The ring."

"The ring? Are you mental? I'm not going to show you the ring until I ask you."

"Then ask me."

Ron pulled back and examined her, trying to determine if she was serious. "Are you serious?"

She nodded. "Yes, I'm serious. The answer to the question is yes."

Ron's eyes bugged out of his head. "What is happening right now?"

"I'm waiting for you to propose so I can say yes."

"Oh, is that it? Hermione, are you ok?" He placed a hand on her forehead, but it was perfectly cool.

"Ron, I'm fine. Well, not entirely. I'm not engaged to you yet." Her tone was so matter of fact that he was taken aback.

"Bloody hell, you are serious."

She nodded her head enthusiastically, her hands on his pink cheeks, her eyes filling up with tears again. "I would like you to propose to me, Ron Weasley."

Ron nodded. "I'd like nothing more."

He stood up with Hermione in his arms and walked her over to the sofa, where he gently put her down, before giving her a quick peck. "Be right back."

Hermione tried to smooth out her hair and sit up straight, thrilled they had reached this point. Ron came bounding out of their room, a dark velvet ring box in his hand. He skidded to a stop in front of her and dropped to one knee.

The tears came now, for both. Ron looked up at her, his hair disheveled from sleep, clothed in his plain T-shirt and plaid pajama pants. It was perfect. He held the ring box in one hand, and the fingers on his other hand entwined with hers.

He took a deep breath to steady his nerves, even though he already knew the answer. "Here goes."

She stifled a sob and nodded briefly, and he continued, a slight shake in his voice. "Hermione Granger, I never thought, when you entered our train compartment, how much you'd change my life. You annoyed me at first, and then I grew to like you, and then love you. Now, I can't imagine my life or future without you, and I never want to. Will you marry me?"

She nodded again as he opened the box and gently placed the ring on her finger, before she leaned forward and kissed him several times, her now fiancé.

They finally broke apart, and Hermione sat back to take a better look at the ring. It was an elegant, timeless design in white gold, with a sparkling round-cut diamond in the center, and smaller diamonds along the band. It was tasteful and fit Hermione's style flawlessly.

Ron joined her on the sofa and she cuddled up against him, her head on his chest, staring at the ring again.

"This is perfect, Ron. I still can't believe you bought it that long ago."

He shrugged, his ears red again. "There's no one else for me but you."

"I feel the same way."

Ron suddenly shifted. "Shit, is your dad going to be upset that I didn't ask for his blessing? I know that's a Muggle tradition."

"My dad won't care, he already calls you son."

He nodded, content. He wrapped his arms around her and they both sighed. They were finally engaged!

After a few minutes, Hermione shifted restlessly and let out a different kind of sigh, one tinged with disappointment. "This feels anticlimactic."

He frowned. "Of course it does! You completely ruined the chance for me to set up an elaborate, romantic proposal."

Hermione stared at the ring again and smiled. "It was romantic."

Ron let out a huff. "I'm glad you think so. We're going to be telling this story for the rest of our lives—how I proposed on a random morning, in my ratty pajamas. It makes me look like a tosser."

"I like our story, and stop worrying about what other people think. I think it suits us. What I mean is that it doesn't feel like enough."

Ron dropped his head. "I suppose we can find you a bigger diamond."

Hermione rolled her eyes and smacked his chest. "That's not it. I adore my ring. You've kept this ring for me for four years, I'm going to keep it forever."

Ron looked puzzled. "So what did you mean? We're engaged!"

An idea was forming in Hermione's head, an idea that felt so incredible, so right, that she felt like bursting.

"I know that look, what are you up to, Hermione?"

"What if we got married now? Today? I don't want a big wedding like Harry and Ginny, and neither do you. I just want to be Mrs. Granger-Weasley."

"Fuck me."

"That traditionally comes after the wedding, Ron."

"Are you really joking about something this major? What about our family? Our friends?"

"I'm not marrying them. This is something just for us, you and me. You even said you'd marry me today if you could. Now you can!"

Ron nodded slowly, letting her words sink in. He loved the idea that he wouldn't have to wait any longer to marry the love of his life. He could feel the excitement coursing through his veins at the thought.

He looked down at her, nestled on his chest, her wild hair going every which way. "Yes, Hermione. I love you and I want to marry you more than anything."

She clapped in delight and leaned up for a kiss. "We need to plan this out quickly, and be discreet. Otherwise, the news will spread."

"Yeah, I definitely don't want this in the news until we can tell everyone in person, or my mother will make you a young widow. But... do you mind if we wait a bit before telling people? It would be nice to enjoy this for a while, keep it a secret between us. We'll have to hide the rings."

She nodded and beamed at him. "I love that idea, but where can we go?"

Ron thought for a moment, until an idea struck him.

"I... I hope this doesn't sound silly, and we were so young back then, but one of the most memorable days I've ever had was our first visit to Hogsmeade, just the two of us, remember? My feelings for you were already becoming very confusing, but I think that's when I really saw you in a different light. It should almost count as our first date."

"Oh, that's brilliant, Ron! I loved that day, too. Hogsmeade would be perfect. It's far enough away that we won't run into anyone we know, and it's delightful this time of year. Let's go!"

He let out a laugh and kept a grip on her. "Hold on, Hermione. If we're really going to do this, like truly get married today, we should at least dress up for the occasion. Are you sure you don't want to get proper wedding dress?"

"No, Ron. I don't care about that. I want to do this."

"Alright then, let's get ready and go!"

Holding hands tightly, the newly engaged couple landed in the charming village of Hogsmeade. The main street was decorated for the Christmas season, and the sprinkling of overnight snow made for a stunning scene.

Ron had dressed in his best Auror dress robes—the rich fabric was dark navy blue with gold accents. Ron thought he cut a tall, rather dashing figure in the tailored robes.

Hermione opted for a dress she'd purchased for a recent Ministry gala. It was a strapless, floor length dress with a sweetheart neckline. The shimmery gold material flared out at the hips into a wide gown. It matched Ron's outfit perfectly and Hermione felt beautiful in it.

Families and couples were wandering up and down the main street, enjoying the picturesque afternoon scenery and completing some final Christmas shopping. Ron and Hermione were overdressed compared to the casual and comfortable clothing most people were in. Despite standing out, they could only hope they wouldn't be recognized, and tried their best to blend in and not draw any attention.

"Where to?"

"We'll need rings first, and then we can find the Ministry office. There should be an officiant there who can complete the ceremony."

Ron turned and grabbed her hands between his, looking down at her. "You're absolutely sure? You don't want your parents or my family here?"

Hermione shook her head. "Ron, it's the two of us, for the rest of our lives. I truly want this, just us."

Ron nodded resolutely. This was going to happen today. It's not how he imagined the day was going to go when he woke up, but he was thrilled that he'd soon be married to the girl he'd been hopelessly in love with since they were teenagers, even if he couldn't express it back then.

The couple made their way to Julieta's Jewels, a new addition to the village, but perfectly suited to their needs. A bell rang out as they entered the quiet shop, gaining the attention of the elderly witch behind the counter.

"Ah, hello dearies, welcome to my shop. What can I help you with?"

"We're looking for wedding bands."

"Oh, how lovely. Congratulations! When is the wedding?"

Ron and Hermione shared a look, before Hermione answered. "Today."

Julieta was taken aback, her hand flying to her chest. "Goodness! I suppose that's why you're both looking very fancy for a Saturday afternoon. Let's see what we can do, shall we?"

She pointed out the displays which held the wedding bands, and the couple began to look at the options, the variety surprising for a small store. They looked through both the witch and wizard options, but there was nothing that met their fancy, though they knew they couldn't be too picky.

Ron kept peering into the case. "They're all so extravagant and showy. These look like something my sister would wear, but they don't seem like... us."

Hermione agreed, a look of disappointment crossing her face. None of them seemed right to her, either.

Julieta spoke up, addressing Hermione. "Might I see the engagement ring, dear? Perhaps I can make some suggestions in a similar style."

Hermione's mood lifted and she proudly held out her hand, savouring the first opportunity to show it off, even if it was to a complete stranger.

The older witch took a closer look. "Very nice, very nice indeed. From Duncan & Harrington's in Diagon Alley? I recognize the work. Excellent taste, young man. This is a more classic design than what I have on display here—the bigger and shinier items attract the most attention, of course. I might have just the thing in the back, let me go look."

As she left them alone in the showroom, Hermione whirled and surveyed Ron, whose ears were blazing red. "Ron, you never told me you bought this from Duncan & Harrington's. That shop is so expensive."

He shrugged. "I wanted to get you something nice. Maybe something we could pass down to our kids one day. Harry sure took the mickey when I told him that."

Hermione was so overcome by the sentiment that all she could do was pull him down into a kiss. "You are the sweetest, Ron."

"Here we are," Julieta came bustling out and beckoned them to the display case. "I think these could be a nice match."

She opened up a box with two rings, one for him and one for her. They sparkled in the light, taking Hermione's breath away. Hers had the same understated design as her engagement ring and featured a line of small diamonds in the band, whereas Ron's was in the same white gold, but with a hammered pattern that shimmered.

"Go on, try them out."

Hermione looked up at Ron and smiled widely, holding out her hand. Ron gently took her ring and placed it on her finger, the magical ring automatically sizing to fit her. Hermione did the same, their eyes connected the whole time as she slid his ring on his finger. The rings glowed white for a second.

Julieta clapped her hands. "I believe these rings were destined for the two of you."

They both nodded in agreement with the older witch. Everything seemed to be lining up for them despite their lack of planning.

"We'll take them," Ron said as he examined the ring, understanding what it symbolized.

They reluctantly removed the rings and handed them back to the shop owner, so she could wrap them up and they could pay.

Julieta handed Hermione the small bag. "Before you leave, and I hope I don't make you uncomfortable, but I wanted to personally thank you for everything you two did, helping Harry Potter save our world."

"You recognized us?" Hermione asked.

"Of course, you are rather famous, Miss Granger." She winked. "Well, not 'Miss' for much longer."

Ron pleaded with her. "Please, don't tell anyone we were here." His voice dropped to a whisper. "We're kind of eloping."

She patted Ron on the arm. "Don't you worry Mr. Weasley, your secret is safe with me. Congratulations again on your wedding—you make a beautiful couple. Oh, and if your sister and Mr. Potter are still looking for rings, send them my way."

Ron let out a laugh and shook his head, respecting the sales tactic. "I can do that."

They said their goodbyes and walked out of the store, reassured that fate was on their side.

Hermione slipped her arm through Ron's as they walked down the street. "The rings are exactly what I wanted. They're perfect!"

"Just like you."

Hermione snorted. "I am not perfect, but I'm perfect for you."

Ron barked a laugh. "No, you're definitely not perfect, but I agree."

Hermione rolled her eyes but couldn't help but almost skip with giddiness. She was about to marry her knight.

They continued walking, people watching, and enjoying the festive atmosphere around them. "We couldn't have picked a better day," Ron remarked.

"Any day would've been good, I'm just glad it's today."

They reached the end of the main street and turned off to a side street, spotting a small, isolated building at the end of the lane that looked like a quaint cottage. The Ministry of Magic seal was displayed prominently on a metal sign hanging over the door.

"There it is! Are you ready for this, Ron?"

"I can't wait for you to be my wife, Hermione."

They entered the building, which featured a cramped sitting area and a front desk. They seemed to be the only ones there, though a half-eaten plate of biscuits sat on the desk.

"Just a moment," a deep voice called out. A minute later, a large older wizard in deep red robes trimmed with white velvet around the collar and cuffs entered from a back room. He had long and styled white hair, and a matching beard. His eyes, behind half-moon glasses, held a strange, friendly twinkle which reminded them both of Dumbledore.

"How may I help you?"

Hermione answered. "We'd like to get married, please."

"Ah, you've arrived just in time; the office was about to close for the holidays. Lots to do by Christmas Eve."

Hermione's eyes widened. "You're not—"

He continued, giving her a warm smile. "You'll need to fill out this parchment for the marriage to be officially registered at the Ministry, and then we can complete the bonding ceremony."

He offered the parchment and a quill to Hermione, who took it to the small seating area, a look of awe on her face. Ron plopped down next to her, his arm snaking around her waist as he watched her familiar penmanship flow across the page, answering the various questions about them.

Hermione blew on the ink, a gesture which took Ron back to their days at Hogwarts, when she had the same satisfied look on her face upon completing an essay. He was hit with a sudden emotion, thinking of the past and future at the same time. He loved this woman so much.

"Everything alright, Ron? Not having second thoughts?"

"Absolutely not, I just love you so much."

"Me, too."

Hermione felt a lump in her throat forming. They were actually going to do this, and she was thrilled, almost overcome with how badly she wanted to live her life with her love by her side.

The officiant cleared his throat. "All ready?"

They stood up, their hands clasped as they brought the parchment back to the desk. He quickly read it, and if he recognized their names, he didn't show it on his face.

"This all looks correct. Once the ceremony is complete, I will apply a magical seal validating this as an official document, and it will be processed at the Ministry. Once it's recorded in the archives, you'll receive this via owl. Any questions?"

They both shook their heads, wanting to get to the ceremony part as quickly as possible. They followed the officiant through a corridor and out the back door of the building.

They were greeted by a small area that boasted healthy green grass through the wonders of magic, a stark contrast from the December weather. A tall arch of white wood sat in the middle, meticulously decorated with flowers and ribbons which swayed gently in the breeze. A small brook babbled on the side, the water running down a narrow path. This all sat against the backdrop of snow-covered pine trees.

Hermione looked around, taking in the unexpected view. "This is wonderful!"

The officiant let out a deep rumble of a laugh. "I wouldn't expect people coming here to get married to do so in that stuffy office."

He took his place under the arch and beckoned them forward. Hand in hand, they approached.

"Please face each other and hold out your wands, touching them together."

Hermione's cheeks were hurting from sheer joy as she faced her Ron, the same look mirrored on his face. He mouthed 'I love you' to her, causing the tears to start falling.

"The wand ceremony symbolizes the bonding of magic between the two of you. I will now recite the bonding charm."

He produced an odd wand, alternately striped in white and red, with a strange hook on the end. "Vinculum amoris fiducia."

A warm red light glowed around their hands and wands for a second.

"You may put away your wands for the second part of the ceremony—the official vows."

They quickly tucked away their wands and held hands.

"Do you, Hermione Jean Granger, take Ronald Bilius Weasley to be your wedded partner, and to be bonded together by love and trust in this lifetime?"

Hermione nodded enthusiastically. "I will."

"Do you, Ronald Bilius Weasley, take Hermione Jean Granger to be your wedded partner, and to be bonded together by love and trust in this lifetime?"

Ron grinned. "I will."

"On this Saturday, the twenty-first of December of the year two thousand two, following the rules set forth by the Ministry of Magic, I now pronounce you wed and offer my congratulations. You may kiss."

The officiant waved his wand, and they were showered with flower petals. Ron pulled Hermione forward and crushed his lips to hers. They pulled away and then dove in for a second kiss, before touching their foreheads together. They were married.

After signing the parchment and witnessing the officiant charm the official seal, they made their way out, floating higher than a broom.

Ron and Hermione shared another kiss. "Should we go home and celebrate, wife? Blimey, that sounds incredible."

Hermione giggled, her voice giddy. "We shall, husband."

They disappeared from the village as a married couple.

Percy Weasley straightened the items on his desk in preparation for his meeting with a representative from the Department of Records, to sign some routine documents before he left for the day.

The twenty-third of December was the last day before the Ministry shut down most departments for the holiday break, and he was looking forward to spending time with his family and his beloved Audrey. He grinned, thinking about his long-time girlfriend as he pushed his wire-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose.

Percy had even resolved to leave a couple of hours early, a rare occurrence, but he was fine treating himself this close to Christmas. He usually worked late and met up with Audrey in the evenings at their small flat in London.

A knock on his office door broke him out of his thoughts, as he called for the visitor to enter.

"Ah, Sara, there you are," he greeted the blonde woman who looked rather harried. "In a rush?"

She nodded. "Yes, Mr. Weasley, I have a lot to do before the end of the day. Though I hear you're off early."

Percy shook his head ruefully. "It always amazes me how quickly even the most mundane news travels around the Ministry."

Sara chuckled. "That's half the fun of working here. Now, I have two parchments for you."

She handed him two rolls to review, before he grabbed his quill and signed them with a flourish. "Is that all for today?"

"It is. Oh, wait! I forgot this came across my desk this morning. I thought you might want to hand deliver it instead of us following the standard process of sending it via owl. Congratulations on the wedding!"

Percy frowned, accepting the document. "Ginny's wedding to Harry Potter isn't until the late spring."

"Oh, I meant your brother, Ron, from the Auror Department."

Percy had to fight to keep the surprise from showing on his face, not wanting to fuel any rumours. "Yes, of course."

"I'm surprised I didn't see anything in the Prophet about this, two famous war heroes getting married is big news."

Percy was forced to fib. "It was rather small, family only. They didn't want the press to get wind of it, especially since the reporting about Ginny and Harry has been so intense. I trust you'll keep this to yourself and respect their well-earned privacy?"

Sara nodded, before making for the door. "Happy Christmas, Mr. Weasley."

"Happy Christmas to you as well."

As the door shut, Percy scrutinized the parchment in front of him. He knew it was real since it had an official seal, and it read exactly as it should for a marriage certificate. Ronald Bilius Weasley and Hermione Jean Granger were wed two days ago in Hogsmeade. As Percy recalled, they hadn't been at The Burrow that day to keep planning Ginny's wedding.

He was thankful the Ministry would close for Christmas in a few hours, otherwise news of the marriage would spread like fiendfyre. He needed to get to the bottom of this.

Letting out a sigh, he quickly sent out two interdepartmental memos, hoping to get the truth from the source.

Percy rubbed his temples and waited, staring at the words until his door was flung open without the courtesy of a knock, his tallest, youngest brother loping in.

"Hey Perce, what's so urgent?"

"Have a seat, Ron."

"Percy," Hermione strode into the office a few seconds later, not even looking up from a book in her hand. "Can this wait? I have a proposal I must finish this afternoon."

"Hullo, love." Ron stood up and gave Hermione a quick kiss before they both settled in the chairs facing Percy's mahogany desk.

With a wave of his wand, the door closed and locked. Percy held up the document. "Thank you both for coming. Care to explain this?"

Ron's eyes widened as they flew across the text. "Shit."

"Ron!" Hermione gave her husband a disapproving look before addressing Percy. "It is rather simple, Ron and I decided we wanted to get married, and we did so this past Saturday. Elopements are not exactly rare in your family."

Percy slowly nodded, looking at both of them. "You just went... and got married?"

Ron grinned widely and grabbed Hermione's hand, playing with her fingers. "Yup! Disillusioned the rings and everything."

Hermione was staring at Percy, who was blinking quite rapidly, trying to gauge his reaction. After a moment, he abruptly stood up and walked around the corner of his desk.

"As the eldest Weasley here, and on behalf of my parents, Arthur and Molly, I would formally like to welcome you to the family, Hermione."

Ron snorted, but Hermione stood up and was greeted with a stiff hug from her new brother-in-law.

"Thank you, Percy."

Ron could hardly contain his laughter as he stood up to accept a similar hug from his brother.

"Congratulations, Ronald."

"Thanks, Percival."

"Very funny, you know that's not my name." Percy shook his head, before returning to his chair. "Who else knows about this?"

Ron and Hermione looked at each other sheepishly. "Just the jeweler, the officiant, and you."

"What? Not even Harry?"

"No," Ron interjected, "we wanted to keep it private for a while."

"You might have a bit of a dilemma on your hands then. Your marriage certificate was seen by a clerk in the Department of Records, who brought it to me. I asked her not to say anything, but there's no guarantee she won't. You know how people love to gossip."

"Oh no," Hermione groaned. "If word gets out, it'll reach someone we know, like Harry, Bill, or your dad."

"Precisely." Percy sat back in his chair. "You'll have to tell the family and issue a release soon. I can help keep it contained here since there are only a couple of hours left in the day."

Ron pleaded, "C'mon Perce, if you don't tell the family, I'm sure we can keep it a secret for a bit longer."

"It's not only that, Ron." Percy faltered for a moment before continuing. "When I came back from my estrangement, I promised Mum and Dad that I would be honest with them. I don't like the idea of keeping something this big a secret from them."

Hermione spoke up. "Percy, you're right. That is unfair of us. Besides, as soon as it spreads around, the press will undoubtedly pick it up. Better for us to control the message."

Ron nodded, seeing the strategy. "It would have been nice not to face mum for a bit longer, but you're right. Let's tell them on Christmas Day, since everyone will be in a good mood. Your parents will be there, too."

Hermione nodded and smiled. "Even though this isn't what we'd planned, I can't wait to tell people!"

"Truly, I'm sorry it happened this way," Percy added. "However, it does offer a solution for an issue I was having."

He picked up his wand and waved it at a small wooden box on his desk, before reaching inside.

"I've been worried, Ron, that you were waiting for Harry and Ginny's wedding to be completed to propose to Hermione. Since I know a secret of yours, I'll share one of my own. I'm going to ask for Audrey's hand this summer."

He turned the small ring box in his hand and opened the clamshell, revealing an elegant princess-cut diamond ring with a rose gold band.

Hermione leaned forward eagerly. "It's beautiful, Percy. She'll love it."

"Congrats, brother. We love Audrey."

Percy smiled. "Me, too. I can trust this stays between us?"

"Of course, mate. Hermione, there will finally be another Muggleborn in the family!"

"Finally? I've been in the family for two days and no one even knows."

Ron grinned, "Technically, you've only formally been in the family for about five minutes, right, Perce?"

Percy rolled his eyes. "Congratulations on being stuck with him for the rest of your life, Hermione."

She looked at Ron with love. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

The Burrow was alive with merrymaking.

The house was packed for Christmas, with the family growing larger each year through marriage and the births of the next generation of Weasley children. It was the largest gathering to date, and magically, everyone fit in the haphazard home and were having a festive time.

While the morning had been dedicated to opening presents and starting the day off with a gigantic breakfast, the time before dinner was a bit of a free-for-all, a combination of snacking, drinks, games, children underfoot, and numerous conversations at varying volumes.

Amid the chaos, Ron and Hermione cuddled together in a corner by the fireplace, having a chat with the Grangers about their upcoming trip to a dental conference across the ocean at a place called Green Bay, in America. According to Mr. Granger's research, the city was home to a famous American football team, but not the kind of football Muggles in England played. Apparently, they threw the ball and ran around with it more than they kicked it, and their supporters wore cheese on their heads. It was all very confusing to Ron.

As the older couple stood up to refresh their drinks, Ron and Hermione quickly began a whispered conversation.

"How do we want to tell everyone, Hermione?"

"I think during dinner might be best. That way everyone will be settled, and we can make the announcement. Hopefully no one is upset."

"I hope no one is. Besides, there's nothing we can do about it now."

"What should we say?"

"I think we should tell them—"

George seemed to notice their suspicious behaviour and called them out in front of everyone, promptly ending their conversation. "Oi! What are you two conspiring over there?"

The commotion quieted the room, everyone's attention now focused solely on them.

"Shit," Ron whispered under his breath. "Are you ready to do it now instead?"

She nodded, and quietly murmured the charm to reveal their rings.

Ron tapped his wand against his half-full mug of Butterbeer, his finger hidden behind the ceramic, before standing up. "Excuse me everyone, I have an announcement to make."

"About time you proposed to the poor woman!" Ginny shouted from across the room, drawing a round of laughter.

Ron glowered at her. "That's not what I was going to say."

Hermione stood up next to him, playing the role perfectly, her hands tucked behind her back. "I'm afraid that Ron and I won't be getting engaged at any time in the future. In fact, we're no longer dating."

The gasp was audible, the families in sheer shock. Lost among the reaction was the undeniable smirk on Percy's face.

Hermione's mum was the first to come to her senses. "Hermione Jean Granger! How can this be true? The two of you love each other! I don't believe this."

"We do love each other, but I'm no longer Hermione Granger. I'm Hermione Granger-Weasley." She beamed and held up her hand, her rings catching the firelight. "Ron and I got married!"

The silence was deafening, until suddenly everyone was screaming or talking or crying. It was so loud that baby Dominique started wailing and Fleur rushed with her out of the room.

They were peppered with questions and congratulations, but the words were lost over the din. A piercing whistle suddenly rang out, thanks to Ginny, which temporarily silenced the room.

"Explain yourselves."

Ron put his arm around Hermione, and she burrowed into his side, their smiles both wide. "I've had her engagement ring for a long time—"

"That's the truth," Harry piped up, a big grin on his face as well.

Ginny smacked him on the arm. "Quiet, I want to hear this."

Ron continued. "All of the wedding planning got us thinking about our future together, and how we had decided to wait. On Saturday morning, we decided we didn't want to wait anymore."

Hermione took up the story. "When I learned that Ron had the ring for four years, it just felt like we needed to do something, and getting engaged wasn't enough."

George voiced what everyone was thinking. "Bloody hell, four years?"

The tips of Ron's ears lit up, and he nodded.

"Wait, so you got engaged on Saturday and then got married when?" Ginny asked.

"Well, as soon as we talked about us getting married and Hermione learned about the ring, she insisted I propose right then and there."

The room was enraptured by their tale, the crackling of the fire the only noise besides the happy couple.

Hermione's tears began to flow, as she looked up adoringly at her husband. "Ginny, he was so sweet. He proposed to me in our flat, but it didn't feel like enough. That's when I had the idea that we should get married. We just wanted to do something simple and become husband and wife."

Ron's eyes were swimming as he looked down at his wife. "We decided to get married in Hogsmeade, since it held memories for us, and was far enough away that we wouldn't run into anyone. We dressed up, bought our rings there, and then met with the officiant."

"The ceremony was beautiful, and we're just so, so happy. But..." Hermione began wringing her hands. "I hope you don't think we were being selfish, but we really wanted this for the two of us. Especially you, mum and dad, I know how disappointed you must be not to attend your only daughter's wedding."

Mrs. Granger was also crying. "I would've loved to help you plan your wedding dear, but I can see how happy you are. Don't you ever scare me like that again, we love Ron and we're thrilled he's part of the family."

Molly had been in a bit of a daze, taking in all the information. "This won't do, this won't do at all."

Hermione shrunk into Ron. Their biggest fear had been disappointing their mothers.

"Mum," Ron started, but she held up her hand, silencing him.

"We can't do the ceremony again, but we can certainly do a reception. Oh, we must celebrate this wonderful news properly and officially welcome Hermione to the family."

Ron risked a quick glance at Percy and grinned, before returning his attention to his mother. "So you're not upset?"

"No, not all. Harry and Ginny's wedding planning has been exhausting, so I'm happy you two decided to do this. No offense, dears."

Ginny looked indignant, but Harry just smiled good-naturedly.

Molly took control of the situation. "Alright everyone, we'll take a few minutes to congratulate Ron and Hermione, and then I'll need everyone to pitch in!"

Ron and Hermione were swarmed by the family, everyone wanting to relay their congratulations to the newly wedded couple.

Molly and Mrs. Granger both smothered Hermione in a big hug, the three women in tears as they celebrated this momentous occasion. Breaking away, the two older women turned to start planning what they could for the impromptu reception. Hermione's now sisters-in-law and partners congregated around her to see the rings and congratulate her.

"I can't believe my brother picked this out, it's gorgeous." Ginny remarked, looking at the engagement ring on Hermione's finger. She suddenly looked up wide-eyed. "We're actually sisters now! Remember when we used to joke about that when we went back to Hogwarts together? Who knew he already had the ring!"

Hermione nodded and pulled her into a hug before Angelina and Audrey examined the rings and wished Hermione the best.

Fleur returned to the parlour with a now calm Dominique, who was half-asleep in her mother's arms.

"Congratulations, Hermione. I 'ave been waiting for this day since we took care of Ron during the war. I knew he loved you then."

Hermione nodded, the tears coming again as she remembered what they had endured to achieve the bliss they were experiencing.

Ron had been separated from his wife by his brothers, who allowed Arthur to congratulate his son first, removing his glasses to also wipe the tears that had formed from seeing his youngest son so happy.

Up next was Mr. Granger, who offered a hand and pulled Ron into a hug. "Congratulations, son, and welcome to the family. I know how much you love our Hermione, and I wish you both the best."

"Thank you, sir. I love your daughter more than anything."

Mr. Granger's voice was gruff. "I know you do, son."

Ron was mobbed by Bill and Charlie, who ruffled his hair and manhandled him in a way only older brothers could. "Congrats, little brother. Pretty smooth way to avoid the wedding craziness and follow in mum and dad's footsteps."

Percy came up and patted him on the back. "Congratulations again, Ron."

George caught this exchange, his hearing as sharp as ever despite his missing ear. "Wait, what do you mean 'again', Percy? Did you know about this?"

"I may have."

"What the hell, Ron! You didn't tell me or Harry?"

"We weren't planning to tell anyone, but Percy found out by accident and helped us keep it under wraps for a couple of days. Thanks again, Perce."

Percy nodded, proud that he could help his brother. He got out of the way of Harry, who went to congratulate his best friend.

"I can't believe you two finally did it."

Ron looked apologetic. "Sorry, mate. We really wanted to tell you."

"I get it, Ron. Every detail of my wedding is splashed across the paper and I know better than anyone how nice privacy is. I wish I could've been there, but I was there for almost everything else."

Ron chuckled. "It felt weird for you to not be there to witness it, like you did for our first kiss."

"Ooh, didn't know you lot were so kinky. You like watching, Harry?"

"Shut it, George."

George sniggered and threw an arm around Ron. "Congrats, Ron. I know you and Hermione have been through a lot, and for some reason, she loves your freckly arse. Fred knew it, too. He told me one time during sixth year, when the two of you were organizing the D.A. meetings, that you'd end up together."

Ron suddenly choked up, wishing his missing brother could share in the moment. George must have noticed as well. "Don't worry about it, he'd probably deny being so sentimental if he were here, and just take the mickey."

Ron nodded as he thanked George and made his way back to Hermione, who had just shared a tearful moment with her father.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, and he pulled her close, immediately comforted by her warmth.

"That went surprisingly well, love."

"It did. I'm so relieved that everyone knows. We'll still have to put out a release to the Prophet so that they don't spread rumours, but we can do that in a couple of days."

Molly clapped loudly, getting everyone's attention. "Alright you lot, we have a plan. We're going to get the marquee tent out from Arthur's shed and get that set up. Bill and Charlie, please help your father with that, the dance floor, the chairs, the tables, and the heating charms."

Bill answered. "Right away, mum."

"Percy, Audrey, George, and Angelina, please move all the Christmas décor from the parlour to the tent and set it up so that it looks nice. Fleur will look after the children. Helen, David, Ginny, and Harry, please help me take the food for Christmas dinner from the kitchen to the tent once it's up. Any questions?"

Ron piped up. "Mum, what about us? How can we help?"

"You two stay here and simply enjoy each other's company. This is your day. We'll call you out when we're ready to start."

George screwed up his face. "Enjoy each other's company? Mum, you must want more grandchildren badly."

"Hush, George. Don't be crass. Though I love all my grandchildren and the more the merrier."

The family chuckled and Ron's face turned red as Molly bustled to the kitchen and everyone else got started on their tasks. The group handling the decorations quickly removed everything from the room, leaving Ron and Hermione alone.

They cuddled for about an hour, wrapped up in each other and exchanging kisses every few minutes until Molly called them to come out.

For the second time in a few days, they were greeted with an incredible sight as they entered the yard. The garden had been transformed, the tent lit up with Christmas lights and décor, giving it a cozy, festive feel.

A small dance floor stood to the side, and three tables laden with food sat opposite. The family was seated at the tables, and they watched as the couple joined them.

George stood up, flourishing his wand like a Muggle microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together for the newest Mr. and Mrs. Weasley."

"Mrs. Granger-Weasley," Hermione fired back, flashing a smile at her parents as everyone applauded.

"I stand corrected, Mr. and Mrs. Granger-Weasley. Before we eat, and I know this is difficult for you, Ron, we ask that the couple head to the dance floor for the first dance. Watch your toes, Hermione."

To cheers from their loved ones, Ron and Hermione made their way over to the small dance floor. Music drifted in from an unknown source, and soon the two were wrapped up in each other, eyes locked as they swayed to the slow song. Ron leaned down and kissed his bride, drawing more cheers and wolf whistles.

"I love you so much, Ron. This is better than I could have dreamed. We still got to celebrate with our families and get married the way we wanted."

Ron didn't know if she'd ever been prettier, her cheeks glowing under the twinkling lights. "I hope I can make you this happy for the rest of our lives, my wife."

"I want the same, my husband."

They shared another kiss, much to the approval of the crowd. It was their most memorable Christmas ever.