I do by silverwand

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 4
Published: 16/03/2004
Last Updated: 16/03/2004
Status: In Progress

The day has finally come for Harry and Hermione to exchange their vows. But nothing is ever
normal when it come to Harry Potter. Will some unforseen actions prevent the two from taking the
trip down the isle?




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The sky was downcast and causing the heavens to darken to a dismal grey. However the weather did
not effect the people as it normally would. No, for today there was a wedding to be had…

The groom paced nervously in up and down, retracing the path he had worn in the Burrow’s ancient
carpet. His forever messy raven hair failed widely as he stopped his pace and started again.
Everyone knew what was going through his head. It was normal. Wasn’t it? After all nothing was ever
normal when it came to Harry Potter. His dark tuxedo was pressed and crease free thanks to a few
precautious spells form Mrs. Weasley. Upon his face were the glasses he had had since could
remember and his cuffs links he wore were a family heirloom, worm by every Potter groom since,
well, since Merlin’s time. As the best man plopped down into the couch Harry stopped his pacing so
quickly it caused Ron to drop his sandwich in fright. “Have you got it?” Harry asked franticly.

“Got what?” Ron answered mouth still full of bread and turkey. Grabbing his sandwich off the
floor and bringing it back to his mouth he was sourly disappointed when Harry slapped it out of his
hand.

“Hey you git! What was that for?”

“Have you got it?” Harry asked running a nervous hand through his hair.

“Got what?” Ron asked. His voice muffled by the table he was currently scrounging under to
rescue his sandwich.

“The ring you twit! Do you have it?”

Grabbing his sandwich in triumph Ron made to sand up but found his head coming into contact with
the table. Sitting on his butt rubbing his head he answered, putting a hand on his breast pocket,
feeling the circular ring. “Of coarse I have it Harry!”

Harry let a sigh of relief just before feeling decently queasy. He made a run for the loo as Ron
was finally reunited with his sandwich.

***

“OW! That hurts you know!” Hermione screamed as Ginny and her mother tried tying her corset.

“You know what they save love. No pain, you can’t fit into your wedding dress.” Ginny said
pulling the string tighter.

“Gin, they do not say that. Oh, whatever just don’t make it so bloody tight!”

“Hermione dear it’s a corset it is suppose to be tight. And look we’re almost finished just hush
for another moment…There it isn’t so bad. How does it feel?”

“I am supposed to be able to breathe?”

Judy smiled, “Of coarse not dear.”

“Then it fits perfectly.”

***

As the parishioners and guests filed into old cathedral a certain red head could not be found
amongst the see of guests.

“Stop. Stop, do you know how long it too for me to get this dress on?” Ginny asked pulling a
certain former Slytherin’s hand from the clasp of her dress.

“No but I can find out how long it takes to get off.” Draco said raising his eyebrow, returning
his hands to their prior position.

He kissed her exposed shoulder and then the nape of her neck before she found the strength to
remove his hands once more. “Where in a church for God sakes Draco,” she said fixing herself in the
mirror on the wall. “It’s just not right.”

Standing behind her, admiring their reflection, “And since when has that stopped me?”

She sighed, there was no winning this. “Please just try to contain yourself for the ceremony.
They deserve this.”

“Ha! Potter deserves a swift kick up the ars-“ but he was cut off by the lips of another.

Stealing another kiss she looked at herself once again in the mirror adjusting her necklace,
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”

“I said Potter deserves a swift kick up the ars- Ow!” The very pointy tip of Ginny’s shoe made
contact with Draco’s shin bone.

He looked at her while rubbing his leg. “I warned you. Now get up. They will be wondering where
we are and I doubt you wanted to be confronted by my brothers again.”

He got up and she made her way to the door. She turned to grab his arm but found him in the room
fixing his hair. She huffed again and crossed her arms, “God, you would think by the amount of time
he spent in front of the mirror he was gay.”

***

The guests were settled in their seats patiently awaiting the ceremony to begin when a young
alter boy, about eleven, walked from the priest changing quarters to the bridegroom. He walked
nervously to Harry and when he stood in front of him he shyly held out a letter clearly address to
him. Once the letter was in Harry’s hands the boy ran off to the dismay of Harry. “What did he give
you Harry?” Ron asked, standing just over Harry’s shoulder.

“I haven’t the slightest.” he said turning towards Ron.

“Well open it already would you?”

Harry opened the unsealed letter and took out the paper that was adorned with religious symbols
and psalms. This letter was no doubt from the priest.

*Dear Harry,*

*I am deeply sorry to inform you that I cannot perform the ceremony today. You see my boy, I
have decided to leave the church and fulfill my true calling, magic. You must thank the two young
men with red hair. After a chat with them I feel as if my mind has become clear. Once again, I am
terribly sorry Harry. Who knows maybe I can perform at your wedding next go around? I wish you and
Harmony the best of luck. May God bless you and the magic of life keep you young.*

*Father Alexander,*

*a.k.a The Magnificent Alex*

Harry put down the letter in disbelief and turned to Ron.

“I can’t believe he thinks Hermione’s name is Harmony.”

“Ron what the hell is wrong with you? Were you even reading it?”

“Of coarse I was.”

Harry sat down in the pew and put his head in his hands. “I can’t believe this is happening. The
one day when everything is suppose to go rite. Hermione doesn’t deserve this. How am I going to
tell her that we can’t get married because the father went off to become a magician after a nice
old chat with your wonderful brothers?”

“It’s not that bad Harry. We can find another priest.” Ron said trying to bring Harry’s hopes
back up.

“Not that bad Ron? Where are we going to find another priest when the ceremony is supposed to
start in a few minutes?”

Ron opened his mouth and closed it several times before Harry smiled in defeat and returned his
head to his hands.

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