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Chapter 11 : Epilouge
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“Congratulations Ginny, Colin!” Hermione exclaimed as she smiled up at the happy bride and groom. “You look beautiful, sweetie, in your lovely white dress!”
“And you look lovely in pale purple- and not orange!” Ginny exclaimed, laughing.
“I can’t believe it’s been seven months since then,” Hermione said, sighing. She’d been having a lot of symptoms of classic post traumatic stress disorder, but they had gotten better as time when on.
“Well, it’s ok, now you have Ari, and Ron, and me, and everyone!” Hermione beamed as Ariyana gurgled on her lap.
“Now you better stop shaking her like that, you’re gonna rattle her brains!” Ron’s voice came from behind Hermione. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, and then crouched down to see his daughter.
“Damn tux. Seriously, Ginny, this thing is two sizes too small.”
“Well, Ronald, if you would have accompanied us to the tux shoppe to try on the suit beforehand, I wouldn’t have had to guess your height and girth, now would I?” Ginny said, putting her hands on her hips.
“Eek, woman, thank merlin you’re married. You need to get out of that house, you look exactly like mum!” Ron exclaimed. They laughed together.
“Come here, you,” Ron said, bending down to pick Ariyana up. Hermione smiled as she watched the two. They were absolutely wonderful together. Ariyana didn’t have the red Weasley hair, but she had Ron’s blue eyes.
“Ahhh, my two babies,” Hermione sighed, settling back to watch the two play.
“What? I’m most certainly not a baby!” Ron said, pouting slightly. Hermione smiled and patted his leg as she got up to walk around and greet people. She talked briefly to the Longbottoms and the elder Weasleys. Still, she felt a certain uneasiness among all the people there. She’d been having symptoms of agoraphobia and still didn’t like to leave the house. Slowly she was learning to get over it, but every once in a while the feelings of uneasiness would resurface.
“Hermione!” She spun around only to have a bright light flash in her face.
“Joseph Kearns?” She asked, squinting.
“Long time no see, eh?” He asked, smiling at her.
“No, I guess not. I didn’t know you knew Ginny and Colin.”
“Um, I don’t, actually. I’m here on Percy’s behalf since he can’t be here.” He smiled meekly.
“Oh, of course, of course.”
“You looked beautiful standing up there next to her as maid of honor,” he said, blushing fiercely.
“Oh-er-thanks,” she replied awkwardly.
“Well, I’ll see ya around, eh?” he asked, nervous laughter invading his voice.
“Of course! Goodbye!” She shook his hand and then bounced back to Ron and Ariyana. When she arrived, she saw Draco Malfoy sitting in the chair that she had vacated.
“Draco!” she exclaimed.
“Hi. I came for the cake,” he said, licking a glob of icing off his finger.
“Nice,” she replied sitting next to him. Ron had finally warmed up to the idea of Hermione and Draco being friends, but he still didn’t want to have anything to do with it.
“So, I got a job at the Ministry. Ever since word got out that I helped you, I’ve been accepted back into the community. I’m thinking about starting auror training, what do you think?” he asked.
“I think it’s a wonderful idea. I never really did think that being a telemarketer suited you,” Hermione laughed.
“Yeah. Stupid bloody telephones. It’s the most ridiculous invention I’ve ever seen. Of course I haven’t seen many inventions,” he said.
“Well, just wait ‘till you see a pet rock. No idea what the muggles were thinking when that happened.” She smiled at him. In Ron’s arms, Ariyana had began to cry.
“I think it’s feeding time! If you’ll excuse me,” Hermione said, grabbing Ari and vacating the table.
Everything in her life had finally fallen in to place. No threat would ever come near her again now that her family was back together.
Of course she didn’t see Joseph Kearns disapparate away from the wedding party. She also didn’t know that he promptly printed the photo and pasted it on a wall in his small shack devoted solely to her. But then, what she didn’t know wouldn’t kill her, would it?
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