Chapter 2 : Chapter Two
| ||Rating: 15+||Chapter Reviews: 12|
Background: Font color:
Disclaimer- J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter. I am just a fan, and I only own the plot.
Happily Ever After?
Hermione’s Point of View
Hermione stared blankly at Harry, unable to utter a single word. Was she really ready for marriage? She thought about it then came up with her answer.
“Yes, I’ll marry you.” she said softly. Harry grinned, he started to lean towards and she met him in the middle where they shared a long, passionate kiss.
It was Saturday evening, and Hermione, Parvati, Lavender, and Ginny were hanging out like they always did. (girls night out)
“He proposed? Oh my gosh!” Parvati screeched excitedly.
“Can we see the ring?” Lavender asked. Hermione held out her delicate hand, showing off the simple silver band with a little diamond that Harry had given her.
“Oh! It’s so beautiful!” They all admired.
“When are you guys getting married?” Ginny asked. She used to like Harry, but she had gotten over it.
“Well, Harry and I didn’t really plan the exact date, but we want to have it in April.”
“We’ll help you with your wedding plans!” Parvati offered enthusiastically, and the others agreed. They spent the rest of the night imagining and giggling at Hermione’s future life with “The-Boy-Who-Lived.”
Six months later
“Hermione, come look at this dress!” Ginny cried.
Hermione, Ginny, Parvati, and Lavender were at the mall, shopping for dresses. This was one of the last stops before the wedding next week.
The dress was white; the top part had swirly pearl designs, and the dress poofed out. It also came with a veil with a little tiara.
“It’s beautiful! How much is it?” she asked. Ginny checked the price tag.
“1,000 err, whatever muggles call money.” They bought that dress and bridesmaid’s dresses for Ginny, Parvati, and Lavender.
“I’m starving! I know this great pizza place that we can go to for lunch.” Hermione said. With that said they left.
The wedding day
It was the perfect spring morning. The sun was out, she could feel a light warm breeze kiss her cheeks, the sky was clear. All in all, it was a perfect day. Hermione’s stomach felt like butterflies were flying around in there as she got dressed. Ginny walked in, telling Hermione it was time. She squeezed Ginny’s hand, grabbed bouquet of red roses, made sure everything was in place, and started walking down the aisle. She walked on a path of petals, she felt as if she were floating. The music was playing ‘Here Comes the Bride’ and flashes from cameras were everywhere. This was the wedding of the century, and the only thing she could see was Harry waiting for her at the altar. She looked beautiful. He was smiling broadly she had never seen him this happy. Hermione reached the altar where Harry and Ron; his best man were standing. Harry took her hand and walked her to his side. She saw Mrs. Weasley sobbing happily, and the twins trying hard not to burst out laughing. It was then she realized the preacher was talking.
“Do you Harry James Potter take Hermione Jane Granger to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to hold until death do you part?” The preacher asked.
“I do.” Harry said proudly. His eyes plastered to her own.
“Do you, Hermione Jane Granger, take Harry James Potter to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to hold until death do you part?”
“I do.” Hermione said quietly, and those little words filled up the yard of the Weasleys house. Everyone’s eyes were on her lovely face as a tear of happiness glistened down her cheek. She was staring into his eyes drowning in the greenness of them. She was so happy. That look that they shared was worth more than a million words, it was pure joy.
“Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The preacher concluded with a smile. Harry and Hermione kissed deeply, knowing they were bonded forever. Everyone cheered, Unaware of the silent promise the young couple were making, unaware of the bonds that were being built; all of this through a mere kiss.
Previous Chapter Next Chapter
Other Similar Stories
It Will Neve...
The Hands of...