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The Wedding of Ron & Hermione by Timechild
Chapter 1 : The Wedding
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The Morning on Sunday was perhaps the brightest anyone had seen at Hogwarts in years. The lawn of the main quad was manicured to perfection. The chairs place in a half-moon semi-circle around the altar of the whitest marble. In the Gryffindor common room, Harry waited with Ron. Both were impeccably dressed.

Harry was sitting on the couch that they three had sat on numerous times to compare notes and discuss whatever danger or mischief they were about to get into. Ron was pacing…which was pretty much expected.

“Take it easy, Mate! You’re burning a hole into the carpet,” Harry said. Ron turned around and looked at him, then down at the carpet.

“Oh, sorry!” Ron replied, still nervous.

Arthur Weasley came into the room looking well dressed in his formal robes. “It’s time boys,” he said calmly.

They went into the main quad from the East side. At the marble altar stood an old man in Vicar’s Robes who had to be about seventy-five or so years old, and McGonagall. As she was now the Chief Witch of the Wizengamot, it was decided that she should perform the Wizard portion of the ceremony; since the Priestess left after the rehearsal and never came back.

The crowd numbered well over five hundred people, not counting the halls, which filled completely with students. Harry noticed that Viktor Krum and Jayson were sitting together. Pansy Parkinson was on Jayson’s left and some woman, that neither Harry nor Ron knew, was on Krum’s right. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were right next to Mrs. Granger…and both Molly and Eloise were crying already. The Weasley brothers were all there. Bill with Fleur, who was also crying, Charlie with his lady friend Helga, Percy with Penelope, and Fred and George in something other than dragon hide.

It had also been decided that the ceremony would lean more to the Muggle customs than the Wizarding ones; although they would be jumping a broom instead of lighting candles per wizarding tradition.

Harry led Ron to the appropriate place where they were supposed to stand for the ceremony. Everyone “oohed” and “ahhed” about how handsome Ron looked, which completely succeeded in making him move from nervous to complete panic.

“What is the matter?” Harry said in his ear.

“I never finished writing my side of the vows…” Ron finally admitted sheepishly.

“How far did you get?”

“About six words,” Ron said with that look of doom he always showed when something was about to explode in the wrong way.

“What?!? Are you serious? She is going to KILL you!”

“It isn’t that I didn’t try to write it, but you know how I am with words…bad! I would start and it would all fall to pieces. Nothing ever seemed to work.” He began to squirm.

“Ron…just tell her how you feel about her…the rest will come out. I hope.” Harry said just as the music got everyone’s attention.

The first person to be spotted was Ginny, wearing a pink gown that had spaghetti straps and came down to just below her shoulder. She had her hair in a bun, except that there was a wreath of red and white roses around her forehead. She walked the length of the aisle and took her place on the right of the altar. She then nodded towards the back and everyone turn to see an amazing sight. Phillip Granger, dressed in a nineteenth century tuxedo with tails, was holding his daughter’s arm and slowly turning her towards the aisle.

The only words anyone said was, “Wow.” Hermione had on a Victorian gown that was satin from the shoulders down and lace from the shoulders to the middle of her neck. The neck was adorned with small white pearls that made it look like a necklace suspended in mid-air around the middle of her throat. The dress frilled out just below the bust line, making an “A” shape from the chest down. The train, which started at her waist, extended about twelve feet behind her, and rippled as she slowly walked down the aisle on her father’s arm. Pansy’s bracelet adorned her right arm.

Ron’s jaw fell open, as did Harry’s. For once, all thoughts evaporated right out of their heads.

“She has never looked more beautiful,” Ron finally managed to say.

“I would agree.” said Harry

“As would I, and since I christened her…” said the vicar. Both men laughed.

Phillip made his way to the center of the altar and turned Hermione towards him. He slowly lifted her veil and kissed her lightly on the cheek. She had on very little make-up, but then she didn’t really need much either.

“The most beautiful bride in the Wizarding world,” Ron said to her.

“Didn’t we already cover that?” Harry said to the Vicar and Ron. Both men nodded and chuckled slightly. Unfortunately, for Ron, he then remembered the non-existent vows and began to slowly panic. Phillip turned Hermione slowly forward and presented her arm to him.

“Her mother and I give her to you of our own free will. Welcome to the family, son,” he told Ron, who then blushed.

Ron stared deeply into the eyes of his bride with emotion welling up within the very depths of his soul. There were so many things he wanted to convey, but the words just didn’t form because the emotions were coming hard and fast. He slowly began to shake. Hermione saw him and put a concerned expression on her face, but then suddenly broke into a smile as big as anyone had ever seen on her face.

“Didn’t write them down either, eh?” she thought to him through their link.

“You didn’t either?!?!?” He thought back with a slightly raised eyebrow. Hermione shook her head slightly. Ron breathed a small sigh of relief. “Uh, I just thought of something…what are we going to do here? Aren’t we supposed to speak here sometime?”

“What do we always do…improvise. Just talk to me, my love.”

He stared even deeper into her eyes, and the words began to flow out.

“This is the moment I have dreamed of for years. Ever since our second year, there has not been a moment that you were not in my thoughts. I could not bear to see you in that bed, unable to move. It was then that I knew I loved you. I need you and want you in my life more than anything else in creation. You complete me. I am not whole without you. I would do anything to keep you with me. I want to grow old with you, watching our grandchildren playing in our yard, having fun tiring us out. I cannot imagine the world without you in it…”

Hermione simply smiled brighter.

“Oh, my dear, sweet, absent-minded love, I cannot see a world without you either. I didn’t understand it until I saw you on the bed. I was so afraid then that you would die and leave me so alone. I want whatever life brings us, as long as we are together. You are a part of my soul, and I cannot imagine what life would be like alone. My dream is to share everything with you. I love you too.”

The crowd was shortly stunned as the energy between them began to grow. The air crackled with electricity strong enough to make the hair on Harry’s head begin to stand on end. The Vicar and McGonagall came forward and they looked at them both, smiling.

McGonagall spoke first. “If anyone wants a definition of what true love is all about, they need only watch these two. However, we do need to complete the more formal part of the ceremony. So if the other two guardians will step forward we shall inscribe the circle.”

Ron and Hermione looked at McGonagall with a puzzled expression, for they didn’t know what she was referring to. McGonagall explained that, since they had had some “interruptions” at the rehearsal, it was decided to make sure that didn’t happen here. She gestured and, to the stunned eyes of everyone, Viktor and Jayson rose out of the chairs and walked forward. Jayson taking a position behind the Vicar and McGonagall, while Viktor stopped just behind Ron and Hermione. Ginny and Harry took steps backward until they were equidistant with the men. Viktor went first.

“We call upon thee, Rafael of the East, Guardian of Air, to pour thy blessings upon this Holy Union. Guard them as they unite one to the other.” With that, yellow energy surrounded the ceremony, including the guests.

Second was Harry. “We invoke thy blessing, Auriel of the North, Guardian of Earth, to this convention. Set forth thy holy powers to guide this man and this woman as they begin their new life together.” A green aura blended into the circle being created.

Jayson intoned third. “We beseech thee, Gabriel of the West, Guardian of Water, to bless this ceremony. Refresh these two to their commitment to each other, and protect all those who have come to witness this.” To which, a blue energy added to the circle.

Finally, Ginny spoke. “We ask for thy grace, Michael of the South, Guardian of Fire, upon this convocation created in love. Aid and protect all who are here, and give thy special blessing upon these two for their lives as they join as one.” The red flame hit and the circle formed into a barrier around the crowd, including the students who were gathered to watch from the second floor of the castle. The energy that Ron and Hermione created flowed directly into the circle and exploded into a blanket of light flowing throughout the dome.

“Well, that seems to take care of the magic part of it. But to be legal in the world of – what is the term, Muggles, correct?--we do need to have something a little more formal, though not much,” the Vicar said and then turned to Ron. Ron took Hermione’s hand.

The Vicar continued, “Ron, do you take this woman to be your wife? To love and protect, to have and to hold, to honor above all others, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

“Yes!” Ron replied with a strong voice, booming a certainty that caught a few people by surprise.

“Hermione, do you take this man to be your husband? To love and protect, to have and to hold, to honor above all others, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” Hermione replied, not quite as strong as Ron did, but with equal certainty.

The Vicar then turned to the crowd, “Do you all, who witness this, promise to do all in your power to assist and support these two in their commitment to each other?”

The crowd replied, “We do!” McLaggen began to laugh, but then Jayson & Viktor both shot him a ‘not a word out of you’ look and made sure he knew they meant it. It also helped that Cormac was there to assure that little brother made no trouble.

“Then by the power invested in me, by the Crown, and by the Church of England, I pronounce you two Husband and Wife. You may kiss your bride, sir.”

Ginny was shedding tears of joy as Ron brought Hermione closer, then leaned in and he kissed her with amazing passion. Hermione was a little startled at first, but then returned the kiss with equal emotion. The crowd cheered as the kiss went on for what seemed an eternity.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Weasley!”

The crowd doubled their enthusiasm as Ron and Hermione turned to them. Hermione was beaming with joy and Ron was beaming with relief. They walked toward the crowd slowly as the four released the Guardians with thanks so that the crowd could get to the Great Hall.

“Wait a minute? Didn’t we forget something?” Ron asked.

“No, just moved it to where it could be viewed by everyone” Harry retorted. Sure enough, there stood the entirety of Hogwarts, with a few assorted exceptions, in two lines. At the end of the lines, hovering about three feet in the air was a silver broom.

“I figured that was more appropriate,” Harry explained to them as the students began to urge Ron and Hermione on. The two looked at each other, shrugged, and then took off running towards the broom. They leapt and cleared it easily, even Hermione’s train made it across without touching. The crowd went wild, and Colin actually managed to catch the moment with absolute precision on his camera. It was the prize photo of the wedding.

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