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Epilogue:Lets Get This Over With

The mix of excitement and chaos filled the burrow like it had done only twice before. The women of the burrow were filled with happiness and joy while the men were just plain terrified. The Burrow was cleaner than normal and there were a few decorations as well. But most of the action was happening upstairs, in two rooms just across the hall from each other. Luna, who was in a red dress, blocked one, the other blocked by Neville, dressed in a black and white tux with a red bow tie and gold suspenders. Neither one was talking much, just occasionally catching each other's eyes and quickly looking away. A knock came from the other side of Neville's door and Harry, dressed identically, exited the room and crossed the hallway to Luna.

"May I enter?" Harry asked.

"I don't know." Luna replied dreamily. "Let me check." She turned around and knocked on the door in a intricate pattern. "Can Harry come in?"

"Is anyone else in the Hallway?" A voice shouted from the other side.

"Just Neville." Luna said softly, but loud enough for the voice to hear.

"He can pass." The voice said and Luna stepped aside, allowing Harry to enter the room.

Harry walked into Hermione and Ginny's old room, which now served a guest room because neither of them had spend a night at burrow for some time. The first thing Harry noticed was the unusual silence from Ginny, Lavender, and Angela, who stood around the room wearing a dress identical to Luna's. Harry's eyes, however, were soon drawn to the girl who was standing by the window. Her small frame was in an ivory, tulle ball gown.

"Hermione." Harry said searching for the right words that would make him seem surprised in the right way while Hermione turned to Harry. "You look beautiful."

He held out his arms and Hermione gladly accepted his invitation for a hug. She felt safer then ever; protected by her best friend and surrounded by the people she called family. She didn't know why, but a wave of emotions, a mix of sad and happy and feelings she didn't know how to label, surged over her causing tears to built in her eyes.

"You are not going to cry because I am not doing your make up again." Ginny said, handing Hermione a handkerchief.

Hermione took the handkerchief and dabbed under her eyes, unwrapping herself from Harry's arms. She let out s small laugh, trying to shake it off. "I'm sorry it's just, I wont see you as much anymore."

"Please, I'll be stopping by the joke shop all the time." Harry said. "When a prank war breaks out in our house, I want the advantage."

Hermione smiled. "How is everything going over there?"

"It's fantastic." Harry said. "Well, George is having a slight panic attack. When I say slight, I mean a really big panic attack. But you seem to be calm."

"On the outside, yes, but inside I'm a complete wreck." Hermione admitted, purposely not telling Harry about how stressed she was this morning.

"No need to be scared. It's not like anyone is being abducted by an evil witch or anything." Harry reassured her. "No, really, don't be scared this will be the second best day in your life."

"Second?" Hermione asked, confused.

"Yeah, the first would be the day you met me."

Even Harry's lame attempt at jokes made Hermione loosen up just a bit.

"Tell him to hurry up cause we're running late." Hermione said.

"Yeah, but first I need to do a quick check since you want a muggle ceremony and all. Something old." Hermione pointed to her veil. "Something new." Hermione played with her dress. "Something borrowed." She pointed to the Pearl necklace that hung around her neck. "Something Blue." She lifted her dress up to reveal her pale blue shoes. "Perfect. See you in a bit."

After Ginny talked to Luna through the door and they set the all clear, Harry left Hermione to finish getting ready. While just across the hall in the other room the boys were leaving to go down stairs to the ceremony. Once Luna gave them the all clear and George was in position, the girls went down to start the precession. Hermione waited impatiently with her dad, but once it was her turn, her nerves returned and she felt sick.

"Is everything okay?" Her dad asked.

"Yeah, just a little scared." Hermione replied seeing Ginny starting to walk the isle.

"You should be scared, it's a big day." Her dad said.

"Thanks for the comfort." She added sarcastically.

"You didn't let me finish. I was going to say that you should be scared, but everyone here is here to support you and loves you. I love you, George loves you and that's all that matters. I mean that's what we are here for, right?"

"I love you too dad." Hermione replied gripping harder to his arm.

"Now, lets not keep them waiting."

With that, Hermione and her dad headed down the isle. For the first few steps, Hermione didn't take her eyes off the ground, but once she became more comfortable she looked forward to her best friends, each one smiling. Her eyes made her way to George who was staring back at her. All of her fears melted away.

Fred leaned forward to George. "Careful you're drooling."

Hermione reached George and her father took his seat. Hermione handed her bouquet to Ginny, like they had practiced. Hermione and George faced the ministry representative as they prepared to start the ceremony.

"You know that day where we sat under that tree, right after you found out Ron was cheating on you?" George leaned in a whispered.

"Is this really the time to talk about this?" Hermione asked, trying to shut him up and listen to the ministry representative who was going through the required vows.

"Yes." George returned to his original thought. "I lied that day. I said that you did nothing wrong and that's not true."

"Then tell me, what specifically did you lie about?" Hermione said clearly not interested, hoping this would make him be quiet.

"It was your fault that you chose the wrong red head."

"I hope I got it right this time." She smiled and reached over and grabbed his hand.

"I'm sure you did." George stood straight again, getting a glare from the representative. "Now lets get this thing over with."

Hermione suppressed a laugh and squeezed George's hand. "My thoughts exactly."