Twenty-four months later…. December 2005

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Closed To The Public – that's what the sign read on the gate of Kensington Gardens on December 21st.

The busy and popular destination was wrapped in Muggle-repelling and warming charms as guests for the Granger-Malfoys wedding assembled in the December sunshine. Alternating male-to-female, sitting in the chairs closest to the central aisle, sat the Viper Five and the Gryffindor Seven.

Magically grown garlands of holiday greenery led to fragrantly adorned bowers constructed of boughs of wood sacred to the Old Ones canopied the seating arrangements. The dais, where the bride and grooms would bind themselves to each other, stood ready.

A bride, dressed in ceremonial linens, appeared at the top of the central aisle. All heads, including the three who stood on the dais, turned to look at her.

Beside her, Severus Snape, dressed in a similar fashion as to honor the Old Ones as well as the witch beside him, clapped a hand over hers as he escorted her to where his wand-brother, godson, and wand-father stood. On front of them, Fleur Weasley stode with an even, elegant gait. Behind them, in an ever protective phalanx, were Harry Potter, Marcus Flint, and Adrian Pucey.

The bride carried a four-wick pillar candle, of which one wick was already lit.

After all that had happened, and two years of healing and mutual exploration of herself and the men who had saved her as much as she had saved them, Hermione Granger was prepared to add the flames of Abraxus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, and Draco Malfoy to her life.

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Maevenly