Hey Guys! Long time no see (that's a really weird saying, by the way. It just looks so grammatically incorrect!) I'm off topic, though, as usual. I actually wrote this last year and had plans to write an entire sequel, but I kind of fell down the Dramione rabbit hole before I could get any solid ideas. I still got as far as a wedding, though, and I thought you guys might like to read about it.

Thank you all for your continued support of this story, you guys are awesome!

-Em

"Hey." Fred whispered, poking Hermione's cheek as they lay in bed Saturday morning. "Hey!"

"Mm," Hermione swatted his hand away, frowning in her sleep.

"Hermione," Fred hummed, poking her again. "Wake up."

"No," she grumbled, rolling over and pulling a pillow over her head. "Sleeping."

"Come on sleepy head." Fred propped himself up on his elbow and loomed over her, pulling the pillow from her face. "We're getting married today."

Hermione hummed dreamily, a smile spreading across her face.

"See, that's what I thought," Fred grinned. "Don't you want to wake up now?"

"No," her smile disappeared again. "Can't we just do it here?"

"You want to get married naked in our bedroom?" Fred chuckled. "That's rather bold of you. What will Mum say?"

"That you're a terrible influence on me." Hermione rolled over finally, opening her eyes and smiling brightly at her almost husband. "We're getting married today."

"I know. Not having any second thoughts are you?"

"Not a single one," she assured him, then grimaced as a wave of nausea passed over her. "Ugh, but your offspring seems to be unhappy with the situation."

"What can I do to fix that?" Fred asked, his hand slipping down to rub her stomach lightly.

"Just lay quietly with me for a few more minutes." Hermione snuggled against him, breathing deeply and willing the nausea to pass. When it didn't, Fred laid his head against her stomach and started whispering to their baby.

"Hey, jelly bean, this is your dad. I'm gonna need you to do me a big favour today and be nice to Mumma, because me and her are getting hitched today."

"That's such a nice way to put it," Hermione chuckled, running her fingers through his hair.

"And we want Mumma to have the best day ever," Fred continued, ignoring her comments. "So it would be really nice if you could not make her sick. Can you do that for Mumma and Daddy, just this one day?"

They lay quietly for another minute or two, Fred pressing kisses to Hermione's stomach while she ran her fingers through his hair, until she let out a deep breath.

"Did it work?" Fred looked up at her quizically

"I think it did," she admitted. "At least for now."

"Thank you." Fred whispered to her stomach once more, then sat up and kissed Hermione soundly. "I love you."

"I love you too," she grinned. "Too much for words."

"Good, because I love you even more than that."

"Not everything is a competition you know," Hermione giggled.

"Where's the fun in that?" Fred waggled his eyebrows and pulled her underneath him, pinning her against the mattress.

"We have to get up," she frowned, feebly attempting to move away from him.

"It's our wedding day." Fred shook his head, nipping and kissing her neck, making Hermione shiver. "We can do whatever we want."

"Hm, whatever we want," Hermione hummed, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him closer.

"Whatever we want," he captured her lips with his own, muffling her moans of pleasure and grinning. "Still want to get up?"

"If you move, I will kill you," she growled, locking her legs around his waist and pulling his head back down to hers.

"HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER, STOP SHAGGING MY BROTHER AND GET YOUR ARSE OUT HERE!" Ginny screamed as she stepped out of the fireplace.

"What have we said about coming into the flat and screaming?" Fred huffed, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"That you find it endearing?" His sister smiled sweetly. "You know, I was sure I was going to catch you in the act."

"Better luck next time," Fred shrugged. "And it's not endearing at all."

"Well I didn't ask you. Now, where's the blushing bride? I've been sent to kidnap her and bring her back to the house."

"She's more green than she is pink," he frowned. "So she's still in bed."

"Wow, are you really that bad a shag?" Ginny gave him a sympathetic look.

"Do you really want to know the answer to that?" Hermione asked, opening her bedroom door and leaning heavily against the frame. "Because I'll happily explain how wrong you are-"

"Gah, stop!" Ginny clapped her hands over her ears. "I'm sorry I yelled."

"Apology accepted. Do we have any ginger tea?" Hermione asked, slowly making her way to the kitchen.

"Yeah," Fred handed her a mug, already prepared. "How you feeling?"

"Make it stop!" she groaned, resting her forehead against his chest.

"I tried," he stroked her hair softly. "It didn't work."

"It did for a while," she whined. "Do it again!"

Ginny frowned. "Make what stop?"

"The morning sickness." Hermione explained miserably, then clamped a hand over her mouth. "Fuck," she mumbled.

"I KNEW IT!" Ginny shrieked delightedly, bounding across the room and pulling her brother and best friend into a strangling group hug. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DIDN'T TELL ME!"

Fred winced, trying to extricate himself from his sister's grasp. "We wanted to tell the whole family together."

"Ugh! I can't even be mad at you for not telling me!" Ginny ignored the explanation. "I'm way too happy for you! Ah, I'm going to be an Auntie!"

"You're already an Auntie," Hermione pointed out.

"I know, and now I'm going to be one again! Oh, this is so exciting!"

"Yeah, it's great," Hermione nodded, her voice laced with sarcasm. "It would be a lot better if I didn't feel like dying and you weren't screaming directly in my ear, though."

"Sorry, sorry!" Ginny stepped away, continuing to bounce around. "Merlin, this is great- it is great, right?" She looked between the two of them nervously.

"Bloody fantastic." Fred grinned.

Hermione beamed up at him, her hand moving unconsciously to her stomach, and nodded. "It's brilliant."

Ginny looked between the couple for a moment, finally at a loss for words. They had been through so much together, all that pain and suffering and recovery, and now they were getting married and having a baby- and she had never seen them look so happy.

"Right, we have to go!" She suddenly remembered, catching sight of the clock in the corner. "Come on, get your stuff. You have a wedding to get ready for."

"Right," Hermione sighed. "That."

"That? Try not to sound so disgusted by the thought of your own wedding," Ginny laughed.

"I would if I didn't feel so disgusting." Hermione frowned, leaning heavily against Fred once more.

"Gin, go tell Mum that Hermione's going to start getting ready here and she'll be over in half an hour." Fred ordered, guiding Hermione over to the sofa.

"She's not gonna like that," Ginny frowned.

"She'll get over it in about twelve hours," he shrugged.

"Pfft, like she doesn't already know!" Hermione snorted, laying down and curling up into a ball. "The woman's like a pregnancy niffler."

"I will give you fifty galleons if you tell her that at some point today," Ginny beamed. "Or ever, really, because it would be amazing!"

"I'd like to live past the birth of my child," Hermione shook her head.

"Go tell Mum," Fred pushed his sister towards the fireplace. "And Hermione will follow you in a little bit. Okay?"

Ginny held her hands up submissively, and shrugged. "It's your funerals."

"Not yet," Fred shook his head. "She wouldn't give up another grandchild just to get back at us."

"She doesn't need you anymore," Hermione pointed out. "Your job is done. I'm the incubator."

"You don't seem to have a problem with that," Fred observed.

"Well, you're not exactly being helpful at the moment, so I have no reason to pity you," she shrugged.

"Okay, I'm just going to leave you two to sort this out," Ginny chuckled. "But remember, if Mum doesn't get a wedding in the next six hours none of us are going to make it out alive."

"Noted," Fred nodded.

Once his sister was gone, he knelt down on the floor and rested his head on the sofa in front of Hermione's stomach.

"Okay Bean, we talked about this," he frowned. "You have to be nice to Mummy today, because we're getting married. If you're not nice to Mummy, we're never going to get married and your grandma will never stop lecturing us about how we're living and raising a child in sin."

"I don't think it cares about that," Hermione pointed out.

"Hmm probably not," Fred agreed. "Okay, how about this: If you stop making Mummy sick today, she'll give you whatever you want for the next nine months, and we won't give you a really awful name just because we can."

Hermione couldn't help but laugh at this thinly veiled threat towards their unborn child.

"Well?" He raised an eyebrow at her questioningly.

"I think it's going away," she sighed, unfurling herself slightly.

"Good girl," Fred kissed her stomach.

"Who said it was a girl?" Hermione challenged.

"My hopes and dreams," Fred smirked dreamily. "A little girl with curly red hair and big brown eyes, like her Mum's."

"And here I was hoping for a little boy with brown hair and green eyes," Hermione shook her head.

"A boy? Really?" Fred sat on the couch, helping her sit up beside him.

"You think I'd know what to do with a girl?" she scoffed. "I didn't have any female friends till I met Ginny, and you sister isn't exactly a poster for girliness. My two best friends are Ron and Harry, and I spend all my time with you and George. I wouldn't have a clue what to do if we had a daughter!"

"You know, I hate to tell you this," Fred smiled. "But I don't think your parenting abilities depend on the gender of your child. You're going to be a brilliant Mum, no matter what pops out of there in nine months."

"Oh Merlin," Hermione laughed deeply, her eyes watering. "Why on earth would you phrase it like that? You're making it sound like I could give birth to a Hippogriff!"

"Well, as of now we don't exactly have proof that you won't," he reasoned lamely. "We haven't been to a healer or anything."

"Shut up," she pushed herself off the couch, still laughing, and wiped her eyes. "You know, I feel a lot better now. Thanks."

"My pleasure," Fred grinned. "See you in a few hours?"

"I'll be the one in white," Hermione leaned down to kiss him quickly, then turned and stepped into the fireplace.

"You are cutting it very close, young lady." Molly pursed her lips at Hermione as she stepped into the kitchen. "You know you're getting married today, right?"

"I know, I just had some pre-wedding jitters." Hermione tried to shrug off her late arrival. "Are the girls upstairs already?"

"Yes they are, and they're eager to get to work on you."

"That doesn't sound ominous at all," Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Go on," Molly shooed her towards the stairs. "You have a lot to do and not a lot of time to do it in. I'll take care of everything down here."

"Okay." Hermione sighed and started to walk away, but stopped before she got very far and turned back to give Molly a hug. "Thank you, for all your help. Today would never have happened without you."

"Of course, dear," Molly held her tightly and kissed the top of her head. "Now, off with you!"

"Yes Mum," Hermione smiled and ran up the stairs, swallowing back the tears she could feel building.

She'd known that it would hit her sooner or later- that this was why Molly had insisted she be at the Burrow so early, why she wouldn't be alone for a single moment of the day. This was her wedding day, supposedly the happiest day of her life, and her parents weren't there.

"There you are!" Angelina appeared on the landing outside Ginny's room and reached out a hand to pull Hermione up the last few steps. "We were about to send out a search party. Come on, there's so much to do!"

"So I've been told," Hermione gave a shaky laugh. "So, what torture do you have planned first?"

"Torture!?" Ginny cried. "My darling, wonderful Hermione, there is nothing torturous about this! We're going to have a lovely, relaxing morning."

"I highly doubt that," Hermione mumbled disbelievingly.

"Now, first thing's first," Ginny ignored her. "You need to get in the shower."

"Can't I go say hello to the rest of my bridal party first?"

"No," she handed Hermione a towel and change of clothes and pushed her across the hallway. "You have ten minutes. Go."

"Just wondering, am I going to spend my whole morning feeling like I'm in the army?" Hermione asked.

"Probably," Angelina stuck her head out of the bedroom and nodded emphatically. "The rest of us certainly do."

"Hush!" Ginny hissed. "You're supposed to be getting ready!"

"I can talk and primp at the same time," Angelina shrugged. "It's one of my many talents."

"I should have made her my maid of honour," Hermione muttered, closing the bathroom door behind her.

"I heard that!" Ginny called after her. "You're down to nine minutes!"

"You should be nicer to her," Angelina said quietly, following Ginny back into the bedroom. "This can't be an easy day."

"That's why I'm being like this," Ginny shook her head. "If she has more than a few minutes to think at a time, she's going to fall apart. My job today is to keep her together. It's everyone else's to be nice."

Angelina frowned for a moment, then took a breath and nodded. "Okay, but if she cracks anyways-"

"We'll deal with that if it happens. For now, we make sure she's too busy to think for herself, got it?"

Ginny looked around the room, meeting the eyes of the other two members of Hermione's bridal party.

Fleur and Luna each nodded, though neither of them looked very happy about it.

"Trust me, this is the best thing for her," Ginny assured them. "Harry, Fred and I have spent a lot of time planning for today. We know what we're doing."

When Hermione stepped out of the bathroom exactly ten minutes later, Ginny was standing in front of the door holding a mug of tea and some toast.

"Breakfast," she smiled. "Eat."

Hermione frowned at the plate looking a little green, but Ginny insisted.

"Ginger tea and plain toast. And I promise to hold your hair for you if necessary, but you need to eat."

Hermione rolled her eyes unhappily, but took the dishware anyways.

"Okay," Ginny smiled and lead her into the bedroom. "Come sit and while you eat Angelina is going to tame that mess you call hair."

"Aren't you supposed to be nice to me today?" Hermione mused, sitting down in the chair Angelina held for her. "Isn't that like the golden rule of weddings?"

"I am being nice to you," Ginny assured her. "I've said far worse things about your hair."

"Don't worry," Angelina patted her shoulder, leaning over so they could see each other in the mirror in front of them. "She's being a bitch to the rest of us too."

"Hey!"

"Where's Harry?" Hermione asked. "He, at least, has to be nice to me today."

"He's at home with Teddy and the rest of the men," Ginny said. "He'll be over later though. Now, about your hair..."

As promised, Ginny kept everyone busy throughout the morning, heading a whirlwind of wedding preparations that left Hermione with absolutely no time to process. There was always something to talk about, some last minute decision to be made or funny story to recall. Hermione knew what Ginny was doing, though- she also knew she wouldn't be able to keep it up. Eventually, they would run out of things to do. So when Harry and Teddy walked into the room exactly an hour before the ceremony was supposed to start, Hermione was happy for the distraction.

"Auntie Miomy!" Teddy squealed, running over and climbing into her lap.

"Hello," Hermione beamed at the little boy, his hair flaming red today to match his Uncles. "How are you, my love?"

"Good," he grinned. "Uncle Fwed made pancakes."

"He did? Wow, that was nice of him."

"Mmhm," Teddy nodded seriously. "And Daddy lost your wing."

"Hey, bud!" Harry swooped over, lifting his son off Hermione's lap before he could say anything else. "Why don't you see if Grandmum's got lunch ready yet, hm?"

"Okay!" Teddy grinned obliviously and ran off, completely unaware of the flaming glares his dad was getting behind him.

"You lost my what?" Hermione demanded.

"I didn't lose anything," Harry put his hands up placatingly. "I momentarily misplaced it, but I have it now and everything's fine."

"I don't think that's much better." Angelina offered, sitting in a far corner of the room, adjusting her makeup.

"No one asked you," Harry glared at her in annoyance.

"Show me," Hermione held out her hand. "Hand them over, come on."

Harry grimaced and reached into his pocket, producing a small drawstring bag and dropping it into her hand. "See, all good."

"Hm," Hermione emptied the bag into her hand and examined the rings carefully to make sure. "If I give these back to you will they disappear again?"

"They absolutely will not," he promised. "Now, how are you doing?"

"Well I was doing a lot better before I found out you can't be trusted with a simple job," she frowned.

"You only just worked that one out?" Angelina asked. "I'd have thought that was rather obvious after almost ten years."

"Again, no one asked you," Harry shook his head. "Don't you have somewhere else to be?"

"Nope," Angelina shook her head. "I'm supposed to be making sure Hermione doesn't mess with her hair or make-up while Luna and Fleur finish getting ready and your psychotic drill sergeant girlfriend gets out the dresses."

"Fiancee," Harry corrected.

"I don't need a babysitter," Hermione huffed. "I'm a grown adult."

"Eh," Angelina frowned and moved her hand in a 'so-so' gesture.

"Thanks," Hermione rolled her eyes. "Either way, I'm good."

"Really?" Harry looked a little shocked. "I'd have thought you'd be freaking out about all the things that might go wrong by now."

"Molly's downstairs," she scoffed. "She'll hex anyone who steps out of line."

"That is very true," Harry nodded. "Would it do anything for you if I told you Fred's been freaking out all morning?"

"Really?" Hermione smiled impishly.

"Oh yeah," he chuckled. "I'm pretty sure George is going to knock him out before we can get him down the aisle."

"That's so sweet," Hermione cooed. "I can't wait to make fun of him for it!"

"Not where I saw that sentence going," Angelina admitted.

"Okay, dress time!" Ginny bounced into the room excitedly, holding Hermione's dress above her head. "Scram, Potter!"

"Ah, that's the loving endearment I'm so drawn to." Harry drawled sarcastically, getting up and kissing Hermione's forehead. "I'll see you in a bit."

"Yeah," she laughed. "Tell Fred to stop freaking out."

"I will," he nodded and turned to his fiancee. "Is Teddy dressed yet?"

"No," Ginny looked at him like he'd lost his mind. "I'd like his clothes to be clean when he walks down the aisle. I'm going to be shoving him into that suit about five seconds before the processional music starts."

"Yes, because nothing could possibly go wrong with that plan," Harry rolled his eyes.

"Would you stop being such a downer?" Hermione laughed. "It's my wedding day!"

"Yay!" He gave her a monotonous cheer, waving his hands in a faux-excited gesture.

"Get out!" Ginny chucked a pillow at the door, forcing him outside.

Molly gasped in delight as she walked into the girls' room, tearing up at the sight.

Hermione stood in front of a full length mirror, her bridesmaids on either side of her, fixing her dress and flower crown.

"Oh, Hermione, you look so beautiful!" Molly cooed, crossing the room to help with the adjustments.

Hermione grinned, though her cheeks were slightly pink from embarrassment, watching the older woman in the mirror as she fixed her skirt.

"No crying!" Ginny snapped. "Everyone's make-up needs to stay exactly how it is until after the ceremony."

"You really need to take a calming draft," Angelina rolled her eyes.

"I'm perfectly calm," Ginny smiled tightly. "We're just on a schedule and don't have time for make-up adjustments."

"Well I have no intentions of ruining your schedule," her mother promised. "I just brought Hermione her something old and borrowed."

"Her what?" Fleur frowned.

"It's a muggle tradition," Luna explained. "For good luck, a bride needs to have 'something old, something new, something borrowed and blue'."

"Exactly," Molly smiled warmly.

Hermione could already feel the tears building as her adoptive mother pulled a silver bracelet from her pocket and slipped it onto her wrist.

"It's beautiful," she gasped.

"My mother gave it to me on my wedding day," Molly explained as she did the clasp up. "I thought it would look perfect with your dress, and I was right." She smiled warmly at the woman who would finally be her daughter-in-law within the next hour.

"I just can't tell you how proud of you I am Hermione," she shook her head. "You've grown into such a wonderful woman, and I couldn't be happier to officially be able to call you my daughter."

"Thanks, Mum." Hermione choked, turning and wrapping her arms around the woman that had taken care of her for the last ten years. "It's all your doing, you know."

"No dear," Molly stroked her cheek. "I had very little to do with it."

"What did I say about crying?" Ginny chastised them softly.

"Oh, let zem be, Ginny," Fleur smiled warmly at the pair. "Zees eez a special day for mother and daughter."

She had finished the sentence despite Ginny's vicious head shaking, then seen Hermione's face drop and winced.

"I'm sorry, 'Ermione, I deedn't mean to-"

Hermione waved her off, forcing a smile. "It's fine. I'm fine. Thank you, Molly, for the bracelet. I'll be sure to take good care of it today."

The rest of the group was quiet for a moment, carefully watching Hermione to see her reaction as Molly pulled her into another hug and muttered a few quiet words to her.

"I've got you something as well." Luna spoke up when they parted , crouching down and reaching into her bag. "Something new and blue."

She pulled out what appeared to be a bluebird coloured lace hairband and held it out to Hermione.

"A garter?" the brunette giggled, taking it.

"I thought Fred might like it," Luna smirked. "Isn't that a muggle tradition too?"

"It is," Hermione admitted, a blush creeping from her cheeks down to her neck. This made everyone giggle, including Molly, though she had turned rather red herself.

"Well it seems you only need one more thing," Angelina observed, digging around in her own purse.

"What else is there?" Ginny frowned. "She's got something old and borrowed, something new and blue."

"A silver sixpence in her shoe." Hermione spoke quietly, a vague memory of her mother reciting the rhyme surfacing in her mind.

"Exactly," Angelina held up the coin. "Now you're ready."

"Thank you," Hermione smiled. "All of you. I love you all so much, you know that?"

"We do," Luna assured her. "We love you too."

"Knock, knock," Harry stuck his head into the room. "Is it safe?"

"No!" Angelina answered before anyone else could. "Ginny's still here."

"Yes!" Ginny argued, reaching out and flicking Angelina. "Where's Teddy?"

"With Bill and Charlie getting ready. They're up in Ron's room," Harry gestured to the floor above them.

"We should go 'elp zem," Fleur turned to her sister-in-law. "Zey will not be able to dress ze children on zeir own."

"Probably not," Ginny frowned and turned to Hermione. "Okay, we'll meet you downstairs?"

"I'll be there," she smiled.

Ginny studied her for a moment longer, tucking a stray hair behind her ear, then nodded in satisfaction and followed Fleur out of the room.

"Luna, why don't we go check on the boys?" Angelina suggested, pulling the blonde away. "Make sure they haven't tucked their ties into their trousers or put their shirts on inside out."

"And give Harry and Hermione some time to themselves," Luna stated obviously. "Yes, I think that's a good idea."

She smiled and gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek. "Your make-up is going to be fine no matter what, I put a permanent setting charm on it."

"Thank you," Hermione smiled brightly, pulling her into a hug.

Molly followed them out and closed the door behind her, finally leaving Harry and Hermione alone.

"What's that?" Harry pointed to the coin Hermione was playing with.

"A sixpence," she said quietly.

"Ah, for your shoe," he nodded. "Who gave you that?"

"Ang- her Mum is muggle, you know. Molly gave me this bracelet and Luna gave me a garter- it's blue," Hermione chuckled.

"Sounds like you're all set then." Harry smiled, then gave her a concerned look. "Come here."

He held out his hand and led her over to the bed, pulling her down to sit beside him.

"My dress is going to wrinkle," she muttered.

"I'll fix it," Harry promised, putting his arm around her and smiling as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"My mum used to talk about her wedding all the time," Hermione whispered, her voice hoarse. "She would tell me all about her dress and how her veil trailed behind her and got all wet because she didn't realize she was dragging it through the snow, and how her garter was too tight, and it snapped halfway through their first dance."

Harry pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and passed it to her as she sniffled.

"She had everything picked out for me," she continued. "There was a necklace for my something borrowed and a handkerchief that my grandmother embroidered for my something old and blue, we were going to wrap it around my bouquet. I- I didn't even think about taking them when I left. I never thought-" She choked back the sob that had been sitting in her throat all day.

"I know," Harry rubbed her arm soothingly.

"I know what Ginny's been doing today," Hermione spoke through her tears. "Trying to keep me distracted, not giving me time to think about it, but I can't stop thinking about it. I feel like I've been walking around in a cloud since I stepped out of the fireplace this morning. All I can think about is all these huge changes that are happening in my life and how my parents don't get to be here for any of it. My dad can't walk me down the aisle, and my Mum can't tell me how to get rid of this awful morning sickness and they won't be there when I go into labour or get to hold their first grandchild. I just feel so alone, Harry."

Harry nodded again, holding her a little tighter. "It's okay. They're here. They're always with you, you know that. They're hanging out with James and Lily, gushing about how beautiful you look and laughing at Fred, because he's still a bit of a mess."

Hermione laughed softly at this, imagining her parents palling around with the spirits of James and Lily Potter, discussing their children's lives.

"I know that today is hard and there are a lot of emotions flying around, but you can't let yourself dwell on what's missing," Harry continued. "You have to think about all the amazing things that are going to come from today. You're marrying a man who loves you, you're going to be an official Weasley, your cake looks amazing, and you're going to have a baby."

"Who told you that?" Hermione gasped, wiping her eyes.

"You did," he chuckled. "Just a second ago. Congratulations, by the way."

"Thanks," she let out a half laugh, half sob. "God, I'm supposed to be getting married in ten minutes, and I'm an absolute mess."

"You look even more beautiful than usual," Harry assured her, kissing her temple. "Luna did a very good job with your make-up. Everything's going to be fine. You're going to walk down that aisle and forget all about being sad, because you're going to be too focussed on your fidgeting future husband and not tripping over your dress."

"Oh, Merlin, I hadn't even thought about that!" Hermione cried. "What if I fall?!"

"I will not let you fall," Harry promised. "And you're not alone. I'll be with you the whole time, you won't be able to shake me."

"Good," she sighed. "I'm really glad you're here, Harry."

"Like I'd be anywhere else," he rolled his eyes dramatically. "You're my family, we have to take care of each other."

"Yeah," Hermione took a deep breath and smiled. "Thanks."

Harry kissed her temple again and helped her to her feet, waving his wand at her dress to smooth it out.

"So, you ready to go get married, or are we gonna pull a runner?"

"I'd really like to go get married," Hermione grinned, wiping away a stray tear.

"Good, because I think Fred might just curl up in a ball at the end of the aisle and cry if you run out on him this late in the game."

"I hope you haven't been this mean to him today," Hermione scolded. "This isn't just stressful for me, you know."

"Not to his face," Harry reassured her. "Now, come on. You have a wedding to get to."

"There you are!" Ginny cried as they came down the stairs, a vaguely annoyed look on her face.

"We've got three minutes to spare." Harry held up his wrist to show her his watch. "Shouldn't you be getting Teddy dressed right now?"

"I already did." She waved smugly to the little boy in his grey suit and orange tie.

"Oh, he looks adorable!" Hermione gushed. "You're a very handsome ring-bearer, Teddy Bear."

The little boy beamed up at his aunt proudly. "You look pwetty Auntie Miome."

"That's an understatement," Charlie ruffled the boy's hair. "You look hot Herms!"

"Smoking hot," George nodded furiously.

"Would you two have some class?" Ron shoved his brothers out of the way and pulled Hermione into a hug. "You look beautiful Hermione."

"Thanks," she smiled and hugged him back. "You look rather handsome yourself. I like the pink tie."

"Really?" he frowned and adjusted the neck piece. "I feel like it clashes with my hair."

"No, it's very nice." Hermione slapped his hands away and fixed the tie herself, making him smirk. "You all look very handsome."

"It's time!" Molly flew into the room, giddy with excitement. "Places everyone!"

She herded everyone into two lines, giving them all one last once over, then hurried back outside to her seat leaving Ginny in charge once more.

"Oh, it's beautiful!" Hermione gasped as she got her first glimpse of the scene from behind her wedding party.

She and Fred hadn't had any trouble deciding where they wanted to get married, they'd spent so many nights laying together on the dock, looking up at the sky and talking, it seemed like the perfect spot. Now, it looked even more beautiful than she'd ever imagined. The trees were strung with multi-coloured lanterns and white fairy lights, and the chairs were decorated with bright orange ribbons.

It had been diffifcult to decide on colours for the day, to say the least, as Fred and George couldn't stop arguing about what colours would look best. It had been hours of "Orange!" "Purple!" "Pink!" "Green!" "Green's bloody shit, what are you on?!"

Finally, Hermione had decided that they would use all of them, covering their wedding with bright splashes of colour at every opportunity. The men wore grey suits with brightly coloured ties of their own choosing- fuschia for Ron, neon green for George, blue for Lee and red for Bill. To match, the girl's bouquets featured flowers the same colour as the ties, making their cream coloured dresses even more beautiful. Harry and Fred both wore purple ties, to match Hermione's bouquet. Charlie and Teddy both had orange ties, as Charlie had stormed into the shop one day and declared himself the flower boy.

"I feel like I'm walking into a rainbow," Harry whispered to Hermione as they drew closer, taking in the bright coloured flowers that covered the entire garden.

"I know, it's brilliant," Hermione beamed.

"Okay," Ginny brought the group to a halt a few feet from the end of the aisle, behind some hedges and crouched in front of Teddy. "You remember what to do, right? You're going to walk with Uncle Charlie while he tosses the flower petals, up to Uncle Fred, and then you're going to go sit with Grandmum and Granddad."

Both her son and brother nodded solemnly, one proud to have such an important job, the other terrified of facing her wrath.

"Good," Ginny smiled. "I think we're ready then. Hermione?"

"Yeah," she grinned at her maid of honour, trying not to laugh. "Let's get married."

"Let's get married!" Angelina squealed excitedly.

Without another word, Lee waved his wand at the stereo system he'd set up in the garden and the music started up, prompting Charlie and Teddy to start up the aisle. They were followed by George and Angelina, then Ginny and Lee, Ron and Luna and Fleur and Bill. When the last couple had reached the makeshift alter, the music changed, and the crowd stood- and Hermione leaned into the hedge and threw up.

"You know, of all the things I saw happening today, this wasn't one of them," Harry frowned, quickly gathering Hermione hair back from her face and passing her another handkerchief, thankful he'd stuffed quite a few in his jacket pockets.

Hermione groaned in response and threw up once more, thanking Morgana that she'd only eaten toast that morning.

"Is everything- oh!" Molly hurried over and gasped as Hermione began to heave again, now kneeling in the grass. "Oh, what's happened?!"

"Jitters," Harry offered lamely, gathering more of her hair back. "Sorry, just a slight delay."

"Harry," Hermione groaned.

"Right here," he leaned over. "What do you need?"

"Water."

Molly conjured up a glass of water and handed it to her, rubbing her back soothingly. "There you are, that's better isn't it?"

Hermione gave a small nod, but the greenish tinge in her cheeks did nothing to make her believable.

"Are you going to be alright?" Harry asked nervously.

"I just need a minute," she nodded. "It'll pass in a minute."

She hiked the skirt of her dress up over her knees and pulled her wand from her garter, using it to clean her mouth out, then stood with Harry's help.

"Oh, your dress!" Molly cringed as the grass stains became apparent. "Here, let me fix those."

She waved her wand and watched expectantly as the dress returned to it's previous, pristine condition, all signs of Hermione's momentary lapse gone.

"There," Molly smiled kindly. "Good as new. Are you alright now, dear?"

"I think so." Hermione nodded, taking deep breaths and silently willing the demon spawn in her womb to keep it together for twenty minutes so she could marry it's father.

"Are you sure? You're not coming down with something, are you?" Molly asked, her eyebrows raised in an accusatory expression.

"No, I'm fine," Hermione insisted. "It was just nerves. I'm better now, I promise."

Molly looked her up and down, her eyes lingering on Hermione's stomach a moment too long, but she didn't argue much to Hermione's relief.

"I'll head back to my seat then," she smiled.

"We'll be right behind you," Harry promised, linking Hermione's arm through his and handing her bouquet back to her.

"I think she knows," he whispered once their adoptive mother was gone.

"No shit, Sherlock!" Hermione rolled her eyes at him, then glared down at her stomach. "We weren't kidding before, Bean. If you mess this up for us, we're naming you something awful!"

"So it's true what they say about pregnancy making women crazy," Harry mused, trying not to laugh at Hermione's threats.

"Shut up, let's just get this whole walking thing over with," she glared at him.

"That's the spirit!" With a quick wave of his wand, the music started up again and the two of them began their walk down the aisle.

The moment she saw Fred, Hermione couldn't help but smile. He was a wreck, fidgeting with his hands and bouncing from foot to foot while George tried to hold him still, elbowing him harshly and pointing towards her. When their eyes met, though, he stilled and began to smile so brightly Hermione thought he might outshine the sun. The smile was so contagious she couldn't help but return it, completely forgetting that not two minutes earlier she had been bent over in the hedges, puking.

When they reached the end of the aisle, Harry kissed Hermione on the cheek and handed her over to Fred, smiling almost as brightly as the redhead.

"You look amazing," Fred whispered to Hermione as they stepped towards Kinglsey, who had agreed to officiate.

"You too," Hermione grinned. "Sorry I'm a little late, your offspring seems to be Voldemort incarnate."

"Because that's what you want to hear right before your wedding vows," Fred chuckled. "I'll have words with her later."

"Him," Hermione hissed, then turned and faced Kingsley, who was watching them with a warm smile.

"Dearly beloved," he began in a deep, booming voice. "We are gathered today, to bind together in matrimony, Frederic Gideon Weasley and Hermione Jean Granger."

They had decided to go with traditional vows, followed by a binding ceremony. It was short, but beautiful, and by the time the binding was complete there wasn't a dry eye in sight. Even Lee and Charlie could be seen trying to wipe their eyes without anyone's notice.

"It gives me great pleasure to pronounce you husband and wife," Kingsley smiled brightly at the pair. "Mr. Weasley, you may kiss your bride."

"It's about bloody time." Fred huffed, wrapping his arm around Hermione's waist and kissing her soundly, lifting her off the ground.

Behind them, there were whoops of laughter and cheers as everyone applauded.

"Congratulations!" Ginny squealed, pulling Hermione into a hug the second Fred set her back on her feet. "You're married!"

"I know!" Hermione squealed back, smiling so much she felt like her face might split in two.

She turned and surveyed the crowd, smiling at each and every one of her friends, pausing when she noticed the row of empty seats behind Arthur and Molly.

"What's that?" she frowned, pointing to the empty seats. "I thought you said we'd had to add seats, those are empty."

"We know," Luna appeared at her side, linking arms with Hermione. "Those are for the others."

"The others?" Hermione gave her a confused look.

"Your parents, Percy, the Potters, Remus and Tonks," she explained. "They're here too, of course, they should have their own seats."

Hermione's eyes filled with tears, and she had to fight back a sob as she pulled Luna into a strangling hug. "Thank you, Luna."

"I think it's important to remember our families," Luna shrugged simply. "Even if we can't see them anymore. There's a photo display in the reception tent as well, they shouldn't have to miss the party."

Hermione bit her lip and nodded, her tears finally spilling over.

"Hey." Fred reappeared at her side and put his arm around her. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Nothing." She shook her head, leaning into his shoulder and giving him a watery smile. "Everything is... perfect. Absolutely perfect."

She reached out and squeezed Luna's hand, knowing that the blonde would understand what she didn't have the words for.

"Oh, and congratulations," Luna whispered into her ear. "You're going to make wonderful parents."

Once everyone had had a chance to congratulate the newlyweds, Molly guided the guests into the tent that had been set up for the reception while the wedding party took some photographs and Fred and Hermione finally had a few minutes to themselves.

"So, what did Bean do to make you late for our wedding?" Fred leaned against a tree, Hermione's back against his chest and his hands resting comfortably over her stomach.

"He made me throw up in the hedges just as I was about to walk down the aisle." She cringed, leaning her head back so she could see his face. "Fred Weasley wipe that smirk off your face, or so help me."

"Sorry," he tried to school his features. "That wasn't very nice of you, Bean. I thought we talked about being nice to Mummy today?"

"It didn't listen," Hermione sneered. "I don't think it likes me."

"Maybe she's not fond of being called 'it'," Fred suggested.

"Well that's his problem then," she shrugged. "So, Mr. Weasley, are you happy?"

"Almost as happy as I was when you told me we were having a baby, Mrs. Weasley," he grinned.

"You know, as thrilled as I am to be Mrs. Weasley..." Hermione frowned.

"It's weird?" Fred guessed.

"So weird!" she laughed. "That's Molly, not me."

"Yeah, it felt weird coming out," he agreed. "How about this: are you happy Hermione Weasley?"

"Utterly, completely, incandescently happy." Hermione beamed, snaking her arm around his neck and pulling his mouth down to hers, kissing him soundly. "Gods, I love you."

"Good, because I'm pretty fond of you too."

When dinner was finished, Hermione sat tearily and watched as Fred and Molly danced together. They had both insisted that it wasn't necessary, but Hermione had stubbornly refused to get rid of the traditional dance. At that moment, however, her hormones were getting the best of her.

"Hermione," Arthur crouched beside her suddenly, taking her hand. "I know I'm not your father, per say, but would you dance with me anyways?"

"I would love to." She gave him a watery smile and got to her feet, hugging the older man tightly. "And you're just as much a father to me as you are to Harry and Ron."

"I'm glad you know that," Arthur kissed her cheek. "Now, come on. No more tears tonight."

"I'm not very sure I can promise that." Hermione chuckled, her eyes still watery. "But I'll do my best."

When the song was over, Fred and Hermione exchanged questioning looks, then nodded and pulled the elder Weasleys aside.

"What's going on?" Molly asked, obviously trying to hide her excitement. "You're supposed to be having your first dance together."

"Well, we wanted to tell you two something first," Fred explained.

"What, son?" Arthur frowned, noting how nervous the couple looked.

"Well, the thing is..." Hermione fidgeted with her sleeves nervously, careful not to meet their eyes.

"It's alright, dear," Molly reached out and took her hand. "You can tell us."

"We're going to have a baby," Hermione admitted quietly.

"Oh, I knew it!" the older woman cried happily, pulling her into a warm hug. "Oh, this is just so wonderful! I'm so happy for you two!"

"You're going to make wonderful parents," Arthur promised, pulling Fred into a hug. "Congratulations son."

"Thanks, Dad," Fred laughed. "We're pretty excited."

"Oh, my babies are having a baby!" Molly continued to gush, trading children with her husband. "I'm just so happy for you!"

"Congratulations, dear," Arthur hugged Hermione tightly. "This is wonderful news."

"Yeah," she let out a nervous giggle. "It is, isn't it?"

"When are you due?" Molly asked.

"I don't know," Hermione shrugged. "We only found out a few days ago, and with the wedding and everything I haven't had time to even think about making an appointment with a healer- or a muggle doctor, maybe. We haven't talked about that either-"

"And we're not going to." Fred interrupted before she could start picking up speed. "Because this is our wedding, and we're supposed to be dancing right now."

"Right," Hermione nodded. "Dancing."

"Yes, yes, of course," Molly started pushing them back into the tent. "We'll have plenty of time to discuss this later. Oh, another grandchild! This is just so wonderful!"

"Yes it is, dear," Arthur patted her hand. "But I don't think the children planned to tell everyone tonight."

"Just the family," Fred shrugged. "Although Hermione's had kind of a hard time keeping it to herself so far today."

"Shut up, I'm hormonal and I keep throwing up and it's been a very emotional day!" Hermione scolded him, tearing up again.

"I know," Fred tucked her into his side quickly, pressing a kiss to her temple. "It's not your fault."

"No, it's your demonic offspring," she sneered. "This is all your fault, you know."

"I know," he nodded, earning an encouraging smile from his father. "Will you come dance with me now?"

"Yeah," she wiped her face quickly and allowed him to lead her back onto the dancefloor.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Lee called for everyone's attention from his DJ station. "It brings me great pride to introduce you to the new Mr and Mrs. Weasley, as they take part in their first dance- which I have been ordered to ensure is a serious affair and not the chicken dance, for fear of repercussions from the Maid of Honour. So, without further ado, the bride and groom!"

By the end of his speech, Lee had the entire room laughing, including Hermione and Ginny. The laughter didn't last long, however, as the familiar opening of an old muggle song floated through the speakers.

"It's very clear, our love is here to stay/ Not for a year but ever and a day"

"H-how did you find this?" Hermione asked, her heart suddenly in her throat.

"I found a video of your parent's wedding," Fred admitted, slipping his arms around her waist. "Harry helped me find the right one, Muggles really like to all sing the same songs."

"This may be the most romantic, wonderful thing you've ever done for me." Hermione sniffled, tears flowing freely despite the smile on her face. "I can't believe you found my parent's wedding song."

"I would do anything for you." Fred kissed her tears away as they swayed to the music.

"Back at you," Hermione smiled, reaching up to stroke his face.

When the song ended, everyone clapped and Fred led them back to their table, where Harry was waiting to hug Hermione, yet another handkerchief in his hand.

"You really came prepared," she laughed, dabbing at her eyes.

"Well, I know my sister pretty well," he shrugged nonchalantly. "Save a dance for me?"

"You're not leaving until I get one," she grinned.

"Auntie Miome! Auntie Miome!" Teddy ran through the crowd and tugged at Hermione's dress urgently. "Can we have cake now?!"

"Of course we can," Hermione laughed. "You'll have to find Uncle Freddie first, though."

"Okay," he grinned and rushed off again, while Hermione watched him happily.

"Teddy, don't run!" Ginny called through the crowd, strolling back into the tent.

"Oh, leave him alone," Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's my wedding!"

"I'm glad you've made it to the enjoyment portion of the day," Gnny chuckled. "But just wait until your demon spawn is born, you'll understand then."

"If you say so."

"Hey, speaking of demon spawn, can you keep an eye on Teddy for a few minutes? I need to talk to Harry."

"Are you going to sneak outside and have a shag behind a tree again?" Hermione gave an exasperated sigh, quirking an eyebrow.

"You know what, every wedding needs filthy wedding sex, it's a rule," Ginny defended herself. "I'm just taking one for the team."

"Whatever you need to tell yourself," Hermione patted her arm patronizingly. "Just try not to get caught this time, yeah?"

"I wouldn't have got caught last time if you'd kept a closer eye on my kid," Ginny snarled.

"Well then!" Hermione sniffed and spun on her heel, leaving Ginny to her dirtiness.

"Watch Teddy while I'm gone!" she called after her cheekily. "Maybe try a leash this time!"

"Maybe I'll send Mum looking for you," Hermione called over her shoulder.

"You can be a bit of a hag when you want to, you know that?"

"I do," she grinned.

"Brilliant," Ginny smiled. "See you in a bit."

"You're going to miss cake," Hermione told her.

"Eh, you've seen one, you've seen them all," Ginny shrugged inconsequentially. "Save me a piece, though."

"Fat chance," Hermione snorted. "I'm eating for two now, you're not getting anything."

"You're pregnant!" Charlie Weasley appeared behind her, an elated look on his face.

"Where did you come from?" Hermione demanded, a hand pressed to her chest in surprise.

"You're pregnant?" Charlie repeated, ignoring her question.

"Yeah," she smiled. "I am."

Charlie let out an elated 'whoop' and lifted her off her feet, spinning around excitedly, until she insisted he put her down.

"What's going on over here?" Ron joined them, a confused look on his face and a plate of food in his hand.

"I've just told Charlie the day's news," Hermione laughed, holding onto a chair as she waited for her dizziness to subside.

"That you got married?" Ron frowned. "Because we were all there for that. You were in the ceremony mate, remember? You were the flower girl."

"Not that, you numpty!" Charlie smacked him. "She's pregnant! And I was the flower man."

"What?!" Ron's jaw dropped, revealing a half chewed cheese puff.

"Ronald, please swallow before you speak," Hermione grimaced.

"Sorry," he mumbled, shutting his mouth and swallowing harshly. "Seriously though? You're pregnant?"

"Seriously," she nodded nervously. Their relationship had gotten a lot better in the year since he'd returned, but there were still times when she got nervous about how Ron would react. To her surprise, however, he set his plate down and pulled her into a strangling hug.

"Congratulations, Mione!" he said sincerely. "I'm happy for you."

"Thanks, Ron."

"Hey, why weren't we invited to the group hug?" Fred and George joined them. "We're always good for a cuddle!"

"Hermione just told us the news!" Charlie grinned.

"Which news?" George asked. "There's been quite a bit today. Freddie got married, Herms's got a bun in the oven, I asked Angie to marry me, Gin and Boy Wonder snuck out to have dirty wedding sex again-"

"Oi, hold on!" Hermione interrupted him. "What did you just say?!"

"Gin and Boy Wonder snuck off to have dirty wedding sex," George repeated. "I assumed you already knew that, since you usually keep track of Teddy when they go adventuring."

"Before that you putz!" she smacked him. "You asked Ang to marry you?!"

"Oh, yeah!" He smiled proudly.

"Don't look so smug," Fred snorted, punching his twin in the arm. "Tell her how you did it."

"I got down on one knee, held up a ring pop and said 'I figured it was time to pop the question.'"

"Oh," Hermione groaned, her shoulders slumping sadly.

"Yeah," Fred nodded. "You can imagine how she reacted."

"I pushed him over and told him to try again." Angelina sauntered over, smiling smugly. "I'm with you, Hermione. Real rings, real proposals."

"Good for you," Hermione laughed. "Don't worry, if you hold out long enough he'll get his act together."

"Oh, I know," Angelina smirked. "I'm not worried, though. I've seen him looking at ring catalogues."

"I don't know what you're talking about," George spluttered, his face burning.

"Sure you don't." Angelina patted his cheek harshly and turned back to Hermione. "I've been told to tell you that if you don't come cut the cake soon, Teddy is just going to start grabbing handfuls."

"Right!" Hermione nodded. "I did tell him he could have some now. Well, come on husband, we have a toddler to appease."

"Say that again," Fred practically melted at the new title.

"Come on, husband," she laughed, tugging him towards the dessert table.

"That's never going to get old," he giggled.

"You're an embarrassment!" Ron shouted after him.

"Oh leave him alone," Charlie shoved his youngest brother playfully. "He's in looove."

Hermione and Fred laughed good naturedly as they listened to their brothers heckle them, followed by the clear sound of Angelina slapping each of them upside the head.

"Ah, the dulcet tones of family," Hermione sighed happily.