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A/N: While I was completely satisfied with the original ending, I understand that many of you were not. I fully believe that fanfiction is a cooperative effort between the readers and writers, for I never would have made it this far without the encouragement of you lovely readers. Thus, for those disappointed with the original, here is an alternative ending. Beware of immense amounts of fluff! Love you all and please check out my new story "Lily's Pensieve," thanks!

Chapter 21: An Alternate Ending

The day dawned bright and sunny and Hermione sat up in bed, stretching her arms high above her head. It was a perfect day for a wedding.

"I'm getting married today." She said out loud, barely believing it herself.

"I'm getting married today!" She squealed against, causing Sugar to jump a little, startled by Hermione's eratic behavior. Hermione jumped out of bed and rushed to the mirror to examine herself. She double-checked that no zits had strangely appeared in the night (none had, thank goodness) and then proceeded to jump around like a maniac.

"It's about time you're awake!" Exclaimed Grace as she tumbled out of the fireplace.

"Ugh, you little stalker. Were you watching my floo again?" Hermione asked with a smile.

"Hermione, need I remind you that stalking is my job?" Grace said, sounding exasperatedly. "And I've only been watching it since 5:30, not the whole night or anything. But I've never known you to sleep so late."

"Why what time is it?" Hermione asked, suddenly alarmed, worried she'd overslept.

"Seven o'clock," Grace said. Hermione sighed. Seven hours to go. Why hadn't they planned a 9 am wedding? She wondered briefly. She could not wait seven whole hours. "What time is your mother arriving?"

"9:30" Hermione sighed, sitting on the bed then getting up and running to the closet where her dress was hanging and then sitting back on the bed.

"Well, I was going to suggest some coffee, but it seems like you have ample energy," Grace said with a smile. "Do you remember how calm and collected you were on your first date? It was me pacing a hole in the floor while you sat and read over some political press conference story."

"This is different Grace, this is my wedding." Hermione insisted, trying not to bite her nails.

"I cannot believe you are getting married before me. I've been engaged for 2 years and here you are, dating George for, what, 9 months and you're already tying the knot? Holy cow, 9 months? You're not pregnant are you?"

"Grace, your logic never ceases to amaze me. Yes, I am in fact 9 months pregnant… with triplets," Hermione said dryly, pulling her pajama top tight to reveal her extremely flat stomach.

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry. But really, who would have imagined you'd get married before me?" Grace pointed out.

"Listen, it's not my fault you keep changing your mind about what color the flowers should be, what season it ought to be in, and whether or not to have Max's 6 brothers wear kilts and play the bagpipes." Hermione pointed out.

"Ok, point taken," Grace said as she went to work curling her hair into tendrils with a convenient little spell. In all honesty, Hermione and George had rushed things a bit. They just couldn't bear being apart more. The three extra months were necessary for the planning, though that only took a few weeks. It was mostly necessary for the lavender hydrangeas to blossom, actually.

Six hours and 45 minutes later, Hermione, Grace, Ginny, Mrs. Granger, and Mrs. Weasley were all gathered in Ginny's old room in the Burrow. Hermione and George were getting married in the garden, just as the rest of the Weasley children had. Ginny was rubbing Hermione's back encouragingly; Grace was giggling (that's what you get for breaking into the champagne a little early); and Mrs. Granger and Weasley were sniffling and clinging to each other, both mumbling about their babies and how they never imagined that either would be getting married. Someone cleared his throat in the doorway.

"Ready baby?" Mr. Granger asked, tears springing to his eyes at the sight of his beautiful only daughter in her wedding gown. Hermione nodded.

The mothers scurried down the steps in order to be escorted by the ushers up the aisle. Then, with quick hugs, Ginny and Grace headed down too, lavender hydrangeas in hand. That left Hermione and her father and they hugged each other a moment before they heard the Wedding March beginning on the organ.

As Hermione walked up the aisle, arm in arm with her father, she beamed at George. He was looking dashing in his tuxedo robes but she was not looking at his clothing, she was watching his eyes, his dimples, the brightening of his face when he smiled back at her, and she knew she was going to live happily ever after with him.

A/N: Well, I know this is quick, but this is just so all of you who really disliked the dream thing can imagine this is what happened. I just don't want any of you to walk afraid from it disappointed or anything! And now, this is really really The End (no more random additions, I promise!)