A/N: This is the last chapter… except for a possible epilogue… I'm so sad. Cry Thanks to my reviewers: Sarahamanda, the Gryffindor Drummer, amrawo, AidenShadowBreeze, Weasleytwinsarehott, and dragoneyes500.

FYI: I absolutely love the name Liam! Lol random.

June 18, 1998

(Hermione's POV)

I don't think I have ever been this happy in my entire life. I have a beautiful two month old baby boy, a fantastic family, and today… today I got married. I used to think getting married was supposed to be perfect. I was right, today was perfect.

Considering I'm not in the best shape since I had Liam I just wore a black skirt and a nice top. Charlie had on a suit. I didn't have any bridesmaids. There were no groomsmen, no best man. There weren't any flowers other then the small bouquet I held. The only people who actually attended where Charlie's parents, Charlie siblings and there spouses, my parent's and, of course, Liam.

There was a priest too, but he wasn't important. During the entire ceremony everyone was laughing. However, we were only laughing because Liam wouldn't stop crying in 'Uncle Fred's' arms. Eventually I had to take Liam from Fred. All that mattered, though, was me and Charlie.

The reception was at the Burrow and it was pretty much a normal family dinner except we were all dressed kind of fancy. During dinner George got drunk and asked if he could make out with me in the closet… loudly… at the table. During the desert George passed out in the cake.

After all the food, and George, were gone Arthur put on some music and Charlie and I had our first dance. It ended with a scream from Liam. He needed his diaper changed. I made Charlie do it.

Later on, I drank some wine, kissed my husband, put out a fire Ron accidentally set. Then, I danced with my father and Harry and my husband again. Then, George woke up and came downstairs naked.

It was the best day of my life.