Hermione stared into her full length mirror. She wondered if she really had been that drunk at her hen-party. Sure, she had been all for helping Luna with her new career as a fashion designer, but this? Well, it was too late to do anything about it now. The ceremony was only two hours away. She turned and looked over her shoulder.

"Do you like it?" Luna asked; her eyes lost in the big pattern of the dress.

"It is a lovely cut…" said Hermione. "Sarah, Jenny! What do you think?"

Her two muggle-cousins/bridesmaids were shell-shocked after their meeting with the Weasley clan. George had set off several Wheezing Sticks in the hallway (Hermione could still smell the burning sandalwood). The two women, each holding a glass of fire-whiskey, nodded in unison over the dress.

Luna smiled airily at them. She herself was wearing a very slim, long dress with lots of ruffles over the chest. It was green, and it made her look like an asparagus; a very pretty asparagus, but an asparagus nonetheless.

"If you do this…" Luna rubbed Hermione's belly.

A whiff of delicious perfume exuded from the dress. It smelled like roses, she took a deep breath. Suddenly she felt calm. This wedding thing was no biggie. And the dress was gorgeous, she could not deny that.

"Calming drought-perfume," said Luna with a deep breath of her own, "George helped me to mix it, he said it was the latest thing."

"Oh, he was right," Hermione rubbed her belly and felt much better.

A sudden scream echoed trough the house. Hermione knew that sound. Her mother had stumbled on to something not meant for her eyes... again. She ran to the door, giving a shriek equal to that of her mothers.

"Harry Potter! You get your arse out of the cleaning cupboard this instant! They are not for making out in!"

"Well, duh!" said Harry's voice from the floor beside her. "Severus and I find the guest bedrooms much more comfortable. But thanks for thinking of me."

"Sorry," she blushed. "I did not see you sitting there."

"Yeah, I figured that much." He rose to his feet. "Nice dress."

Hermione smiled and rubbed herself another dose of calming drought.

"I've come for my robe," said Harry. "Luna designed one for me."

"You fell for that too?" whispered Hermione.

"I even talked Severus into doing the same," Harry smiled wickedly. "And when I say talked I mean…"

"Thank you! Not an image I want on my wedding day!"

"Sorry," he did not sound sorry at all. "Luna!"

"Oh, hi, Harry," she held out two packages to him. "Here you go."

"Thanks," he tuned to walk. "Oh! and Hermione, nice perfume!"

Hermione closed the door and looked at her cousins.

"Give me a glass of that," she said.

Five minutes later Hermione really liked her dress. She had decided that the giant roses were romantic. She twirled in front of the mirror, nearly spilling her drink, the fabric danced around her. Luna, doing loves-me-loves-me-not with the bridal-bouquet, sat admiring her work at play. A knock on the door and Ginny entered. She was not dressed in Luna-attire, but in a soft purple summer-dress.

"Your mom found Sirius and Draco in the cupboard," she informed.

"I told her not to open anything large enough to hold two persons!"

"It does not usually hold two persons," Ginny smelled the firewhiskey and poured herself a glass. "They were quite agile."

"Are they wearing their suits?" Luna asked.

"Yes," Ginny laughed. "Where did you get that red metallic fabric from?"

"Stickle cocoons," she answered as it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Ginny stared her for a couple of seconds, waiting for more. Luna went back to plucking the bouquet. A drunken giggle escaped the muggles by the wall.

"I love that perfume," said Ginny taking a breath.

"I have some in my purse too," said Luna and enlarged a spray-bottle from her tiny purse. "I use it all the time."

"That explains a lot," said Hermione rubbing her not so longer nervous belly. "Jenny, fill my glass, be a dear."

A loud crackle was heard from outside. Sarah jumped up and hurried to the window.

"Look," she slurred. "its is the cute one!"

The other girls came to join her, a little unsteady on their feet. They all looked down into the garden and the flowery decorations. One of the decorations was on fire. George was standing next to the flames, scratching his head. Some of the wedding guests were running around. Then, very calmly, Snape stepped forward and extinguished the fire with his wand.

"Can I borrow that perfume?" Hermione asked Luna. "And if you would be so kind to give some to my mother later."

"Do… do you wan me to tell my bro... brother that you tin he's cute?"

"Gi, hic, inny, dis you drin all that youself?" Hermione patted her belly.

"Nooo! Yu help… helped me!"

"You know, Ginny, you would look really sweet with a big bow on your head!"

"Aww! Yore my friend, Luna!" Ginny threw herself around Luna's neck. "I loves you!"

"I have a ribbon over here."

"You so sexy in ta dress!"

"Shes a a... as… asparagus!" hiccupped Hermione.

"Sexy as!" roared Ginny rolling on the floor.

A knock on the door made the girls lying on the floor giggle. Hermione tried to get her many petticoats in order.

"Ten minutes to showtime! Are you decent?" Sirius popped in his head. "Oh!"

"I knew you'd look handsome in that!" Luna began to tie up Ginny's hair.

"Well, thank you," Sirius smiled adjusting his foil-looking suit. "It is quite cool. Mind you, I could only get Draco to wear the pants. So ladies, are we ready?"

In a puff of calming perfume Sirius escorted Hermione out in to the garden.

"Has George hexed the grass?" she asked. "It is moving."

"Just a few more steps, poppet," he patted her hand.

Hermione tried not to laugh when she saw Harry next to Ron. His robes were purple, embroidered with fern-leaves. As Ron took her hand from Sirius she turned to see her following lining up. Her muggle-bridesmaids were flirting with George, and Luna and Ginny were actually snoging! She turned to Ron, trying not to wobble. He gave her a very nervous smile. With something between a slap and a pat she touched his face. Then she rubbed her belly for good luck.

"Hrm!" the Wizard of Peace cleared his throat.

"Dearly gathered," he began with a firm voice. "We are here so we can witness the marital bond of these souls. If any have any objections, please cast your spell now." He waited for five seconds, in which the only sound was a moan from Ginny. "Good. Then I will ask the betrothed to join hands." He pulled out his wand.

"I now bond thee, Hermione Marie Granger to Ronald Flavius Weasley." A magical thread was wrapped around their hands.

"I now bond thee, Harry James Potter to Severus Aloysius Benjamin Prince Snape." Again a magical tread exuded from the wizard's wand, this time binding Harry's and Severus hands together.

"And I now bond thee, Sirius Regulus Black to Draco Lucius Fembar Malfoy." This time the magical thread created a string between the couples harts.

"Fembar!" snorted Ron to Hermione.

"I thin isa lovely naime…" she slurred back. "Like tha concu…con, conqueror of Whiz..zz, what evar, sixteen two…" She was distracted trying to remember the year of the conquest.

"You are sloshed!" laughed Ron.

"Jus a litel!" She blushed.

"I now declare all bonded!" the Wizard of Peace raised his hands, to the guests applauds.

"About bloody time!" said Sirius, throwing Draco over his shoulder and runs towards the house.

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