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Author’s Note: This fic is set seven years after Harry,
Ron and Hermione’s graduation. I urge the shippers of H/H and D/G to look
past the, well, lack of it. This is my first piece of fanfiction and I
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Chapter One: Of Weasleys and Weddings
"Hermione! Are you almost done?" Ron yelled, waiting
in the living room. "It starts in five minutes!"
I was in our bedroom upstairs. I had come home from work
only an hour earlier and had almost no time to prepare myself. After a
quick shower, I was frantically trying to flatten my hair. Since Hogwarts,
it managed to tame itself, but still retained a few of its former characteristics.
I made a mental note to myself to buy some new Sleekeasy’s Hair Potion
next time I was in Diagon Alley. "I’m coming… Just wait please." I grabbed
my Ministry report from the dresser and rushed downstairs to where Ron
"Took you long enough," he said, kissing my cheek. "You
look beautiful." He had changed into more formal robes, but still managed
to stay casual. Ron hated formality.
"Thanks," I replied. "I’m sorry, I wanted to freshen
up so I don’t look like I work twenty-four hours a day." We smiled at
each other, knowing full well that if I could work for twenty-four hours
a day, I would. I walked to the corner of the room, pulled up the floorboard
and put my report inside, sealing the compartment shut with my wand.
Tonight was the tri-monthly dinner that we all attended.
The Weasleys were all on different schedules. Getting them together was
tough, but Ron’s parents managed to do a good job of bringing us together
every few months to catch up and stay in touch. We were spread around
even though Bill had transferred to the Gringotts bank in Diagon Alley.
Charlie was still the furthest away in Romania with his wife, Samantha.
Though Ginny, with Harry, still lived near us, she traveled
so often that her schedule was almost impossible to coordinate. She became
an entertainment reporter for Witchbeat after outgrowing her shy
and reserved personality in her school days. Often, though, there were
a few articles about herself in the magazine because of her relationship
with the famous heartthrob, Harry Potter. During her sixth year, she had
finally confessed to Harry what she felt (though he already had a sneaking
suspicion) so he wouldn’t leave Hogwarts not knowing. They began dating
two years after Ginny herself graduated Hogwarts. Five years later and
they were still together. As for Harry, he played alongside Ron on the
Chudley Cannons, a team who moved up in the league since they got Harry
as a Seeker and Ron as a Keeper.
Ron and I married five years after graduating Hogwarts.
In fact, our second wedding anniversary is in a few weeks. I used to have
such a schoolgirl crush on him during my early years and I think he had
begun to suspect something after we had that awful row the night of theYule
Ball. Our friendship became a bit strained after I told him that my parents
and I were going to vacation in Bulgaria that summer. But we had no time
to quarrel in our last three years at Hogwarts; the Dark War had gotten
to us all. But I’ll never forget that last day in our seventh year, when
he first asked me if I wanted to go on a date with him after our graduation
ceremony. He was stumbling over his words and his ears glowed an amazing
shade of red. His eyes kept darting behind me and when I turned around
I caught Harry, Seamus and Dean, all sitting on one of the couches, giving
him encouraging looks and a thumbs up each. When they saw me looking,
they looked like deer caught in headlights and quickly turned to open
the upside-down books in front of them. I still tease him about that,
but he just smiles as if recalling a fond memory.
Ron reached for the Floo powder jar by our fireplace.
"Are you sure you have everything?" he asked. I nodded. "Here goes then."
He tossed some powder into the fire, which glowed a bright
emerald green. "Ladies first," he said, gesturing me into the fire. I
stepped in and shouted, "The Burrow!" Keeping my arms tucked in and my
eyes closed, I felt myself being transported. I disliked traveling by
Floo powder, but it was safer than Apparating and easier than a Portkey
enchantment. A few seconds later, I stumbled out of the fireplace in the
Burrow’s kitchen to find myself being steadied by Harry.
"Hermione!" He grabbed me in a big bear hug and lifted
me well off my feet. "Haven’t seen you since I got back from the Caribbean."
I laughed and returned the hug. "Well, if you weren’t
always off gallivanting somewhere with my sister-in-law, I’d see you more
"Who’s talking about gallivanting?" Ginny stood by Harry’s
side with a grin on her face. Harry let me go and she stepped forward
to give me a hug too.
I felt Ron come out the fire from behind me and let Ginny
go so she could rush and almost attack him with a hug. Harry followed
suit, but instead of a hug, he and Ron simply clapped each other on the
back a few times. Ginny and I rolled our eyes at each other.
"You’re here!" I heard. Molly and Arthur came into the
kitchen and greeted us. They were beginning to show their age, having
been grandparents for six years already. Arthur’s hairline was non-existent
and Molly had that glow that grandmothers get when they had the chance
to spoil their grandchildren. "Dinner’s almost done here; we were just
saying hello to Bill and Abby in the living room."
"Abby?" inquired Ron.
"Bill’s girlfriend of the month," whispered Ginny into
Molly frowned at Ginny. "You kids go on ahead and say
hi to the others. I’ll finish up in here." She herded us towards the living
"Harry, can I talk to you for a second?" asked
Arthur, beckoning Harry into another room on the opposite side of the
The rest of us walked out into the living room leaving
Molly behind to put the finishing touches on the dinner. The Burrow was
much nicer looking since the times I had visited it during our Hogwarts
days. Since Voldemort’s second defeat in our seventh year, Arthur accepted
the promotion at the Ministry and had escalated upwards ever since. He
became the Minister a few years later, and the Weasleys have long lost
their status as a poor wizarding family.
I saw Bill with a brown-haired girl I had never seen
before, Fred and a very pregnant Angelina, and Percy with Penelope and
two of their kids, Emma and Charlotte. Their eight-month-old daughter
was nowhere to be seen. The two girls threw themselves at Ron while we
exchanged greetings with Percy and Penelope.
"Where’s Bethanie tonight?" asked Ron.
"Home with a sitter," replied Percy glumly.
"She’s a little sick so we thought it’d be safer if she didn’t come."
Percy’s tight work schedule alongside me at the Ministry of Magic allowed
him little leisure time, and all of it was spent with his family.
I had seen Percy already that day at the Ministry so
I walked over to Angelina. "Oh, Hermione, I feel like I’m going to just
fall over any second," she wailed. I tried to embrace her but her large
belly was in the way. Fred came over to us after chatting with Ron about
the Cannons’ future games.
"It’ll all be worth it when they arrive, dear," he said,
putting an arm around her waist. Angelina and Fred looked so different
that we all wanted to know what the twins would look like when they were
born. Fred’s red hair and fair skin were completely different from Angelina’s
black locks and chocolate complexion. The two had married in the same
year as George and Katie (though still many months apart) after Fred and
George successfully established Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes in Hogsmeade.
They had settled down and each pair owned a flat near the store.
"I know," she replied. "I can’t wait till I can get back
into Quidditch. My team needs me!" Angelina played for the Falmouth Falcons.
"I’ve been keeping track of their game," she explained to me, "and they’re
not faring so well while I’m pregnant and Katie’s gone to a reserve status."
Katie Bell had taken to being a reserve player on the Falmouth Falcons
a few months after she gave birth to Alden. The two former Gryffindor
Chasers had gone on into professional Quidditch along with Alicia Spinnet,
who had been snapped up by another team. Last I heard, she was still together
with Lee Jordan.
"Where’re the others?" I asked.
"Charlie and Samantha are using a Portkey so they’ll
be here soon…" Fred answered. Two thumps and a happy voice that could
be identified as Molly drifted from the kitchen into the living room.
"And I think George and Katie have just arrived."
Sure enough, George and Katie walked in a moment later
accompanied by Alden who was hanging onto Katie by her neck. It was unsafe
to let little kids travel by themselves using Floo powder. "Hello, hello!"
cried George. Alden detached himself from Katie’s hand and ran over to
the rest of his cousins.
"We come bearing gifts," said Katie. She carried a small
parcel over to Angelina. "This is from Alicia. She says she’s sorry she
couldn’t make it to the shower." Angelina opened the gift and held up
two small jumpers, one pink and one blue. The fronts were enchanted to
change pictures every few seconds. Everyone was oohing and aahing when
Charlie and Samantha made their appearance in our midst, holding onto
an old book, along with six year old Leo and four year old Maddie. The
living room was getting crowded.
Harry walked in alone, looking grim. I saw Ron shoot
him a questioning look, but he simply shook his head and mouthed, Later.
He joined Bill and Abby in the corner and began to strike up a conversation
I was chatting with Percy and Charlie about dragon skin
and its uses when Molly hollered, "Dinner’s ready!" There was sudden stampede
towards the dining room where delicious aromas were emanating.
"Gather around everyone," said Arthur. We took our appropriate
places around the table with Molly and Arthur at either end. Almost instantly,
we began talking and comparing stories.
Penelope and Samantha had engaged Angelina in a discussion
about having children and how it changed their lives. "You will be
so amazed at what it’s like," Penelope was saying. (Katie chimed
in from the other end of the table with, "And you lose a lot of sleep!")
Thank goodness I wasn’t going through that yet. I couldn’t imagine not
being able to work for so long. I once confided this to Ginny, who simply
just gave me an incredulous look, then left it alone after realizing it
was me speaking. It’s well known that I love my work.
"Then Jackson passed back to Clifford but by then Chang
had already gotten the Snitch! It was so close." Ron was relating
last month’s Cannons vs. Arrows match to Charlie. "Of course we would
have won but Harry was off in the Caribbean." Harry looked apologetic
as he took a piece of the turkey pie. I couldn’t help but notice that
he looked a little tense.
"Emma, dear, have some more peas. They’re good for you."
Molly, of course.
Percy was telling me, "And then he just dumped the papers
on my desk and asked me to finish them within the hour. The hour! As if
I could write up a report of world wide wizarding trade relations within
Bill was near the end of the table with Abby. I could
catch little snippets of their conversation. "And that’s Katie, she’s
George’s wife… Leo over there is the oldest of the nieces and nephews,
he’s six… That’s Harry. Oh, of course, you know who he is… That’s
Ron’s wife, Hermione, she’s part of the Research of Dark Arts Defense
Department at the Ministry…" Abby was nodding and looking as if she was
concentrating, trying to memorize every fact Bill gave her.
"Excuse me, can I have your attention, please?" Arthur
stood up, clinking his spoon on his wineglass. He waited for us to quiet
down. "Prior to dinner tonight, Harry asked me if he could make an important
announcement during dinner." His eyes twinkled. "Harry?"
Harry stood up, walked a few feet away from the table
and gestured for Ginny to stand alongside him. The rest of us gave each
other grins and nudges. We had a pretty good idea of what was going to
"Ginny," he began, his voice wavering. "I first saw you
when I was eleven chasing after the Hogwarts train at King’s Cross."
His voice steadied. "I knew you as Ron’s sister in my second year
when we grew closer after I came to your rescue in the Chamber of Secrets."
We laughed. Abby looked puzzled. "We became close friends in fifth year,"
he paused with a knowing look on his face, "and then something more
after we graduated." He got down on one knee, pulled out a small velvet
box and smiled nervously as Ginny gave a little squeal of excitement.
We, particularly the wives at the table, stared in awe at the huge, sparkling
diamond,. "Virginia Weasley, will you do me the honour of being my
wife?" His last few words were drowned out as we whooped and catcalled
around the table.
She let out what sounded like an "Of course!" and promptly began
to cry. Harry chuckled, relieved, and gathered her into his arms. We cheered
louder when he put the ring on her finger. ("That’s one big rock,
Ginny!" whooped Fred.) Following the others, Ron grabbed my hand
and pulled me towards the newly engaged pair to congratulate them.
* * *
"So when’s the wedding, Harry?" asked Bill,
"Hmm?" Harry looked dazed. "Oh, uh… Ginny?"
Ginny turned to him from her conversation with Angelina
and Katie. "Oh, a spring wedding would be nice. You know what’d be
wonderful though - a sort of winter wonderland kind of theme. Maybe we
could enchant the hall to let down a bit of snow? Though summer would
be nice: an outdoors reception and everything…"
Fred leaned over to Harry who looked a little alarmed.
"Just let her do everything. Trust me."
"Are you sure you’re all full?" Molly asked
us for the third time.
"Please, Mum, I can’t eat another bite," said
Ron. Those around the table heartily agreed with him.
"Molly, you’ve certainly outdone yourself this time,"
said Samantha. She was sitting nestled into Charlie’s shoulder.
Penelope, who we all enjoyed referring to as a ‘Miniature
Molly,’ turned to her two daughters, "What do you say, kids?"
"Thanks, Gramma," they chorused. Percy grinned
proudly and reached out to tousle Charlotte’s hair.
"Percy," groaned Charlie, "I only wish
my kids were as well-behaved as yours." His kids, Maddie and Leo,
gave him patronizing looks.
Ron bent over to me. "When we have kids," he
whispered, "let’s have them go wild, okay?"
I smiled and whispered back, "Let’s also buy them
lots of books." He grimaced and turned back to the table.
I looked at those around me. Molly and Arthur sat together
at the head of the table, playing with a few of their grandchildren. Ginny
was showing off her ring to Charlie and Bill. Fred and George were running
around with Percy’s little girls. And Harry… Harry was staring off into
space, fiddling with a fork in his hand. I frowned. Something was wrong.
I had dismissed his behavior as anxiety with the proposal but I now knew
that wasn’t it.
I had no time think, though, because at that moment,
someone knocked on the front door. We all looked at each other, no one
really wanting to have to go answer. Finally, Charlie sighed. "I’ll
He left us and a few moments later we heard the door
open. We heard a happy "Hello!" from Charlie, then a low voice
speaking in earnest. Charlie came back into the dining room. "Harry,
Ron, Hermione," he said. "Remus Lupin’s here. He wants to speak
Ron and I looked at each other puzzled, but Harry simply
nodded and rose to meet Remus. After excusing ourselves, we followed.