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AN: So here's our beautiful day. I'm going to let you know that this chapter has a cliffie. I'm sorry about that, but I wanted to focus on their ceremony for one chapter, it's important. Next chapter...action and lemons. Promise. ;o)

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Chapter Thirty-Five
Saturday April 10th

He was getting married today. Never once in the last thirty-nine years of his life did he think this day would come. By the time he was twenty-two, the only woman he had ever loved was dead and he resigned himself to a life of sullen solitude. When he had finally completed the vows he had made to his dead love, when he had seen her son through the worst of the war, helped him stay alive so he could win, he had felt peace. Peace as his life’s blood drained from him. Peace as he slipped into nothingness. Something had kept him on this plane, though. He had woken woozy and frantically clinging to life. Being a smart man, and not particularly trusting, he had carried a bezoar, anti-venom, pain potion, and a blood replenishing potion on his person at all times for the previous half year, plus.
He had chewed the bezoar and downed the potions, but his magical core had been too weak to heal the punctures in his neck; one which had almost completely severed his carotid artery. So he had pressed a dirty, wadded up ball of yuck to his neck and resigned himself to probably bleeding out a second time. Until those caramel eyes had met his.
She didn’t know he remembered, but he did. He remembered the shock and alarm in her eyes. He remembered her frantic pleas for the medical staff to help him. What he remembered most, though was her promise. “I won’t let you die, I promise. I know what you did, I know who you are. I won’t let you die.” The words reverberated in his skull as he knotted his cravat. She was the first person in thirty-eight years who had kept a promise to him. He would spend the rest of his life keeping the promises he would make her today.
She felt fluttery. Her whole body hummed with her excitement. She was marrying today. Marrying a good man, a brave man. She was marrying for love, for family. It was more than she could have ever dreamed.
How she, Hermione Granger, had become the object of Severus Snape’s affection, she would never know. Where he really hadn’t changed in the last almost year, he had shown her a side that he had kept hidden from the world for too terribly long. The side of protector, friend, confidant…lover. He loved her, and she loved him. So, when asked if she was nervous, she told them no. When asked if she wanted to change her mind, she told them no. When asked if she was happy, the resounding yes had made them all smile.
Her daily ablutions consisted of the normal and the abnormal. She had been bathed and scrubbed pink, lotioned and powdered, plucked and prodded, and made up. She was pleased with her makeup, the girls had kept it natural and light, enhancing her already lovely features. An Impervious Charm was placed on her face because everyone said she would cry. She hoped she wouldn’t, how embarrassing to cry while you told the world you loved someone.
Ginny and Lizzie had gone in together on some very sexy knickers in ice blue (her something blue and something new) and had tucked the matching bra in her small, beaded bag she had transfigured to match her gown – for later, they had told her. She was wearing a pair of drop diamond earrings of her mother’s for something old, and Molly had borrowed her a crystal and pearl necklace that she had worn on her wedding day. She had a pair of satin slippers to wear for the reception, as the bridal party and all guests were to present themselves barefoot for the ceremony and tie their magic to the Earth and to each other.
Her hair was stunning and had taken Ginny and Lizzie almost three hours to complete. Lizzie saying over and over again that she had too much hair for her own good. A thick, loose braid crowned her head and was pinned heavily with baby’s breath. They had left tendrils loose to frame her face. The braid had been pinned with a sticking charm to one side of her head, then the rest of her mass of curls had been straightened to waves, and tucked into a loose, thick plait that fell heavy down her back, just grazing the top of her bum. In it was pinned more baby’s breath. This, coupled with her gown, left her looking like some sort of Earth goddess.
Molly had walked in and instantly burst into tears. Ron and Harry had trouble speaking until Harry finally told her she looked stunning and Ron pulled her into a warm embrace and told her softly how beautiful she looked. Lizzie and Ginny had gushed. She felt perfect. Now, she just had to wait for sunset.
There were too many flowers. White and dainty. They covered the arbor and the chairs; petals were sprinkled down the aisle and there were bunches in vases on each side and each end of the aisle as well as on each side of the arch. The thirty-odd guests felt like too much, but he didn’t see anyone he didn’t know. Most of these people were very close with his wife-to-be. Hagrid, Minerva, many Weasleys, Andromeda Tonks and the little wolf brat of Lupin’s. Most of the staff from Hogwarts. The remaining Order members. He wanted to laugh at the Malfoy’s, who looked out of place and decidedly uncomfortable. Lucius was talking with Narcissa who was sitting in a place of honor on one side of the aisle as Severus’ only family, while Draco attempted to make awkward conversation with Charlie Weasley and his date. Just a few more minutes and he and his best man could move to the wedding arbor. An officiate from the ministry was present in long, silver flowing robes. His name was Lewis, and he seemed like an okay bloke, had a lovely speaking voice. The ceremony would be nice.
He had told Hermione he wished to write his own vows – he was pretty sure she had been shocked on that account. He hoped they weren’t too sappy, but he had lots of promises to make today to this woman who had changed his life, who was giving him a family, and who was going to make a home with him. A real home. He wanted to promise her a good life, he would do everything in his power to make it so.
Lizzie Williams exited the house about five minutes later, just as the dazzling, golden sun touched the horizon. “It’s time!” she called, and she made her way to sit next to Draco as Severus and Lucius made their way to stand to the right of the officiate. A few moments later, there was a swell of piano music and Molly and Arthur Weasley (who were standing in for Hermione’s parents) made their way down the aisle. A breath after they were seated, Ginerva Weasley appeared clutching a small bundled of white roses, wearing an aquamarine colored dress. Thank goodness it wasn’t some horrible, gaudy color. The dress was made of a light, floaty material and had a sweetheart neckline that ruesched across and enhanced her bosom and slender waist (not that he was looking) and cascaded freely to the ground. It swirled around her feet and she danced lightly down the center of the chairs, smiling broadly at him, her hair swept up in an elaborate coiffure. Her eyes sparked and he couldn’t help returning her smile with a small one of his own.
Then his eyes flew back to the door as Potter and Weasley made their way through, both stopped and turned and offered a hand to the wood sprite who exited. Emotion choked him, and he batted it down by throwing up his Occlumency shields until he could control himself better. She looked stunning. Flowers and crystals and curls. Painted toes, French tipped nails, and glossy lips. She wasn’t carrying a bouquet, as both hands were occupied by her friends’. The skirt of her sexy, elegant dress swirled around her slender legs as she moved with confidence towards him. Her hair was wildly contained with tendrils framing her face, her eyes were wide and glittered with excitement and happiness and looked at him as if he was the last man on the planet. Before he knew it, she was in front of him, kissing her friends on the cheek and squeezing their hands before reaching to him. To take his hands in hers, to take him into her heart. Forever. He cleared his throat and her eyes smiled at him knowingly.
Then it started with a swirl of magic that ruffled the girls’ gowns and lifted the men’s robes. “Ladies and gentleman.” The beautiful tenor voice of the officiate started. “We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two faithful souls…” A wand was raised and a breeze blew in from the East. The tendrils of Hermione’s hair swirled around her features as their hands clung together.
“We bless this union with the gifts of the East. Communication of the heart, mind, and body, fresh beginnings with the rising of each sun. The knowledge of the growth found in the sharing of silences…”
The wind changed directions and dust motes could be seen where the sun streaked through the trees.
“We bless this union with the gifts of the South. Warmth of hearth and home, the heat of the heart’s passion, the light created by both to illuminate the darkest of times.”
The breeze was now in Severus’s face, blowing the loose tendrils of his ink colored hair back from his cheeks and jaw, most of it being captured in a black leather thong at the nape of his neck.
“Blessed be this union with the gifts of the West. The deep commitments of the lake, the swift excitement of the river, the refreshing cleansing of the rain, the all-encompassing passion of the sea.”
One last time the wind changed direction and the officiate continued in his melodic voice.
“Blessed be this union with the gifts of the North. Firm foundation on which to build fertility of the fields to enrich your lives, a stable home to which you may always return.”
The officiate completed some pretty wand-work which Hermione watched with rapt attention for a moment before a warmth coursed beneath their feet and spread up their legs until their entire beings were encompassed with it. Even though the wind was now still, both his and Hermione’s hair and clothing moved with the crackle of magic – their magic binding together.
“The bride and groom may now share their vows.”
Hermione started, and to her chagrin, she would indeed cry. They were tears of joy, of love, and of happiness. “Severus, I choose you. I choose you and no other. I choose you to be no other than yourself, as I love what I know of you just as you are. I choose you because I trust who you are and who you will become. I will respect you and honor you, always, in all ways. I take you to be my husband, and I give you myself as your wife. To have and to hold, in grief and in happiness, in sickness and in health. I promise to love and cherish you from this day until my last breath; in this world and in the next.” A single tear rolled down her cheek and he raised his hand to cup her face and wipe it away with his thumb and gave her a gentle smile.
He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before starting his own. “Hermione, I came here today to give myself to you and to receive you into me. I promise to give you the best of myself and to never ask for more than you can give. I promise to respect you as your own person and to realize that your interests, desires, and needs are no less important than my own. I promise to share with you my time and my attention and to bring joy, strength, and imagination to our relationship. I promise to keep myself open to you, to let you see through the window of my world into my innermost fears and feelings, secrets, and dreams. I promise to grow along with you, to be willing to face changes in order to keep our relationship alive and exciting. I promise to love you in good times and in bad, with all I have to give and all I feel inside in the only way I know how.” More tears were sliding down her cheeks, and his other hand left hers to cup both sides of her face in his long fingers. He caught another tear before continuing so only she could hear him.
“You and our daughter will be my life. I will protect and keep you until the end of time. I thank you for giving myself back to me, and I will spend the rest of my life showing you how grateful I am to have you.” She nodded, and a choke of emotion escaped her throat, causing many in the crowd to sniffle and make happy sighs even though the hadn’t heard his last few sentences. She pursed her lips in attempts to control her emotions and reached a hand up to wrap around one wrist before leaning up to kiss him gently on the lips.
“You’re supposed to wait until the end to kiss.” A wobbly voice came from the crowd. A rumble of tearful chuckles helped break the intensity of the beautiful moment as the officiate stepped forward again.
“Hermione, you have a ring for Severus?” She nodded and turned to Ginny who handed her a simple, yellow-gold band.
“It was my father’s,” she whispered. “I hoped you would wear it.”
“Of course, I would be honored.” He raised his left hand and she slipped the ring on his finger with a watery smile.
“I will now ask Hermione and Severus to join their left hands. Ginerva and Lucius, please take their right hands with yours.” A simple, silver and gold ribbon was conjured with more pretty wand-work and draped across their joined hands. “As this knot is tied, so are your lives now bound. Severus Tobias and Hermione Jean, woven into this cord, into its very fibers, are all the hopes of your friends and family, and of yourselves, for your new life together.” The ribbon magically wound around their hands again. “With the entwining of this knot do I tie all the desires, dreams, love, and happiness wished here in this place to your lives for as long as love shall last.” The cord twisted and knotted again. “By this cord you are thus bound to your vow. May this knot remain tied for as long as love shall last. May this cord draw your hands together in love, never to be used in anger. May the vows you have spoken never grow bitter in your mouths.”
A final time and the ribbon glowed hot and bright. “Two entwined in love, bound by commitment and fear, sadness and joy, by hardship and victory; anger and reconciliation, all of which brings strength to this union. Hold tight to one another through both good times and bad, and watch as your strength grows. Remember that it is not this physical cord, but what it represents, that keeps you together. You are now bonded for life.” The heat and light intensified as the officiate finished the hand fasting vows. When the last consonant sounded, the ribbon seemed to melt into their hands and wrists as the light burst forth and encompassed the whole of the gathering. Hermione looked around in wonder before her eyes met his. He smiled fully at her, crooked teeth and all.
“I present to you Mister and Madam Severus Snape.” The officiate seemed surprised at the intensity of the glowing light, as well. “You may now kiss your bride.”
Severus chuckled and pulled her to him with one hand on each hip, dropping his mouth lightly to hers. She reached up to wind her slender arms around his neck and returned the kiss sweetly. A few brief seconds later, they parted with silly smiles and bright eyes. Fingers entwined, they turned to face their witnesses who applauded and whistled and shot bubbles out of their wands as the couple receded back down the aisle.
“You go nowhere alone with him. Promise me, wife,” Severus whispered into her ear about forty-five minutes later. She shivered, loving the new term of endearment. The meal was over, and had been light and delicious. Champagne and wine and beer was floating around on magically refilling trays along with snacks for those who stayed to dance, which was almost everyone. A magical deejay played Muggle and Wizarding music back to back and many people were dancing and enjoying themselves. Currently, Severus held his beautiful bride in his left arm with hers draped over his shoulders, their right hands were entwined and held against his chest as they moved gracefully around the floor. He was having a hard time remembering that they still had to figure out if Lucius had been there when Hermione had been captured, so caught up was he in his young bride’s beauty and his desire to make the party more private. He pressed his left hand to the small of her back indicating he wanted her closer. She settled against him and he was surprised to feel the small round firmness of her womb pressing against his groin.
“I can feel your baby bump,” he said softly.
“I’m starting to show,” she said quietly. “We probably won’t be able to keep it a secret for too much longer once we return to school. I am sixteen weeks on Monday, and with all the weight I’ve lost, it’s going to become quite prominent within the next six to eight weeks or so.”
“You’ve gained some weight this last month,” he returned, still keeping their conversation intimate as he led her around the floor.
“Don’t remind me, I’m up seventeen pounds!”
He almost laughed at the horror in her voice. “You can stand to gain the weight, Hermione. You lost, what, almost thirty-five pounds since your parents passed?”
She looked ashamed for a moment and he dipped his mouth to hers, kissing her sweetly. “Thirty,” she admitted.
“So you could easily stand to gain another twenty five and only be up ten or twelve pounds from your original weight. Poppy told you she wanted to see you back up to your original weight plus.”
She gave a low growl and narrowed her eyes at him. “If my appetite continues the way it has been the last four weeks, there will be no issue with that, not that I like it. Can we stop talking about me getting fat?”
He tossed his head back and laughed merrily, causing numerous people around them to smile at them and tinkle their glasses for another kiss. He obliged only too willingly, this time with a more inappropriate snog that left her feeling decidedly breathless as it drew wolf whistles and cat calls from their friends. She was blushing prettily when he pulled away.
“Pink is a stunning color on you,” he murmured against her forehead. “Have I told you how utterly perfect you look today?”
She smiled into his neck before placing a kiss on his jaw. “Only about a dozen times,” she whispered.
“Here he comes,” Severus’s arms tightened around her briefly and he felt her tremble slightly before watching her steel her nerves. “Be ready.” He heard her cancel the glamor over the scar on her arm.
“Ah, Severus, my friend. Do you mind if I take your bride for a twirl around the dance floor?” The haughty tones of Lucius made Hermione’s tummy flip, but she looked up at him with a demure smile as Severus answered.
“Of course, Lucius.” He twirled Hermione out from his body before bowing over their joined hands and passing her to the elder Malfoy.
The man elegantly pulled her into a formal hold, and she didn’t miss how he looked at her scar curiously before turning his attention to her. “You look lovely today, Miss Granger.”
“It’s Madam Snape, actually, sir,” Hermione answered with a quirk of an eyebrow. “Just today, actually,” she smiled and he gave a low chuckle. “Thank you for the compliment, though, Mr. Malfoy.”
“Oh, I think we’ve moved on past formalities, don’t you, Hermione?” The way he said her name made her feel queasy. She pushed past it.
“If you say so, Lucius.”
They moved around the dance floor silently for a few moments, she saw him looking at her scar again.
“Does this bother you, Lucius?” She indicated the puckered pink lines.
“No, not at all. Scars are meant to be born with pride,” he started. “I’m just surprised how clean it looks after being opened twice.”
There. She had him. Instead of making her feel triumphant, she felt panic rising and knew she needed to get away from him as quickly as possible. She tried to pull away, but he held her fast. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
“Loo,” she said quickly, the horrendous endearment made her head swim after just receiving confirmation that he was one of her attackers. “I’m sorry, being pregnant makes it urgent on occasion.”
“By all means.” He let her go with a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He didn’t even realize he had made a mistake. She whirled away from him and had to check herself so she didn’t bolt from the tent. She was almost to the house when Severus caught up with her.
“Hermione!” He exclaimed.
She turned to him and all but launched herself into his arms, fear overtaking any pleasure of catching one of her captors. “He called me sweetheart.” Her breath hitched in her throat and she coughed gently to try and dispel it. “He commented that my scar looked good for being opened twice.”
Severus had gone very still. Dangerously still. Lucius was not one for terms of endearment. Especially with people he barely knew. Definitely not with people he didn’t like – and he did not like Hermione. If he had called Hermione sweetheart, he knew what it meant to her. There was no way he could know, unless he had been a part of it. That, coupled with the fact that very few people had known her scar had been reopened during her capture, and he knew this was it. His heart sank even as ice started to flow through his veins. He closed his eyes, trying not to gag on his own tongue. There’s no way he could know unless he’d been a part of it. Resignation settled over his being. He knew what he would have to do.
Hermione noticed his change of mood, but she said nothing as she continued to cling to him, trying to force her body to relax. “He was one of them,” she said quietly after a long time.

“He had to have been. There’s no other reason for it, it wasn’t a mistake. Lucius Malfoy doesn’t make those kinds of mistakes.”

“You’re going to kill him, aren’t you.” It was more of a statement than a question.
“Yes.” The word spun out on a menacing hiss.
Closing her eyes to block the screaming in her heart about how wrong it was, Hermione whispered. “Good.” She wanted him dead.
Wedding Dress
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Yule Ball Gown
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Hair Front
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Hair Back
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Bridesmaid gown (only floor length)
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-Italicized - Blessings from the Four Directions - Unknown
-Hermione's vows were based off an Unknown author's work entitled "I Choose You." I embellished and altered some wording. Italicized are word for word.
-Italicized vows by Severus written by Dorothy R. Colgan
-Italicized - Scottish Hand-fasting Ceremony - Unknown
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