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The Wedding	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3787 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from J K Rowling's fantastic books or films, I'm just borrowing and playing with them for a little while and get no monetary reward for doing so.

Chapter List
- 1-The Wedding
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A/N: You may have already read this story as I originally posted it under the HP/HG category. However, although 99% of the story is about them (which I and my beta thought qualified it as a Harry/Hermione story), as the story doesn't have the ending that the shippers wanted they insist the story should be moved. As I have no idea how to move a story I instead deleted and reposted here in the general M/F section. To the couple of readers that actually did leave me a review that wasn't just a criticism of where I posted, I apologise for losing your reviews and want to thank you for taking the time to review.

To my beta Mamacita - thanks for everything as usual.

Hermione sat wiggling her toes, waiting for the nail polish to dry so she could add a second coat. She gingerly touched her face. The mask seemed to be set. She sighed and stood up to head to the bathroom, careful not to knock her carefully painted toenails on the way. Once in the small room, she looked into the mirror, surveying what she could see.
An unruly bush of unmanageable curly hair held back by a wide black hair band surrounded the clay-white face like a halo. Her brown eyes, the one thing about herself that she considered even vaguely attractive, looked morosely through the white face mask.
She filled the basin with lukewarm water and picked up her flannel, looking once more at her reflection as she dipped the cloth before laying it on her face. She wished she looked happier, considering tomorrow was supposed to be the best day of her life, but for some reason, Hermione was having to fight tears.
It’s just stress, she thought to herself. You’ll be fine tomorrow. It’ll be perfect, and it’ll go so fast you won’t have time to worry.
But she knew that wasn’t true. She worried about everything. She always had done. She couldn’t help being a perfectionist; it was what made her who she was. But at times like this, it brought her close to a nervous breakdown.
She finished washing off the mask and looked with displeasure at her skin. She didn’t have Ginny’s pale, creamy complexion and freckles, that went so well with her stunning red hair; no, Hermione had a strange complexion and her freckles looked awful – too numerous to be called cute. No one had ever called her cute, not even Ron.
She picked up the moisturiser and carefully covered her face in it. She was only twenty-five but she knew the value of good skin care; she had been taking care of it since she was fifteen. Finished, she pulled off the headband and used it to tie back the unruly mop. She was going to need a whole bottle of Sleekeazy’s hair tonic tomorrow at this rate.
She looked at her toes. The polish was dry and undamaged, so she could do the second coat. She switched off the light and headed back toward the lounge. En route, she stopped in the kitchen to get a bottle of wine and a glass. For a moment she wondered if she should be drinking like this, alone and at home, but she poured a glass anyway. She was the one who had wanted to be alone tonight. Just about everyone she knew had invited her to stay, from her parents to the Headmistress of Hogwarts, but tonight — her last night — she needed and wanted to be alone.
A noise — a low, insistent buzzing — broke Hermione out of her thoughts. She looked confused for a moment, then realised it was the doorbell. She didn’t get many visitors and had had trouble recognizing the sound for what it was.
Frowning, she put down the glass and bottle and went to open the door. Whoever it was could go away; she didn’t want to see anyone until she had no choice. This was her last chance to ever be alone, and she wanted to savour it quietly without anyone wanting to discuss tomorrow’s events. She pulled the door open, quite prepared to be rude if need be, but stopped when she saw her visitor.
Harry Potter was leaning against her door, looking almost as unhappy as she did. He looked at her with a small smile and shrugged.
Hermione gave a loud, put-upon sigh. ‘Come in,’ she said resignedly, knowing that her last chance for being alone had gone. How could she turn away her best friend when he looked so bloody miserable?
‘I’m sorry, Hermione, I know you wanted to be alone tonight, but I didn’t know where else to go.’ Harry sounded as miserable as he looked.
He followed her back into the lounge and dumped himself on her sofa. Hermione went to the kitchen and retrieved another wineglass.
‘I thought you were supposed to be spending tonight with Ron and the other Weasley males,’ Hermione said.
Harry nodded. ‘I was. But I began to feel claustrophobic there. All the talk was about tomorrow. I needed to get away.’ He picked up his glass and had a sip of the wine. ‘I completely understand why you didn’t want to see anyone, Hermione. Do you really mind me being here?’ He sounded rueful.
Hermione shook her head. ‘No, of course not. Although if you had turned up ten minutes ago I might have. I had my face mask on then and looked a fright.’ She grinned at him as she shook her nail polish bottle.
‘I can imagine. Here,’ Harry said, reaching out for the bottle. ‘Let me do that. I can at least be of some help if I’m going to stay.’
Hermione shook her head in surprise but moved to sit with Harry on the sofa, putting her feet in his lap as she passed him the bottle. She picked up her wineglass and drank while she watched Harry carefully paint her toenails.
‘Nice colour,’ he said approvingly. ‘You’re going to look beautiful tomorrow.’
‘Where did you learn to do that?’ Hermione asked impressed. ‘I can’t imagine Ron ever painting my nails.’
Harry looked a bit sheepish. ‘I do Ginny’s all the time. I’ve got a bit of a thing about feet, actually. I can give you a foot massage if you’re interested.’
‘Mmm. Lucky Ginny. I wish Ron was more like you. Perhaps you can have a word with him.’ She sighed as Harry massaged her feet.
‘You’ve got lovely feet, Hermione,’ he said.
Hermione blushed and giggled. ‘I’ll take your word for it. I’m not really into feet.’
Soon they were relaxed, chatting about all sorts of things, although making sure to steer away from the subject of tomorrow; Hermione had to admit she was glad she wasn’t alone after all. With Harry here to take her mind off things, she felt happier than she had done for days.
She looked at the clock. It was almost one a.m. She got up and picked up the empty bottle and glasses and headed for the kitchen.
‘I suppose we should think about going to bed,’ she told Harry. ‘Long day tomorrow.’
Harry was waiting for her when she re-entered the lounge, looking more serious than he had for hours.
‘What’s the matter, Harry?’ she asked gently.
‘Do you think we’re doing the right thing?’ Harry asked anxiously.
Hermione sighed. ‘I’ve been wondering the same thing,’ she admitted. ‘I think it’s just nerves, but . . . .’
Harry wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight. ‘What if it isn’t? What if it’s wrong?’
‘It’s too late now, Harry.’
‘Is it?’
Hermione looked at him in surprise. ‘Of course it is. Tomorrow—’
‘I’m well aware of what’s happening tomorrow,’ he said unhappily. ‘But I need to know, Hermione — I need to be sure.’
‘Oh, Harry—’
Harry cut off her protestation with a kiss. It was soft and warm and took her breath away. A moment later Hermione had wrapped her arms around Harry in return and was initiating another kiss.
‘Hermione . . . .’ Harry whispered.
‘Shhh,’ Hermione managed.
‘You do understand, don’t you?’ he asked some time later.
Hermione nodded and led him to the bedroom.

*

‘So do you think we made the right decision?’ Hermione asked. Her head rested on Harry’s chest as they lay in bed.
Harry’s hand gently stroked her arm where his was wrapped around her.
‘Hmmm.’ He seemed to ponder for a moment, then said with a mischievous smile, ‘I’m not sure. After all, that was a bit frantic. Perhaps we can try it all again more slowly, just to be sure?’
Hermione laughed and turned to plant a kiss on his lips. ‘Whenever you’re ready,’ she whispered, her hand reaching down to grasp his semi-tumescent cock.
Harry groaned with pleasure. ‘Suck me?’ he asked hopefully.
Hermione looked at him biting her lip for a moment then grinned and scooted down the bed to take his cock into her mouth.
‘Oh, baby!’ he moaned with pleasure, his hands twining through her hair to pull her deeper onto him, sighing happily as her tongue laved at his cock, which soon returned it to a fully erect state.
‘My turn now,’ he growled with desire. He pushed Hermione onto her back and spread her legs.
‘So beautiful,’ he whispered as he gazed at the soft pink folds. His fingers brushed gently down her slit before he added his tongue, enjoying Hermione’s moan of desire.
This time, their lovemaking was slower, more measured, each exploring the other’s responses to all that they did; the frantic coupling of earlier in the night was almost forgotten. As the night drew to a close they lay sated in each other’s arms, watching as the dawn broke.
‘We need to sleep,’ Hermione said as she lay wrapped happily in Harry’s arms. She kissed him gently on the lips and closed her eyes. For a while Harry lay there holding her, listening to her breathing slow as she fell asleep and feeling his own eyelids grow heavy.

*

‘What’s the time?’ Hermione asked, looking blearily around at the clock on the bedside cabinet. The red neon numbers read eight-thirty a.m. She groaned. ‘I suppose I’d better get up.’
‘Not just yet. Come here.’ Harry pulled her back down, his lips finding hers.
Hermione giggled. ‘Harry! Stop it. I’ve got to be at the Burrow at ten. And you’ve got to get to the Leaky Cauldron!’
‘Plenty of time yet,’ Harry said, hugging her tighter.
‘I have to go to the loo.’
‘Are you going to come back to bed after?’ Harry asked. He pushed Hermione beneath him, pinning her to the bed. ‘Go on, promise you’ll come back to bed,’ he said seductively.
Hermione considered and nodded.
‘Say it,’ Harry insisted.
‘Oh Harry, I need to go—’
‘Say it, Hermione.’
‘Yes, I’ll come back to bed. Now let me go.’
Harry released her and Hermione rushed to the bathroom. A few minutes later she was back in the bed.
‘Just once more,’ Harry said as he pulled her down under him.
Once more turned into twice more, plus extras as they made love again in the shower. By the time they finally left Hermione’s flat they had only a few minutes to spare.
‘So, did we make the right decision?’ Harry asked. He pulled her into his arms for one final kiss.
Hermione looked at him for a moment and smiled. ‘I think so, don’t you?’
Harry nodded and his mouth found hers, passionately capturing her tongue as his pressed forcefully into her mouth.
‘See you later,’ she whispered, her hand gently stroking his face.
Harry finally released her and she grabbed some Floo powder from a pot on the mantelpiece and threw it into the fire. She stepped into the now-green flames and clearly said, ‘The Burrow.’ She waved as she disappeared. Immediately after, Harry Flooed to the Leaky Cauldron.

*

Hermione walked down the aisle on her father’s arm, smiling happily. As she looked ahead she could see Harry and Ron, both so handsome in their formal robes. They were smiling, too. She turned to look at Ginny, who was walking behind her, and then around at the guests. She was nervous but knew this really was going to be the best day of her life. As she reached the boys she grinned at a beaming Harry, who nodded his approval.
In front of them stood a wizard in dark blue robes. He looked at the group. ‘Do you, Hermione Jane Granger, take Ronald Bilius Weasley to be your husband?’
Hermione smiled and nodded her head. ‘I do,’ she said clearly.

*

She and Ron stood holding hands as they watched Harry and Ginny go through the same ceremony they themselves had completed only minutes before.
She looked again at her best friend and her husband and knew she had made the right choice. As much as she loved Harry, Ron was her soul mate; and she knew now that she would never want anyone but him ever again.

A/N: I’m not a Harry/Hermione shipper, but I couldn’t help but think that after all those years of friendship they were both going to have a moment where they wondered whether they should have been together (I mean, it nearly happened a couple of times in the books, especially in Book 7 where they came pretty close). When better for that moment to happen but the day before they’re both due to get married? It would be intense and passionate and I’m sure they would do it every way possible for as long as possible so Hermione (and Harry, of course) could get an objective response. Yes, they cheated on Ron and Ginny, but in the end, they made the correct choice . . . I guess. I think my problem is that I’m not keen on the canon pairings either.
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