(I've finished yet another page! I told you it would be smooth writing from the journal entries on because I don't have to keep referring to the books. I think this is probably my favorite page that I've written for this fan fic... I'll let you guys judge that for yourselves though. Please R/R It's much appreciated and as you can see. The fiction is slowly coming to an end. I hope you enjoy what I've done with it!! Take Care!)
She was standing on a dock. Her beautiful, autumn brown, glittering hair with traces of blond was not a tangled bushy mess, but soft curls that gently danced in the moist breeze. The waves from the lake were gently patting the edges of the doc, swaying the platform in a steady slow motion, like a mother rocking her baby to sleep. Her white dress followed the movement of her hair. Her figure wasn't that of a young teenage girl, it was the figure of a woman with curves in all the right places. The sun was setting in the horizon filling the sky with pinks, blues, oranges, yellows and violets, like spilled paint across a large tapestry. The view was beautiful, it was breathtaking, but her eyes were not taking in her surroundings, they were glossy and lost in thought. A pair of hands wrapped around her waist, soft lips kissed the side of her cheek as warmth swept over her face. The loving male hands let go of her momentarily before they returned, sweeping over her shoulders. She felt him circling a thin chain with something attached around her neck. She turned to meet the man's eyes. He was wearing a white collared shirt, which he hadn't tucked into his black trousers, and he left several buttons undone, but his appearance made her heart race. Her eyes wandered to his. His magical, emerald green eyes, which she knew so very well, were soft and shimmered in the last minutes of daylight, his jet black hair ruffled in the wind making his already messy hair look even more untidy, it took her breath away. He pulled her close, his scent caused thousands of shivers to cover her body; it felt like a million fingers caressing her delicate skin. She loved this man, she loved him for so long that thoughts of loosing him caused the greatest pain; she needed him. She gently loosened their embrace and looked Harry James Potter in the eyes again before allowing herself to melt into his soft kiss.
"Its so beautiful here," Her fingers trailed to the chain around her neck and then to the object attached to the chain. "What is this Harry?"
Harry's breathing slowed, he took her hands in his and knelt down on one knee before the one woman he could see himself growing old with.
"Hermione Jane Granger… will you make me the happiest wizard and man alive by taking my hand in marriage?"
She gasped; his words took her breath away. As she took the object around the fine chain in her fingers, she now recognized that it was a ring. Tear's filled her eyes and the most heart warming, loving grin spread across her face.
"Yes Harry, yes… I want to be yours forever."
Grinning, he gathered her slender body in his strong hands and twirled her three times and placed her gently back down.
"Mr. Potter… you always manage to sweep me off my feet." She giggled.
"I'll never stop." He smiled and kissed her gently.
"Harry?" She bit her lower lip.
"Yes?"
" Was this your… did you… my journal?" she asked.
"Yes Hermione. I remembered this from your journal. Are you angry that I did it like this?"
"No Harry… its perfect… I just thought… no its silly." She looked away.
He took her face in his fingers, which asked her to look at his eyes.
"Tell me."
She hesitated for a moment.
" I just thought that maybe dreams do come true. This was in my dream and I thought… just maybe that you hadn't read this and that it just happened."
Harry smiled, his piercing emerald green eyes danced with joy.
"Dreams do come true Hermione. I have you."
She held her breath for a moment, the brushed a loose strand of jet black hair from his eyes and kissed him with everything she ever felt for him; she kissed him for his words, she kissed him for his touch, she kissed him for being her best friend, for his love and for making her complete.
"I love you Harry James Potter."
"I love you too Hermione Jane Grang-"
She put her finger to his lips and gave him her best pouting face.
He grinned and his chest filled with pride when he realized what Hermione wanted him to do.
"I love you too Hermione Jane Potter."
She sighed in relief and rested her head on his chest.
"When do you think our wedding should be?" she asked.
"Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? …But Harry there's so many people to inform and plans have to be made."
"Its all done Hermione. Your mum and Molly did most of the planning together… Ginny, Ron, Luna, your father, Arthur and I, helped with everything that needed to be done for the wedding. All that was missing was a bride."
"Oh Harry that's wonderful."
"Your not angry at me are you?"
"No… not at all. This is just so perfect. I would have been so stressed."
"That's why I decided to do it this way. You had so much happening at work that I thought we would take the weight off your shoulders and surprise you."
"This is the most amazing day ever." Harry felt her tremble slightly.
"Wait until tomorrow. I hope you'll like it."
"I know I'll love it Harry."
He took her hand in his and began to lead her towards the house.
"There's one thing that we do need your help with Hermione."
"And what would that be?"
"Molly is upstairs in the master bedroom with a dress that needs to be fitted. She said that she's fairly sure it'll fit perfectly, but she would like to see it on you before the wedding just to make sure."
She threw her arms around Harry and kissed him again.
"Thank you Harry."
Harry watched her go up the stairs.
"I love you." He called before she disappeared from view.
"Love you too." He heard her say loudly.
Harry sighed as he made himself comfortable on the couch in front of the blazing flames that danced in the fireplace.
She said yes… she wants to marry me. I'll have a wife tomorrow, a wife. Hermione Jane Potter… it sounds good I think.
He glanced over to the small wooden lamp table near the couch where several framed pictures stood. His eye's trailed from pictures of the trio during their school years, to pictures of Hermione and him alone and rested on a picture of his mother and father waltzing. His fingers curled around the picture of his parents and he brought it closer to his face to examine it better.
You'd like Hermione. Dad… you'd probably say how much Hermione reminds you of mum and mum would laugh but would secretly agree. I wish you were here to plan the wedding… Mum, you'd probably pick out the most beautiful dress for my bride and dad would throw the best wedding party. Sirius… you won't be at the wedding either. I miss you so much. I wonder if you knew that Hermione and me would be together.
"Harry… Are you okay?" She rested a hand on his shoulder and her deep brown eyes looked concerned.
"Yes… and no. I just wish,"
"I know Harry. I know you think of them often and I know you wish they could be with you, especially tomorrow. You have to remember Harry… your not alone. Your mum and your dad will be with you at the wedding… they're in your heart and always will be. Also remember that you do have a family who accepts you as their own son… they love you Harry."
Harry's throat tightened. She was right, like she always was.
"Hermione?"
"Hmm?"
"Would it be okay if both your father and Arthur walked you down the isle?"
"Oh Harry, that would be a wonderful idea. He's always been so good to me too. I just don't know how my father would take it."
"He said it would be just fine with him, that it was up to you."
"Well then it's settled."
Harry grinned and then he looked mischievously at Hermione.
"What?" she asked.
"Are you going to tell me how sexy your dress is?"
She laughed.
"Oh no… it's my turn to have some secrets from you."
"Oh is that how it's going to be?"
"Yes it is Mr. Potter."
"Fine then… No kisses for a week."
"You have to kiss me tomorrow." She grinned.
"Say's who?"
"The priest."
"Oh right… I forgot about that little detail. Well then I'll just have to make the punishment more complicated."
"And how exactly are you going to do that?"
"No wedding night."
"Really?"
"Yes really."
"Oh okay… that's not so bad then." She laughed.
"Oh you… you… little witch!" he said pulling her down on the couch and tickling her.
"No, Harry, stop… not fair… stop," she wiggled her body in an attempt to escape and managed to pin Harry's hands to the side of the couch.
"Ha!" she called out in triumph. "This little witch can do tricks."
"She better know how to bed for forgiveness." He stated sarcastically as he freed a hand and started tickling her again.
"tisk, tisk, tisk… the two lovebirds can't wait until their wedding night."
Harry peered over the side of the couch.
"Hey Ginny… couldn't help myself. This beautiful lady is just too irresistible." He grinned.
"Draco?" Harry heard footsteps and saw Malfoy appear at Ginny's side "Are you taking notes on what Harry's saying? If you don't start saying sweet things like he does… I might just un-marry you." She teased as she straightened Malfoy's tie.
"I don't need sweet words Ginny… I have things to offer that Potter will never have." He laughed.
"At least I have the better broomstick Malfoy." Harry winked and Hermione giggled.
Harry motioned for Ginny and Draco to join them.
"Not bad Potter. You're getting better with those comebacks over the years." He took Ginny under his arm and joined Harry and Hermione on the couch. Harry went to the cabinet and poured some drinks.
"Never thought I'd be a married man before you Potter."
"It's the only thing you managed to beat me at." He laughed handing Draco his drink when both the ladies declined the alcohol.
" So why is there no bachelor party?" Malfoy asked.
" After Ron's bachelor party, your bachelor party, Neville's bachelor party, Fred and George's bachelor party… I think I've had enough of them to last me a lifetime. Not to mention Hagrid's bachelor party." Harry and Malfoys face turned to a look of disgust.
"Now that was just disgusting and really disturbing." Malfoy shook his head. Harry laughed as Hermione gave him a frown.
"What did happen at those bachelor party's?"
"Trust me Granger… you don't want to know."
"I think you'll have to change our nicknames Malfoy." Harry grinned "She's not going to be Granger for much longer and you can't go around calling both of us Potter."
They all laughed.
"You could just call them by there real names Draco." Ginny suggested.
"Are you kidding babe? That would spoil the fun… no, just kidding. I guess I'll have to call you by your first names starting from tomorrow. But until then," Draco raised his glass. "To Granger and Potter. May this relationship be as happy as it always has been."
"Thank you Draco." Hermione smiled.
"No problem. Listen, Gin and me have to get going. We'll see you at the wedding." Malfoy said taking Ginny under his arm and placing his glass on the lamp table. "Thanks for the drink Potter. Don't fool around too much kids, you need your sleep for the big day and even more energy for the big night."
Harry and Hermione lead Draco and Ginny to the door and saw Molly coming down the stairs.
"Hey mum." Ginny smiled.
"Evening Mrs. Weasley." Draco nodded.
"Ginny dear… I didn't know you'd be stopping by. Good evening Draco, how many times do I have to tell you to call me mom?"
Malfoy's pale skin turned a gentle pink.
"When I've earned your trust and respect." He said softly.
There was an awkward silence.
"Well, we better go. Thanks for letting us drop by Harry, we'll be seeing you both tomorrow." Draco and Ginny left through the front door as Mrs. Weasley was getting dressed into her coat and shoes.
"Thank you for everything Molly." Harry said as he helped Mrs. Weasley into her coat. "Listen… Hermione and I made a decision and we'd like you to tell Arthur about it for us okay?"
She looked from Harry and Hermione with a puzzled expression.
"Of course dears, what could I do for you?"
"We already talked to Hermione's father and we've decided that we would be honored if Arthur and Trevor Granger both walked Hermione down the isle together."
"Oh no… we couldn't do such a thing."
"No Molly… you don't understand. You and Arthur are like a family to us and you've been like a mother to Harry and me too and same with Arthur." Hermione explained.
Mrs. Weasley's eyes filled with tears. She opened her bag and pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes.
"It would be Arthur's pleasure to walk you down the isle with your father Hermione." Molly managed to say through small sobs.
They said goodnight to one another and Mrs. Weasley gave each of them a tight squeeze and a kiss on the cheek before she too left through the front door.
The house was now quiet, but in a relaxing manner. Hermione eagerly went over to the bookshelf and found herself something to read. She settled herself down on the couch by the lamp table where she flicked the light on and began to read. Harry settled in beside her and rested his head on her lap; this was a regular ritual. Hermione would read her books, as stroke through Harry's hair, only pausing to flip a page and Harry would watch her read. Her face was always content and concentrated and sometimes she would bite her lower lip or raise an eyebrow. At times, he asked her to read to him and she would grin with pleasure and read whatever she had in her hand.
The house they were in was a vacation home Harry had purchased with some of his parents fortune. It was a beautiful old fashioned home that always had the smell of fresh wood and the most beautiful view of the lake from the patio. An elder couple owned it before Harry. They spent many precious years together in the home; it was always filled with love and joy. The woman had grown ill the past year and needed to be closer to immediate medical attention in case of an emergency; with a heavy heart they had to sell this wonderful house. The lake was the same one that brought Harry and Hermione together so it held a special place in both their hearts.
A soft thud brought Harry back from his thoughts. He realized Hermione had stopped stroking his hair and the noise he heard was the sound of Hermione's book slipping out of her hands. Harry listed himself up gently and found Hermione fast asleep, he grinned to himself. She looked so innocent and beautiful beneath the lamplight and the occasional flicker of the flames in the fireplace. He gathered her in his arms and carried her to bed where he gently pulled her socks off her feet and tucked her under the covers.
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