Chapter 9-At Last
Together now were Harry and Hermione sitting in a limousine on their way to the reception hall. Both sat side by side in silence for a few moments.
"You look absolutely gorgeous. I never have seen something more beautiful," Harry spoke honestly to Hermione.
Hermione blushed. She didn't know why she kept blushing. She was never one of those silly blushing girls, but somehow Harry's simple words turned her into one of those girls she despised as a child. "Thank you," She whispered and then replied more strongly, "You don't look half bad yourself. Actually you look quite dashing in a tux. I don't know why you hate dressing up. It suits you so well."
"The reason I don't is because I hate wearing a tie. You wouldn't know the pains of having to wear this outfit. It's so uncomfortable."
"Oh, like wearing a dress is all a walk in a park. I hate wearing dresses. The way they feel…ugh. I hate it. I don't feel like I am in my own skin. It's just not me," Hermione told him.
"Yeah, but you don't feel imprisoned do you? That is how a tux makes me feel. Girls don't know how easy they have it. I mean come on. Yours is all nice and loose while mine is suffocating me."
"Loose? Do you know how hard it is to get comfortable? They bind your upper body so you can't move and have you ever worn heels? They dig into your feet causing shooting pain to course all through them."
Harry burst out laughing once Hermione paused for breath. "Do you realize it is our wedding day and we are arguing about who has it worst?"
Hermione silently thought about this for a moment before she really thought about how funny the situation truly was. Then she started laughing and she couldn't stop. She was laughing so hard that she had tears going down her face. Her laughing turned hysterical.
Harry looked at her, confusion in his eyes. "Ok, I didn't think it was that funny."
This didn't calm Hermione down. She explained between breath, "it just occurred….to me…that you…and I…are married. I am married." Her face all of sudden twisted and she dissolved into tears. "I am married."
Harry instantly put an arm around her and comforted it. "Yes, you are married. That was kind of the point or today."
Hermione nodded as her tears started to fade. "I know, I know. It just occurred to me how we are married. I am married," She continue to cry again at the thought.
Harry didn't know whether to take this as an insult. "I mean, I am not one to brag or anything. But, I didn't think I am that bad to be married to. I mean I didn't think I was that bad of a catch. It's the hair isn't it?" Harry spoke honestly pointing at his head.
Hermione giggled. "It's not you at all. It's me. When I was a little girl I always thought I would be one of those people that would find their one true love and stay married. No matter what. I didn't want to be one of those people that had multiple husbands and got divorced. I wanted to never have a divorce or have to tell people that I had a divorce."
Harry thought about this for a few moments. "I understand, I really do. I always thought that too. I don't want to be one of those people either. But, you know if you explain the situation anybody is going to understand. And if the person is really interested in you then they won't care at all that you are divorced"
Hermione conceded. "I guess you are right. I just don't like that word. Divorce. Divorce," She spoke tasting the word. "It just doesn't feel good at all. The word has a bad after taste."
The limousine stopped in front of the hall they would be having the reception party in. "I understand. I really do, but we are here now. It's time to go in."
Looking around her, Hermione nodded and reached for a purse full of make up to fix her face up. Harry could just roll his eyes at seeing her pull out the mirror to fix her make up. "I saw that face Harry. Would you rather have me look all splotchy for our reception party?"
Harry kept his eyes from rolling this time and just made up a quick response, "No dear. I don't." He leaned over and gave Hermione a quick peck on the cheek.
Hermione felt her cheek burn where his lips had touch her skin. She could only muster a quick smile for Harry.
Finally with one last look at herself in the mirror, she asked Harry, "Should we go in now?"
"Please," Harry spoke bored to tears at watching Hermione meticulously apply make up.
The two of them walked into a hall that was decorated in lavender and a light blue colors. Around them were around a hundred to two hundred people standing and sitting around the place. Even a few brave souls were dancing out on the dance floor where a dj was playing some dance song of some sort. Instantly people formed a mob around them. The people wanted to congratulate the `happy' couple and tell them how they saw this coming all along, from the beginning.
Finally, the well wishers thinned out and only the close friends were around to usher the married couple to a table reserved for them. They sat down next to each other and ate some snacks on the table. Harry instinctively grabbed Hermione as they were surrounded by people.
Hermione squeezed Harry's hand and gave him a quick glance. She knew how much he hated crowds. She leaned over to Harry's ear and whispered, "Do you want to dance."
Harry looked around him weighing out his choices, Stick around and be hounded by more well wishers or he could go out onto the almost empty dance floor and :gulp: dance. He looked at Hermione and nodded. He stood up and offered her his hand.
Hermione followed him out onto the dance floor and they started dancing to a fast song that was playing. Surprisingly, Harry had improved at dancing since his school days, no one knows how. He wasn't at all awkward.
As the song faded out, a slow song came up and the dj spoke over the song quickly, "This is for the happy couple."
Harry and Hermione danced closely together, both listening to what would now be `their song'.
At last my love has come along
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song
At last the skies above are blue
My heart was wrapped up in clover
The night I looked at you
I found a dream, that I could speak to
A dream that I can call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known
You smile, you smile oh
And then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven for you are mine....
At Last
After the song Harry and Hermione separated and walked away from the dance floor, still silently thinking about the song. More people came up to give their congratulations to Harry and Hermione again. Ever so slowly the party started to come to an end as Harry and Hermione got ready to leave to start their honeymoon.
They were heading out the hall near the doors when Sirius grabbed Harry and pulled him aside for a few moments.
"So, I really want to tell you how happy I am for you. There has never been a more perfect couple in the world," Sirius told him with a grin.
Harry rolled his eyes at his godfather. "That doesn't even deserve a reply."
"Fine, fine, and just wanted to say enjoy your trip and relax. You can still enjoy yourself if the honeymoon is fake."
Harry nodded. "I am not going to waste the trip. Don't worry."
"Good. I just mainly wanted to say good-bye. Hope you have a good time and I'll miss you." Sirius paused to think about something for a second.
"Thank you," Harry said.
As if to add something he had forgotten, "And don't forget to exercise your rights as a husband tonight." And quickly Sirius walked off.
Harry couldn't help but laugh at his Godfathers attempts for him to have sex with Hermione tonight. Hermione pulled
Harry along to the limo that would take them to their hotel on the coast.
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"So, what do you think Hermione?"
Hermione's head tilted up backwards as she looked the grand hotel they would be staying in. The lights were lit up as the sun set behind it. It was one of the tallest buildings she had ever seen. "Are we really staying here?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "No, I just wanted to show you this place. I thought we could just sleep in the limo."
"But, this must have cost you a fortune. You can't afford this!" Hermione kept her gaze on the building, a look of wonderment on her face.
"If I couldn't afford it, I wouldn't have purchased their best suite."
"There best suite?" Hermione now looked at Harry.
"What else would the famous Harry Potter do for the women he loves?"
"I don't know, go to some cheap golf resort," Hermione spoke without conviction.
Harry laughed loudly. "A golf resort? And you call yourself my best friend."
"No, I call myself Hermione."
"Ha ha. Aren't you just the brightest crayon in the box?"
Hermione nodded. "I like to think so."
"Of course." Harry nodded and turned to a bellhop. He gave the young man specific instructions to take the luggage up to their room. Then he turned back to Hermione. "Do you want to go take a walk on the beach?"
"I am still in my wedding dress Harry!" Hermione pointed out.
"Well, I am still in my tux and it's not like we are going into the water."
Hermione stared at Harry for a few minutes before giggling and giving Harry her arm. "Lead the way husband dearest."
"Yes, Mrs. Potter," Harry teased.
"I told you, I am not taking your name. It is just going to be changed in a few months," Hermione told Harry as she steeped down onto the sandy beach. The waves were crashing loudly onto the shore as the sky darkened with night drawing nearer. The wind whipped Hermione's dress all around her as she tried to walk.
Harry's stomach dropped. "Yes, I imagine it will be."
The two walked in silence for a while.
Hermione spoke softly, "I really want to thank you for what you are doing for me. This means a lot to me and you didn't have to do any of this yet you did without hesitation. I can't express how grateful I am for you."
Harry smiled at Hermione and then pulled her to his side as they walked with their arms around each other. "I am just so happy that you are in my life again. I will never regret what I have done for you and I am so happy to do it."
They finished their walk in silence as they went back to their room to start their honeymoon.
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"Expunge is not a word!"
"Oh yes it is, oh and look the `x' is on triple letter."
"If it's a word, what does it mean?"
"It means to delete or strike out," Hermione told him triumphantly. "If you doubt me go check the dictionary yourself."
Harry walked away from the scrabble game they were playing in their hotel room over to a shelf with a dictionary on it. He flipped through the pages until he stopped on one and then slammed the book closed.
"I told you so."
"You just live for those four words," Harry replied grumpily as he sat back down at the table.
"Well, they are fun to say." Hermione smiled at Harry.
Harry rolled his eyes at her. "I think we should give up on scrabble. I am facing the facts that I am going to lose and come on. We are playing scrabble on our honeymoon!"
"Well, do you have any better ideas?"
Harry got a sly look on his face and stared into her eyes. "Well, now that you and I are married, we should shag on a regular basis because that is what married couples do."
Hermione burst out laughing hysterically; between giggles she finally got out, "I bet Sirius told you that one. Didn't he?"
Harry laughed with her and nodded. "That he did. He tried giving me advice."
"As did my mother. I don't know what has gotten into them and why they are so hell bent on us having sex."
Hermione shrugged her shoulders and then stretched as she let out a long yawn. "I think it is time to go to bed."
Harry stood up and stretched out himself. "You can have the bed, I will sleep on the couch."
"Oh, don't be ridiculous. We can both sleep on the bed. Lord knows it's big enough and you shouldn't be sleeping on the couch after you paid so much for such a nice suite.
The suite was quite grand. It was immensely large with a table by a window that opened up onto a balcony. The walls were painted a royal blue with gold trim on everything. There was a king sized bed in the middle with curtains draped all around it. Along the wall was a beautiful vanity made up of a dark wood. Also there were many chairs against the wall and a large comfy couch. The suite was the best the hotel had to offer and of course Harry would do anything to make sure Hermione was happy.
So the two fell asleep together, fully clothed, on their first night of their honeymoon
A/N I want to thank the anonymous reviewer that gave me that constructive criticism…I really appreciated it (I'm
not being sarcastic). I love when people give me ideas of things to work on. I completely understand your criticism and
have been aware of it since I have begun writing. I know that is easily my weakest trait and I am working on it,
although this chapter is a really bad example of that. But, I have gotten 100 times better than my 1st story
that I probably won't even post on this site because it sucks so much. And remember this story is already finished,
so you probably are not going to see lot's of improvements now. I like to think that I have showed progress in some
of my songfics. Well, thanks again and if you or anybody has any constructive criticism please drop it in your review.
I am a big girl…I can take it. Lol.
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