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Finally it is done…*sigh*

I would like to truly thank my beta reader Twitch E. Ferret for without her this story would just be burning in flames!

To all those of you who read, reviewed, gave me encouragement and those who extended their suggestions-thank you.

I hope you all took pleasure reading this as much as I had writing it…without further ado-the final chapter read review and more importantly ENJOY.-oh by the way-still belongs to that rich author in the UK…goes by the acronym JKR, wonder if you heard of her….

Chapter 5

"OW! HERMIONE! That hurt!" Harry exclaimed as he shot up from the bed and rubbed the side of his head.

Sneering at him were Draco, Remus, and Ron who had his hand up in the air, ready to give another blow.

"Well get up! Can't be late to your own wedding, can we?" Ron replied nonchalantly.

Harry looked on the other side of their bed and was greeted with a rumpled sheet and an empty space where his wife should have been.

"Looking for something, Harry?" Remus asked playfully.

"I seem to have misplaced my wife…"

The three gentlemen started laughing as Harry looked at them with irritation.

"Glad you find this amusing…" Harry grumbled.

"Potty, any distress you find yourself in is always amusing to me!" Draco retorted.

"Malfoy-enlighten me as to why you're here?"

"Again Potter-ask Ginny…" Draco replied smugly.

"Gentlemen, let us not forget the task at hand. We are here to get Harry ready for the most important day of his life-for the second time." Lupin addressed the two beside him.

"Harry, hope we didn't surprise you last night." Ron started as he started to blush, "Mum insisted that she speak to Hermione, and well you know that once Mum's mind's made up-an army of heliopaths won't deter her."

Remus, Draco, and Harry stared at Ron before bursting into laughter.

"Ron, you were definitely channeling Luna right there!" Harry sputtered, "Next I'll be seeing you with a necklace of radishes!"

"Piss off Harry!" Ron embarrassingly replied while the other three kept snickering.

Remus walked over to the closet and started to throwing clothes at Harry, "No need to greet your woody a good morning, now do we?"

"Well you wouldn't need to greet my woody had my wife been here instead of you lot!" Harry retorted.

"C'mon Harry, shouldn't you be all knackered by now?" Ron whined.

"If you'd seen my wife's glorious body then you wouldn't have to ask me that. Wait! I believe you have-twice!" Harry replied.

"I did not need to be reminded of seeing my two best friends naked and shagging!" Ron moaned, putting a hand over his mouth trying to lower the bile threatening to rise.

"Harry, as much as I'd love to hear your exploits with your wife-we do have a lot to do before tonight…" Remus started only to be interrupted by the figure in bed.

"And what will be happening tonight?"

"You're wedding of course!" all three said in unison rolling their eyes at him.

Harry grabbed his glasses from the bedside table and massaged his temples for a moment before he turned his head towards the three beside his bed. "I think you failed to miss the very important memo that I already am married."

"That you are Harry, but we decided to throw you a wedding ceremony with the pot that no one won." Remus explained.

Harry looked at them like they were wonky, then fell back on to the bed and covered his head with a pillow. "Get out! Get out you gits! I need my sleep and I reiterate I need my Hermione! If you care for the proper alignment of your bullocks with your pecker then I suggest you leave me alone and return my wife." That said he turned to lie on his stomach head still covered with the pillow.

Ron having been fed up with the childish attitude his best friend displayed, pulled the covers from Harry. However he immediately regretted it when they were all literally mooned, this startled Harry who turned, sat up and was now holding the pillow between his legs.

"Scared we'll see what little you have?" Draco quipped.

"No Ferret, afraid you'll be enormously jealous." Harry retorted, "Now get out of my bedroom and let me have my moment of peace."

"Potter, get your arse out of bed and let's get on with this" Draco growled.

"Malfoy, why don't you get your arse out of my face!" Harry snapped.

"Shut it both of you! You!" pointing his wand at Draco, "The only reason you're here is because I promised my sister I'd give you a chance, so behave or I may let it slip that you wanted to curse Harry the next time I see Ginny."

Draco's face paled as he sputtered, "That's a bloody lie Weasel and you know it!" before shutting his mouth.

Ron turned and aimed his wand to Harry, "You, get dressed. You have a bloody damn wedding to see to, not because you're friends decided to surprise you with this wedding ceremony, but because of your Mione!" Seeing the expression of disbelief on Harry`s face, Ron continued to rage, "Yes, because of your wife you selfish prat! Did it ever occur to you that Hermione got married in the simplest way one can ever imagine? She deserves a grand wedding with all the bloody trimmings and to walk down that damn aisle in the gown of her dreams! So `Mr. I-don't-give-a-shite' get your arse off that bed and start thinking with the head on your neck and not the one between your legs!"

Harry continued to just stare at Ron, slack jawed-never did he expect a speech like that from this Weasley, it definitely had a much more devastating impact than had Ron beat him to a pulp. Not once since he'd been married to Hermione had he ever thought of the sparse nature concerning their wedding ceremony. Now his other best friend had made him see the light; Harry thought ruefully looking at his red haired best friend, "If he's the one with an emotional range of a teaspoon, then I have the compassion of a butterknife…"

Red in the face with remorse, Harry muttered, "Sorry…" then grabbed the boxers and jeans Remus had thrown at him earlier. Wrapping the blanket around his waist he headed to the loo, and started to rush through his morning rituals.

After the groom's abrupt departure, Remus and Draco turned toward Ron who had his head bowed as he twirled his wand between his fingers, raising his head he had a satisfied smirk, "You have no idea how many times I had to rehearse that barmy script mum had me use on Harry!"

*****

"Ginny!"

Ginny kept on humming, Hermione was gazing at her reflection in the mirror as Ginny attacked her hair with brushes, so she repeated, "GINNY!"

"Sorry…" Ginny glanced up at Hermione's grimacing reflection and lessened her pull on the brush.

"Quit complaining Hermione! Merlin-you'd think we're murdering you here!" Lavender exasperated, "Now sit still while I apply some slap…"

"You are putting too much! I swear, even I don't recognize myself!" Hermione said. She shifted in her seat in front of the mirror who commented, "Don't you think that's just too much rogue?"

"Wotcher, Hermione! I've heard of blushing brides but you're down right cooked!" Tonks exclaimed as she changed her spiky pink hair to a much longer burgundy with gold highlights to match the wedding's motiff.

"My thoughts exactly!" Hermione agreed as she smirked at Lavender.

"Fine!" Lavender sighed as she waved her wand over Hermione's face, the make up vanishing.

Hermione smiled as Lavender pouted, "You would want to have a little colour you know! It is your wedding day…"

"As far as I remember, my wedding day was six months ago!" Hermione snapped.

Ginny and Lavender exchanged glances and rolled their eyes at Hermione's comment. They looked over to Luna who was waving her wand over the beautiful bouquet of white tulips gathered together by a scarlet and gold bow.

"There," Luna uttered as she stepped back to admire her work proudly, "The bouquets have been de-nargled and I placed a charm to prevent any blibbering humdingers from being attracted to it." As she slipped her wand over her ear and turned to the bride.

"Uh…Thanks Luna." Hermione mumbled while her head was pulled to the side by Ginny's brushing.

"I'll be bald before you're through!" Hermione exclaimed. "Enough!"

Ginny pulled back as Hermione waved her wand and her hair straightened a bit and ended in soft ringlets.

"Well Herms, why didn't you just do that in the first place?" Ginny whined.

"Because Ginerva, you insisted on fixing my hair…and stop calling me Herms!" Hermione reprimanded.

The door to Hermione's chamber burst open as Molly Weasley walked in accompanied by Professor McGonagall. They were levitating the bride's maids gowns behind them, sending them to their respective owners.

"Mrs. Potter, you do not seem to be ready yet." McGonagall observed.

"Exactly professor!" Lavender bleated, "She has been an absolutely horrible bride! You'd think that she would be sensible in allowing us to put on some make up on her!"

"Hermione dear, why don't you let Lavender do what she does best?" Molly intervened, in a placating tone, "We do have a lot going on now and aside from her helping out, she does have to prepare herself for the ceremony as well."

"In my opinion Lavender is just applying too much," Hermione reasoned.

"But Hermione dear, Lavender is much more of an expert in things like this," Molly countered as she flitted about helping Pavarti fit her dress at the same time waving her wand making small alterations.

"I totally agree with Molly," McGonagall voiced as she tried to dissuade Luna from wearing red beets as earrings, "Mrs. Potter, allow Miss Brown to at least add some colour to you."

Lavender turned to Hermione and smugly uttered, "Thank you!" as she took out her collection of lipsticks.

"A lot to do!" Molly kept saying, satisfied with the disaster averted, as she moved from Pavarti to Tonks, "So many things to oversee!"

Hermione abruptly stood up and approached the Weasley matriarch then hugged her suddenly, "Thank you so much."

Molly returned an equally tight hug and sniffed, "It's nothing dear."

Turning to her transfiguration professor she did the exact same thing, who stood stiffly and patted Hermione's back rather awkwardly.

"Harry and I do not deserve all this hassle!" Hermione cried, "I mean considering that we hid our wedding from all of you!"

"Nonsense, Mrs. Potter. You and Mr. Potter deserve to have at least something in your lives go normally," McGonagall countered.

"This is normal?" Ginny muttered as a needle was sewing her hem to shorten it, looking over at her mother who was snatching at Luna's red beet earrings.

"Ginerva!" Molly scolded, as she vanished Luna's earrings "This is as normal as it would get in view of the short time for preparation."

Hermione sat back at the vanity as Lavender started to compare which shades she would use on her, "I believe it's going smashingly! And the gown!" she gushed, "It's utterly magnificent!"

"As it should be!" McGonagall stated as she turned to Ginny to overlook the alterations.

"I wish I could see your gown." Pavarti said whimsically as she gazed at the naked mannequin.

The gown was especially made for the wife of Harry Potter, by none other than Madam Malkin herself even on such short notice, was under a charm that no one was allowed to see until the ceremony save for the bride, and if the expression on Hermione's face was any indication when she first set her eyes on it, then it certainly was a spectacular bridal gown.

"Now Pavarti, we all want to see the gown," Lavender said as she was trying desperately to get Hermione to put on more cosmetics, "But patience is a virtue, and Hermione did say that the gown is worth the wait so let it go, we'll see it when we see it."

"Hermione, you think you might need some help putting on the gown?" Ginny slyly asked, knowing fully well that if anyone would have to help the bride dress then the charm would be lifted for their eyes.

"No thank you Ginny, Madam Malkin said that she would be the one to dress me," Hermione replied as she chose a light rose coloured lipstick and applied it sparingly as Lavender and Pavarti stared at her with horror.

"Hermione, oh please let Lavender apply that for you." Pavarti implored.

"Oh very well, but promise that my Harry will recognize me under all this gunk!" she exclaimed as Lavender nodded and beamed at her while beginning to work her own magic on Hermione.

*****

Hermione sat in front of her vanity in an ivory silk robe wallowing in her thoughts anticipating the arrival of the designer of her gown when she saw from the reflection on the mirror the door open a crack and closed quietly, heard a soft squelch of the door and witnessed the walls of the room flash, with a small smile she whispered, "Harry…"

"You look radiant…" Harry whispered back.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked as she stood and turned toward the origin of her husband's voice.

"Missed you too much…"

Hermione tentatively reached out, feeling a silky cloth she tugged gently and as the invisibility cloak fell it unraveled Harry in jeans and a t-shirt with a small velvet pouch dangling on his outstretched finger, a lopsided smile on his face.

"So help me Harry James Potter, I will hex you where the sun does not shine if you came here to merely make me pull your finger!" Hermione screeched.

Harry laughed heartily as he pulled Hermione into his arms and nipped her earlobe, "As hilarious as your suggestion and repercussions are, I come bearing you gifts."

"Why didn't you have Ron bring it or pass it on to one of the girls? You know that it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding," Hermione admonished with little conviction as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

Harry kissed her forehead, "And when did you start believing in superstitions?"

"Since you entered," Hermione exclaimed as she slapped his arm playfully, "such impeccable timing Love, I was about to go wonky with all the girls flitting about I ordered them to leave…I just needed a little time to myself."

"If you want I can go…" Harry suggested as he made a move to untangle himself from Hermione's arms.

"Don't you dare suggest it!" Hermione then stood on her tip toes and brushed her lips on his.

"What was that?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

"A kiss of gratitude, you git!"

"Pathetic attempt Mrs. Potter, one may even think that you've lost your touch."

"That so?" She then wrapped her arms around Harry's neck and pulled his head down as she kissed him. She felt his smile on her lips as she opened her mouth to run her tongue over his lower lip, then gently sucking on it. Harry's breath hitched as he groaned, when she pulled back she asked, "How was that?"

"To quick to make a decision…I think you should do it again-"

With a smile Hermione complied, after a few intense moments she asked, "Well Mr. Potter-what's the verdict?"

"Much better." Harry replied resting his forehead on hers. He then remembered the main reason he went looking for her.

"Mione, I have something to give you," Harry then pulled back slightly and opened the velvet pouch pouring the contents into his hand he held it to Hermione for her inspection.

"What is it?" Hermione whispered peering at the items in his hand.

"Dropped by Gringotts this morning with Remus, Ron, and unbelievably Malfoy!" Harry started with a chuckle, resting his forehead on hers as they looked at the jewelry "Remus said that there was something he wanted me to retrieve at my vault, and when we got there he ransacked the place telling us to search for a small black velvet pouch. When Ron found it Remus explained that these jewels belonged to the Potter family for a very long time-said that dad gave it to mum to wear on their wedding day so here I am, being tradition and all…But I understand if you decide not to wear them since you may have something else you were planning to wear." Harry finished, his voice thick with emotion. When he raised his head his emerald eyes were filled with remorse, "I'm so sorry Mione, I never knew about the jewelry or else I would have given them to you when we were married at the Ministry-forgive me for screwing up your wedding…"

Hermione looked up at him and placed a soothing hand on his cheek, "Hey…you did not screw up our wedding day. Now the wedding night was a different story as I recalled that was all we did…" both laughed softly at her lewd remark.

As their laughter waned, Harry started to become solemn, and complained "You're wedding was at the Ministry, Mione! With only Minister Bones present. The room wasn't even fancy and we had muggle street clothes on-we didn't even wear our best robes! I'm so sorry that there was nothing spectacular about it…"

Hermione sighed as she took his free hand and led him to the chaise lounge and sat him down, she then kneeled and sat on her ankles in front of him as he continued to sulk. She took his face in both her hands and kissed him, then looking at him said with such sincerity and love, "First of all Mr. Potter it was not only my wedding but our wedding. Now our real wedding six months ago-the one at the Ministry-was all that I had ever wanted. When did you know me to need frills and lace?" Harry gave her a small knowing smile in reply.

"Honestly Harry, I thought by now you'd have overcome this guilt trip, shouldering all the blame for a fault that is non-existent!" Hermione softly chastised, "I had no idea that you regretted our wedding at the Minist-"

"Whoa! Hold on there Mione!" Harry immediately cut her train of thought, "I do NOT regret our wedding-NEVER will I ever regret that, but I know that you girls have always dreamed about you're wedding day…and I go on and ruin your dream by charging into situations without thinking it through-again."

"Harry, I believe we both went charging into this situation together." Hermione replied softly, then with a deep breath she asked "You really want to know what my dream wedding is?"

Harry nodded vigorously thinking of all the adjustments he would have to make in the next hour.

"It's you."

After a long pause, Harry whispered, "Sorry, but I think I heard you wrong."

Hermione shrugged, "I never really thought about marriage, much less plan my wedding day. I know about the plans that other girls made when I was young, bloody hell I was always the bridesmaid or the one who carried the train for the others, but I was never the bride." She chuckled cynically as she linked her fingers with Harry's, then stared into his eyes "But after our kiss in front of the campfire, I allowed myself to dream of being the bride-your bride. See, I never cared where we had the wedding, who we invited and what we would be wearing, I knew that it would always be perfect as long as you were the person I was walking down the aisle to… so there you have it Harry, my dream wedding."

Harry stared back speechless, searching those chocolate orbs of his wife trying to look for any doubt or any mirth but all he found was love. Leaning down he gathered Hermione in his arms, "I don't know what I ever did to deserve you." Harry choked out as he felt his eyes moisten.

"Well, you did defeat evil incarnate-that has to count for something…" Hermione joked as she pulled back and wiped away her own tears, "Harry, it would be my honor to wear the same jewelry your mother wore on her wedding day."

Harry smiled as he watched Hermione put on the earrings. She sat back before him lifting up her hair, he gently placed the necklace on and clasped it.

"There, I finally have my something old…" Hermione softly said as she caressed the pendant of the necklace.

"Don't tell me that you're following that muggle saying?!" Harry exclaimed, "First the superstition, now this? Okay, who are you and what have you done to my wife?"

Hermione playfully punched his shoulder, "What is wrong with following that? I thought it would be fun…"

"There's nothing wrong with that. If you find it fun then I'll go with it too." Harry assured, "Well, let's have it then. What are your somethings new, borrowed, and blue?"

Hermione started to act giddy as she started to explain, "Obviously my wedding gown is my something new, then the headdress to hold the veil is my something borrowed-"

"So Madam Malkin lent you a headdress?"

"Actually, Professor McGonagall lent it to me," Hermione stated with a questioning lilt.

Harry was silent for a moment, "McGonagall has a headdress and you've seen this?" Hermione nodded. "She really had a wedding headdress of her own?"

"I know! Unbelievable isn't it? It's more like a tiara!" Hermione answered disbelievingly, "At first I thought it was a joke that Dumbledore was pulling on me, but when McGonagall herself pulled out the tiara I was amazed at its beauty."

"Did you ask if she used it?"

Rolling her eyes, "Of course not Harry! But, saying I was a little curious is an understatement. Here let me show it to you." Hermione stood up then ran to her vanity and retrieved a round velvet container.

"Well I'll be-`' Harry exclaimed at the tiara Hermione showed him, "Hey, it matches your necklace and earrings."

Hermione placed the tiara on her head then ran back to her vanity then squealed in glee at her reflection, "Oh love, you're right! It's perfect!"

"Okay, now what's your blue?" Harry asked as he watched his wife return the tiara to its container.

Hermione turned back to him and gave him a saucy smile, "I thought of wearing either blue knickers or a blue garter, which do you think would be better?"

"Hmm, definitely the garter-you know what I think about you wearing knickers…" Harry said huskily.

"You are such a flirt!" Hermione exclaimed as she swatted his arm.

"And you love me for it!" Harry retorted as he captured her hand and pulled her on top of him as he leaned back and stretched out on the lounge.

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, her eyes widening slightly as she felt her husband untie the sash of her silk robe and his hands on her bare skin, "Have you no shame? The wedding is about to begin in an hour…"

"Sorry love, shame and I do not mix…" Harry muttered as he licked her neck. Hearing her purr with pleasure, he continued to assault her neck then started to nip on her shoulders while kneading her breasts. When Hermione's breath hitched he flipped them so she was lying on the lounge as he kissed his way down her parting her robe further as he went, when he finally reached her wet center he lifted his head and took in her anticipating expression.

"Harry…we're going to get caught again…" she moaned as she looked up at her husband kneeling between her legs with a mischievous smirk, "I don't think-ungh!" she wasn't able to finish her sentence when Harry plunged two fingers into her hot core, thrusting it in and out teasingly. Hermione bucked her hips in rhythm with her husband's hand movements and when he bent and started to make circular movements with his tongue on her clit she began screaming his name.

"You don't think what Mione?" raising his head Harry lazily asked as he watched his wife wither in pleasure, increasing the bulge in his pants.

Hermione could only moan when Harry whispered "Finish your sentence love."

"Harry…I…I don't think it's a good idea…." She breathlessly continued.

"What's not a good idea?" Harry suddenly stopped his ministrations and purposely distanced himself from her.

This caused Hermione to snap her eyes wide open looking at him with incredulity, "Why'd you stop?!" she demanded.

Shrugging Harry looked down at her not breaking eye contact he brought his fingers up to his lips and licked off her juices. Seeing her eyes darken with fiery passion he answered nonchalantly, "Well, I assumed you didn't think it was a good idea to continue…"

"Bloody hell!" Hermione growled as she launched herself off and jumped him causing him to fall back as she straddled him.

"My, are we overly eager…" Harry joked.

"Oh sod it, Harry James!" Hermione hissed as she ripped off his shirt.

"Hey! Don't you two name me Hermione Jane!" Harry continued to tease, "Mione, that was a new shirt!"

"I'll buy another one! You are in for it now! You know very well what a grievous error it is to keep me hanging!" she snapped back as she pulled off her robe and flashed Harry a triumphant smile when she felt the bulge in his pants strain against her thigh.

"I'm shaking in my pants!" Harry continued to mock but his eyes were burning with lust as his gaze ran down her body.

Hermione leaned down, bracing both hands above his shoulders and grazed her naked breast over his bare chest causing Harry to hiss and buck up to her. Smiling down at her husband she rocked against his shaft still encased in his pants. "There's something definitely happening in your pants Harry, but shaking is not it…" she said rather saucily.

"Mione…" Harry uttered, "Gods Mione…please…" he begged when Hermione started to lick his nipple.

"Please what Potter?" she asked as she sat up and straddled his abdomen knowing fully well that Harry could feel the heat emanating from her crotch.

"Fine! You win!" Harry choked as he looked up at a smug Hermione, "Please…shag me senseless!"

"Thought you'd never ask…" Hermione replied as she moved and worked on opening his jeans then when his shaft was free she held it and slowly slid on it as they both sighed at his entrance.

Hermione then started to move up and down, looking down at her husband who was watching her with dark green orbs and a small smirk on his lips, only sitting up to suck on her breast as she whimpered when Harry's roving hand found what it was looking for when it snuck between them and his thumb started rubbing slow circles on her nub of nerves…

"Merlin….Oh….Harry…yes!" Hermione stuttered as the tension was starting to build up as she pushed herself down on his shaft, meeting his powerful thrusts, "Faster…harder…I need all of you…please Harry."

"You already have all of me Mione." was all he answered and in an agile move he flipped her over to her back. He threw Hermione's legs over his shoulders as he pumped harder and faster. Harry started to feel her walls tighten, he then lifted her hips that allowed him a much deeper penetration. He knew that he hit that small hidden spot in her when she screamed his name, which drove him into a frenzy that he kept on pumping harder. When both thought that they had reached heaven, Harry stroked that spot as he drove into Hermione one last time causing her to tightly clench her slick hot walls around Harry's cock, both soaring much higher than they had expected as they stiffened and called out each other's name. After what felt like an eternity of exquisite pleasure Harry collapsed on Hermione and rolled over so she was on top of him as they tried to catch their breath and basked in the afterglow.

"Ha…Har…Harry… are you still alive?" Hermione breathlessly asked.

"No…love…just died and gone to heaven…I've got an angel in my arms…" Harry panted.

Hermione smiled despite herself, lifting her head she kissed his chin, "Now that Mr. Potter was spectacular…"

Harry smiled arrogantly and looked down at her, "You're not so bad yourself, Mrs. Potter."

*****

"Swear to Merlin-can't believe you still shagged her, with only an hour before the ceremony!" Ron uttered shaking his head.

Harry was adjusting the tie of his dress robe and tried to tame his raven hair into a much more presentable state, then glared at his reflection when the mirror haughtily said, "Give it a rest boy-it's a losing battle anyway…She's already married to you, so you know it wasn't your hair she fell in love with…"

"Tell me Ron, how did you come up with the idea that I shagged Mione an hour before the ceremony…" turning to face his best mate, now his best man, "That is assuming you are referring to Hermione."

"Sod it-you shagged her when you gave the Potter jewels to her." Ron accused.

"Ronniekins, I believe our beloved Hermione already has her fill of Potter's family jewels-if you comprehend," Fred joked.

"Then again dear brother, do not over estimate the dung brain of our dear Won-Won…" George added as he slapped Fred at the back, both looking at their youngest brother.

"What are you two doing here?" Ron snarled at the entrance of his twin brothers.

"Just wanted to give our best wishes to the groom…"

"What are you both going on about?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"Honestly Ronniekins, Loony must be rubbing off on you, starting to be too paranoid." Fred answered.

"Actually we came to offer Harry an opportunity to escape…" George chimed in looking at Harry.

Harry smiled and shook his head, "Sorry boys-but I'm in this with Mione for the long haul…"

"Well don't say we didn't offer, but just in case…" George said with a wink as he handed Harry a small foiled package at which Harry grinned knowingly, "This could serve as a portkey to whisk you away to the basement of our shop, there you can call the knight's bus and run like hell!"

"Although, we just found out that this portkey is some sort of muggle contraceptive, a double purpose if I do say so myself." Fred added.

"Yeah, it's a condom." Harry replied.

"A comdung?" Ron asked looking down at the object in Harry's hand.

"C-O-N-D-O-M Ron, it's the equivalent of a contraceptive charm to muggles." Harry explained.

"Really?" George asked with raised eyebrows, "How does it work? Do muggles wave it about?"

"Well, they can wave it about but it won't help them any," Harry sniggered, "Men wear it."

"Men put that thing on their pecker?!" Fred exclaimed to which Harry nodded.

"I don't know about muggles, but that won't even cover half of the tip on mine." Ron commented.

"That so Won-Won? Thought that it'll be too much for you." George joked.

"No, the condom is inside the package." Harry patiently clarified, "It looks like an elongated balloon which you roll down on one's pecker then it catches the cum." Looking up he saw three expressions of horrified astonishment, "There are sizes you know."

"That just doesn't feel…right." Fred said.

"According to others it's like wearing a raincoat in the shower." Harry concluded.

"And what's a raincoat?" George inquired.

"Uh, it's like a plastic cloak muggles use when it rains to keep them dry." Harry explained.

"Sorry can't picture it..." Ron said shaking his head.

"Here let me show you," Harry said ripping the foil.

"NO!" Fred and George yelled simultaneously.

Before anyone realized what had happened, Harry disappeared.

"Bugger that…" George mumbled.

"What the bloody hell just happened?!" Ron exclaimed, still staring at the spot where the groom vanished from.

"Harry activated it," Fred said as he pinched the bridge of his nose trying to think of the next move.

"Activate what?!" Ron shrilled noticing that his voice was going higher.

"The portkey!" George snapped back pacing about, "We named it `rip and run' for a reason!"

Ron smacked his head in full panic, "What the fuck are you going to do? I knew that you both had something up your sleeves the moment you entered! You both are so dead!"

"How would we know that Harry would have opened it?!" Fred replied.

"And what do you mean that it's just Fred and I in trouble, you're in it deep too!" George added.

"What?! I didn't offer Harry a portkey!"

"Yes little brother, you didn't. May I remind you that had it not been for that unimaginative mind of yours then Harry would not have the need to open it to show you!" Fred snapped, "You're in it along with us…unless we think of a way to get Harry back here in a few…"

Ron started to pace running his hands through his hair, "We're so dead! Mum will hex us beyond recognition…" he suddenly stopped and said with a horrified expression, "Gods! Hermione will abso-fucking-loutely kill us!"

"Panicking only makes things worst…." George stated, unwilling to acknowledge the truth behind Ron's statement. "Harry's a smart wizard, powerful even-he'll find a way to get back here."

"Where did the portkey take him?" Ron asked.

"Had you not been listening?! To the basement of our shop!" Fred retorted.

Suddenly the door slammed open, leaving a furious Harry standing before them, a bit sooty, but present all the same.

Before Harry could say anything George brightened, "Well as educational as this encounter has been, we must thank you for giving our product a test run, eh. But if you're truly sure you're not going to use it-magic or muggle method then…"

"Best be on our way…we would appreciate it if what had just occurred was not mentioned to the bride, for we do fear her more than He-Who-Is-Now-Pushing-Daisies…" Fred continued with a conspiratorial whisper. With that, Fred and George exited the chamber…but not before waving their wand and casting a quick scourgifying charm on Harry to clean him up. It was obvious that he had flooed back from their shop to Hogwarts, then clapping Harry on the back and shaking his hand in a sign of approval, they tumbled out before Harry could hex them.

"Glad their gone…"Ron said with a sigh of relief, "Sorry about that…"

"Remind me to enlighten Mione of this encounter with your brothers after the ceremony." Harry stated irritably as he peeked out the crack from the other door of his antechamber to see the multitude of guests. He was amazed at the turn out for the ceremony, especially considering the short notice. He began to feel nervous and felt the collar of his dress robes were choking him, his anger completely dissolved.

"So admit it Harry-you shagged Hermione when you gave her the jewelry didn't you?" Ron asked as he nudged him trying to change the topic, he knew that if Harry's mind was on Hermione then he'd be in a good mood.

After a brief pause Harry asked, "What makes you so sure Ron?"

"Easy-you smell like her!" Ron stated glad that Harry wasn't blaming him of the little accident and was starting to become his old self, "As a matter of fact, before you went off to find her, you smelled just like all us Gryffindor boys…"

"Now that's disgusting…"Harry joked.

Ron continued as if Harry hadn't said anything, "-but now you smell like Hermione-like oranges, parchment and Honeydukes!"

"Careful Ronald-if I didn't know better, I'd think you're planning to steal my wife." Harry said wagging a finger at his best man.

"Oh please, we all know who did the stealing from whom…" Ron quipped.

"Don't tell me we're starting that again…" Harry muttered.

"Nah-just felt fun pulling your chain…"Ron answered.

After a comfortable silence Ron didn't relent, "So you shagged her, right?"

Harry rolled his eyes, "Drop it Ron."

"I knew it!" Ron exclaimed eyeing the reaction of Harry, when he didn't catch the guilty expression cross the face of the groom he asked again, "You did, didn't you?"

Harry was spared from a reply when Draco entered the chambers and muttered, "How Red ever talked you into this Potter, I'll never know!" as he adjusted his robes.

Harry merely shrugged, "Ginny can get very persuasive when she has her mind set on something."

Draco's eyes widened, "Persuasive? Um…yes she can be convincing…but um…her technique can-I mean, she didn't use…you're married! So I'm sure she didn't…"

Harry chuckled as he watched his former archenemy sputter about his dirty assumptions. "Sod it, Malfoy. Yes I'm familiar with the technique you're rambling on about, she was my former girlfriend." Draco just stared blankly at him, "But no, she didn't use that method of persuasion, she simply asked me, and being that she did have a good point on why you should be her partner instead of Dean-well, we agreed to it."

"That and Hermione twisting his arm, I'll say." Ron added.

"Mione did not have to twist my arm!" Harry refuted, "But I of course had to tell her…"

"Tell?" Draco asked, exchanging a knowing look with Ron.

"Yes, tell her." Harry seeing the skeptic looks trained at him by the two relented, "Fine I asked her, it is her entourage right? And my role is just to show up all spiffy and say my lines properly."

Ron and Draco looked again at each other and asked, "You asked Hermione if Ferret can be Ginny's partner?"

Blushing Harry replied, "Okay fine, she told me…"

The two coughed which sounded evidently like, "whipped"

"See Harry, admitting the truth that you're officially henpecked isn't as painful as having to administer veritaserum to you." Ron mocked.

Harry was about to make a comment when Remus entered the antechamber with Dumbledore, who called the attention of Ron who was to hand over the rings.

Draco taking advantage of the distraction went up to Harry, looking over his shoulder to see that no one else was listening muttered rapidly, "Look Potter, I do appreciate you having me be a part of this, even if it's merely because of Ginny. Considering all the shite I put you and mudbl…I mean Grang-er, uh, Hermione through. I know it takes a better man to take the high road and you took that road before I could." Draco continued, seeing the confused look on Harry's face, "What I'm trying to say is, consider this an apology for the past-it may be too late or too little for it but it seems that my future is entrenched with Red and that would involve a lot of time with the Potters since she is very close with you and your wife…" seeing the still unbelieving expression Harry was giving him Draco extended his hand. "Look, I just want to make it less painful for the two of us when the missus starts having couples night or exchanging recipes, you can take it or leave it-I'd understand if you reject it, but believe me, this will be the first and last time I'll be offering this."

Harry looked down at the hand extended and grasped it with a smile, "I've always believed in forgiving my enemies knowing that it'll annoy them that much more…so consider it absolved Malfoy. Although I think it would be prudent if you start calling me Harry."

The two immediately released the handshake and Draco, still looking over his shoulder to see if anyone was looking, said, "Nah, wouldn't want the rest of the world to think I became a nice guy." After a moment he added, "Plus we could have some fun and pick on Weaselbee-it's so easy to get a rise from that prat."

Harry nodded with a smirk, still in disbelief at what just occurred. Draco added with a whisper, "Just wanted to let you know, I do respect Herms and I do regret calling her that foul name."

Harry looked like he was going to have a heart attack as Draco smirked and turned to walk away. He only got a step before he twisted back and growled, "Mention this to anyone and I swear by Merlin that I'll deny it ever happened! I may even have to obliviate myself."

"Who would believe me?" Harry retorted as he came out of his stupor,"Oi! Mione hates it when she's called Herms."

He turned his head, the Malfoy arrogance back in place and replied with a sneer, "I know…"

*****

Harry stared at the doors of the Great Hall, standing with him were Ron and Remus. At the center of the stage in front of them were Dumbledore and Minister Bones. Harry swallowed hard as he looked out at the large crowd of friends, schoolmates, faculty members and a few reporters; he tried to take a few deep breaths to steady his nerves.

"You all right there mate?" Ron whispered into his ear.

Harry just nodded.

"Harry it's okay to feel ill," Remus whispered as he inched closer, "You're father actually threw up all over the vicar's shoes before Lily walked down the aisle." Harry chose to ignore Remus' remark as he felt his stomach flip slightly at the mental image. Minister Bones, having overheard them, took a step back as a precaution.

"Relax Harry, you have done this before." Dumbledore said in hushed tones as he placed a calming hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Yes, but there weren't as many people then…"Harry hissed as he tried to adjust his collar.

"Getting cold feet Harry?" Ron asked.

"C'mon Harry, no need to become nervous," Remus reassured, "It's not like Hermione won't show up you know!"

"She won't show up?" Harry squeaked out.

"Mr. Potter, I thoroughly doubt that Mrs. Potter will not show up considering that you still are legally married," Amelia Bones added, "We are merely going through the motions of a ceremony, there won't even be a binding ceremony since we already performed that six months ago."

Harry remained silent as he kept his eyes on the closed doors of the Great Hall then he blinked because of the flashing lights, he turned his gaze to the Creevey brothers who they chose to take the only and official pictures of this ceremony.

Ron stepped before Harry, "C'mon you guys, no need to make Harry blind!"

"Sorry." Dennis uttered as Colin nodded and after a few more shots of the groom with his best men they made their way to the other end of the Great Hall taking pictures of guests along the way.

Before Harry could thank Ron, Bach's Air on a G string filled the Great Hall, and the doors swung open. Pavarti and Seamus walked down first, they were followed by Lavender and Neville, then Ginny on the arm of Draco. Tonks entered dropping puffapods which immediately blossomed into a variety of flowers as she walked down the aisle, beside her was Luna who kept waving her wand over the blooming flowers, as they approached the front Tonks gave Harry a reassuring smile and blew Remus a kiss while Luna tucked her wand behind her ear and waved to Ron.

Suddenly the doors of the Great Hall slammed closed, Harry turned to Ron and Remus with a look of shock. Thinking that Minister Bones had been wrong he was sure that Hermione had come to her senses and left him, but before he could voice out his fears the music changed to Pachelbel's Canon in D and the doors opened again. This time Harry could see a thin gold curtain with burgundy trimmings, slowly the curtains lifted as the audience stood up in reverence then, he finally saw her. Hermione's head was bowed as she stepped into the Great Hall, gasps were heard all around. If Harry had thought her beautiful beyond all belief before, he and everyone assembled had finally seen perfection as she walked down the aisle in an ivory gown with a golden sheen which exposed her shoulders and hugged her body, it bloomed to a full skirt below her waist. Hermione decided to put her hair up and it brought emphasis to the Potter heirlooms, McGonagall's tiara held in place a veil so sheer and delicate that it looked like it was made of snowflakes. But what made the bride a picture of perfection was Hermione herself. She exuded love, confidence, and happiness that no one had ever seen. She seemed to glow more brightly when she gazed at him, and Harry's heart filled with pride as he saw the many envious looks he got from the men present.

Hermione took calculating steps, only when she reached the middle did she raise her head and cocoa brown eyes met emerald green. Everything faded for them, only the other existed. When Hermione reached the front Harry went down and met her half way and took her hand and together they stood before Dumbledore and Minister Bones.

Dumbledore pointed his wand to the side of his neck and his voice then boomed out, "Welcome, I am sure that you all have heard, read or even talked about the late breaking news of the wedding of Harry Potter and the former Hermione Granger that occurred six months ago. You may also question what we are all doing here on such a clear warm summer's eve? The answer to that is simple-it's because of a notorious ante which was lost on all accounts and what better use to put it to but to provide Mr. and Mrs. Potter with a wedding befitting the Man who Saved and the Smartest Witch of Our Age! We must of course acknowledge the effort of Mrs. Molly Weasley and our very own Professor McGonagall, who did a splendid job in organizing this on such short notice." To which the reception applauded and the Potters turned towards the two ladies and mouthed their thank yous.

Dumbledore paused turning to the woman beside him, "Minister Bones and I will be officiating this ceremony. As you've all found out, our beloved Minister of Magic was the one who officiated their wedding before, so instead of an exchange of vows and the binding ceremony which had occurred we will hear an expression of love by each to their significant other. After this Minister Bones will continue with a renewal of vows, then we'll take it from there where this ceremony will lead us. All of you are probably now quite anxious as to get this ceremony started, I wager…" he then chuckled, "Wrong choice of words, as wagers are the reason we are assembled here now! So without further ado," turning to the couple and with a twinkle in his eyes he continued, "Hermione, you're expression of love for Harry if you please?"

Hermione turned to Tonks and handed her the bouquet then taking a deep breath. She held Harry's hands and lifted her head to gaze into his eyes, "A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart, well I must say that you are a very selfish person Harry James Potter, for not only have you touched my heart but you took possession of it!"

"If being selfish means that I can keep your heart then by all means let it be declared in the Daily Prophet, the Quibbler and Witch Weekly that Harry Potter is the most selfish person on the face of this earth!" Harry quickly replied as he dipped his head and hungrily kissed her, to which everyone cheered.

Hermione tenderly smiled at him after their kiss and continued, "Oh Harry where do I begin? There are a million reasons I love you." She sniffed as her eyes watered, "I love it when you run your fingers over my lips after we kiss, I love the way you make me laugh when I'm tense. I love it when you smile every time I look into your eyes, the way you pray our love would never die every night before we go to sleep. I love it when you simply hold me like some priceless artifact," to which Harry immediately answered, "Because you are Mione…"

Hermione shivered at his reply, "I love it when you make statements like those that makes me feel precious!" seeing that Harry was about to react, she placed a finger on his lips to hush him. "Harry, you're everyone's hero. You saved the world from a dark fate. To other's you're the legendary `Boy who Lived'. To some you're their best mate, their adopted son, their godson by default, or their quidditch star. Despite all those persona, to me you're still my Harry. You're vulnerable, caring, and human," Hermione then moved her hand to his cheek. "In front of our loved ones and friends as witnesses, I thank the divine providence for having created you. I thank your parents for the sacrifice that they made for you, and I thank you for being you and for letting me be me. I know that I'm not the most pleasing person to be with especially when it comes to school work," she paused as Ron took advantage and retorted, "I can attest to that…" and those in the Great Hall laughed knowingly.

After the laughter died down, Hermione spoke tenderly, "Harry, when you proposed you were honest enough to say that one or both of us may want out of this-but I can assure you it will be a cold day in hell when I stop loving you and I will spend each and every day reminding you of that till we move on to our next great adventure."

One can hear sniffs as those touched by Hermione's words tried to regain composure, Dumbledore turned to the groom, "Harry, your expression of love for Hermione now."

Harry, still not breaking his gaze with his wife started "I always considered my home to be Hogwarts, this was where I met the people who molded me to the person who I am now. So in theory if it wasn't for a missing toad and a wayward troll then I wouldn't be the man that I am now. But they always say that home is where the heart is," Harry paused as he raised Hermione's hands and place them on his chest, "Do you feel that Mione? It beats because of you, if you claim that I took possession of your heart, well Love, you've owned mine since I laid my eyes on you. Hence the reason why my home is now you, and will always be you-you are my haven, my life, my anchor in this crazy life. I offer you my soul though battered and bruised, I know that it will never be whole without its mate which is you. My Mione," Harry paused as he took a deep breath and cupped his wife's face, "To the world you may be but one person, but to me you are my world. You make me feel invincible. You're my salvation from my demons within. You're my escape from a definite end. You're the reason I'm still alive, and I thank you for saving my life…" Hermione gasped as she started to cry openly, Harry wiped away her tears shedding a few of his own he finished, "I love you Hermione Jane Potter, not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I'm with you."

Hermione pulled Harry toward her but before they could kiss Minister Bones cleared her throat, "I believe that we are not at that part of the ceremony…" to which the reception chuckled as some of them were bawling at Harry's words and the couple blushed.

"Now let's continue," Amelia Bones stated as she turned to Hermione, "Do you Hermione Jane Potter maintain your vow to remain faithful, obedient," A smuttering of coughs caused the Minister to pause as those who knew the bride reacted, "and stay by Harry James Potter's side in good and bad times till the end of your days?"

"I do"

"Do you Harry James Potter maintain your vow to remain faithful, supportive," again Minister Bones had to pause as the male population whispered, "whipped more like it" then continued with a smirk, "and stay by Hermione Jane Potter's side in good and bad times till the end of your days?"

"I do" was all Harry said as he blushed and returned the minister's knowing smile.

Dumbledore then stepped up and asked for the rings. "Hermione place Harry's ring on…good, now Harry place Hermione's ring on. Well done, now do you promise to wear those rings as a sign of fidelity and love. That like a circle continuous with no ending and beginning?" then added as an afterthought, "Oh, do you promise not to put any of us under a Fidelius charm nor Obliviate those present at this ceremony?"

"We do." They replied with sheepish grins.

Dumbledore paused, "Now touch the tips of each others wand with the other." To which the couple looked at him with bewilderment but still complied. "I know that Amelia did this binding with you six months ago, but…humor me."

"Harry, Hermione utter this phrase after me together 'viscus, animus corpus mentis ego necto ut mei fidelis socius'" Dumbledore requested.

Harry and Hermione did repeat the phrase as their wands tips were touching and when they were done a golden glow emanated from their wands engulfing the pair.

"That happened when I did that too," Amelia whispered to Dumbledore with amusement.

"Yes, well we should be expecting great things from them…" Dumbledore replied.

"Without further ado, may I now present Harry James and Hermione Jane Potter-again." Minister Bones declared.

Dumbledore turned to the couple, and facing Hermione "Now for the most anticipated moment…you may now kiss your groom!"

As the crowd cheered Harry dipped Hermione, "I love you, Hermione." And before Harry's lips touched hers, Hermione replied, "I love you back, Harry."

*****

"Fifty galleons she'd be knocked up in a month…" Remus whispered to Dumbledore as he placed an arm around the waist of Tonks beside him.

With a knowing smile and eyes twinkling, "Fifty galleons Harry will have achieved that task tonight…"

McGonagall clucked her tongue at the two catching the whispered conversation, "Albus!" she admonished, "Have you two not learned your lesson? Honestly, sometimes I think you're starting to lose your marbles!"

"Minerva, it's a simple wager between friends. I doubt it will accomplish the same effect we had as the first Potter pool!" Dumbledore said as the faculty watched the bride and groom twice bound now, dancing in the middle the floor erected in the quidditch pitch, surrounded by their friends under the starry sky.

"Did I hear that there is another wager?" Flitwick clapping his hands and exclaimed with glee, "I want to be a part of this pool-what are we gambling on?"

Lupin looked down at the professor of charms and gave him a Cheshire smile wiggling his eyebrows at McGonagall who rolled her eyes in disgust.

"When specifically Harry's sprog is to be conceived!" Tonks declared.

"OH! Fifty galleons two weeks from tonight!" Flitwick hastily replied as he handed Tonks the amount.

"Well Severus, care to join the pool?" Lupin prodded as he took out a piece of parchment and started to list the dates and amount given.

Snape let out a very rude snort, "Very well, ten galleons on Potter's spawn being formed a year from tonight!"

"A year?!" Flitwick cried out, "Severus, I believe that Mrs. Potter is not equipped with a chastity belt and I am hoping that Mr. Potter has some mighty fine swimmers…to have wagered on a date a year from now is plain ridiculous!"

"Ten? My we're a big spender tonight!" Lupin sarcastically replied but wrote down the bet all the same.

"Minerva, it wouldn't be as exciting without you dipping your feet in the pool…" Dumbledore said with a raised eyebrow.

McGonagall held out, "You're all just asking for trouble!"

"What trouble is who asking for?" Arthur asked, as he and Molly joined them.

"These blokes are betting on when specifically, mind you, Mrs. Potter will be conceiving…" McGonagall burred.

"That is a very difficult ante-but so tempting," Arthur said as he pulled out a leather pouch.

"ARTHUR WEASLEY! Have you no shame? This should be something that must remain sacred between a man and his wife!" Molly screeched, at the same swatting her husband's hand.

Arthur recoiled and taking the furious stance of his wife, he sighed. Looking at Lupin with mischievous eyes, Arthur said, "I'm not betting…although if I was, I would take my chance on three months from tonight," not taking his eyes off Lupin who suddenly smiled in understanding, "AND I would back up my hunch with fifty galleons…But that is a mere hypothesis, not like I was to seriously lay a wager on something quite personal…"he continued turning with a smile to his wife.

Molly narrowed her eyes in suspicion, but everyone remained stock still looking everywhere but at her. When she saw Arthur place his leather pouch back in his pocket, she relaxed.

"Shall we dance my dear?" Arthur asked.

Molly nodded and blushed, as she turned toward the dance floor with the right hand of her husband at the small of her back-but Arthur was holding a smaller pouch in the palm of his left hand behind him, and she failed to spot a softly whispered "accio fifty galleons" coming from the headmaster of Hogwarts as the pouch flew into his hand and was immediately handed over to the DADA professor.

*****

"Eh, Weasel!" Draco hissed.

Ron raised his head from the top of his girlfriend's ash blond head, "What do you want Ferret?" he hissed back as the couple swaying beside them came in closer.

"Didn't you hear? They're at it again!" Draco whispered back as Ginny looked at her brother with a smile.

Ron instinctively turned his head towards the general direction of where his two hitched best friends were, seeing that there was only mild action going on between them as they exchanged spit he turned his attention to the dance partner of his sister, "Do you take offense in a little snogging action between Harry and Hermione, Ferret? I'd have thought that you would have had enough of the free show we had last night…"

"Get your head out of the gutter Ron!" Ginny scolded as Draco gave him a smug grin.

"What are you two going on about Gin?"

"He meant that the teachers are starting another pool!"

"No way! On what?"

"…on when the conception of `Potter Junior' will be!"

Ron let out a low whistle, "Now we can't let them have all the fun, can we?"

Ginny and Draco gave him an evil smile as they nodded in agreement.

Fred and Angelina danced their way toward the small group forming, Fred asked "What's the problem here? Seems as if the younger Weasley's have missed the fact that in order to keep traffic flowing on the dance floor, one must actually dance…"

"Shut it Gred!" Ron snapped.

"We're starting another pool!" Ginny hissed to her much older brother, as his twin with Katie moved closer.

"Well, I want a part of this venture!" Fred replied, unconsciously licking his lips.

"So what's the bet?" Angelina asked.

Fred answered immediately, "It has to be when Hermione will pop a Potter!"

"No! It's the conception day, not the birth! Make's it more interesting!" Ron corrected.

"You have a twisted mind, little brother-dirty and green, but very twisted!" George stated.

Fred pretended to wipe away false tears from the corner of his eyes as both twins looked at their younger siblings, "Makes me proud-truly proud…" he sniffed.

"Oi! It wasn't my idea! It was the professors!" Ron exclaimed.

"Sure Ron…whatever."

"Oh shut up!"

"So will we start?" Ginny stated.

"Twenty on tonight!" Fred answered.

"Thirty on a week from today!" Katie immediately seconded.

Ron was discreetly collecting money as his sister was writing down the dates and Luna whistled "Weasley Is Our King" all the while.

Hermione rested her head on her husband's shoulder, after kissing the side of his neck and eliciting a soft groan from him she whispered, "They're at it again…"

Harry turned his head toward the area where his red haired best mate would be thinking that he'd want to see Ron and Luna in a compromising position instead of the other way around for a change. "Love, sorry to tell you this but the only action Ron's getting is having Luna serenade him with his theme song…"

"Hmmm…" she continued to breathe in the scent of her husband, taking a nip at his pulse point she said, "Look very closely…"

Harry tried to focus at the mundane scene of watching his friends dance as Hermione's hands were roaming freely under his dress robes and he was about to give up and just ravish Hermione right there. But propriety won the battle, so he started to think of their honeymoon. He had planned it since their wedding at the Ministry and he was to surprise Hermione by traveling the world after graduation-whether or not Voldemort was still alive. All the needed portkeys were hidden away-and to be on the safe side he placed a confundus charm on them, so whenever Hermione would approach where it was hidden, she'd suddenly have an urge to go to the library for some unfinished research. But that honeymoon would have to wait for a few days as graduation is to take place, not to mention the awarding of the Order of Merlin to those who had fought valiantly in the war against Voldemort. Suddenly his seeker's instinct kicked in while his mind was wandering, as he caught the very subtle exchange of money between a Hufflepuff couple and Ron as Ginny seemed to be scribbling something on Malfoy's chest.

A small smirk appeared, "What do you think they're up to?"

Hermione stopped necking her husband and rested her head on his chest as she replied, "Easy-we have just witnessed the beginning of the faculty and student's pool again…"

"Merlin! Don't these people every give up?" Harry groaned as he looked at where their professors were situated and just saw Minister Bones give a small pouch to Tonks as Lupin immediately wrote something on parchment. "So what do you think their betting on?"

Hermione softly smiled and confidently replied, "Either when we'll be having our first child or when that child was created…"

His hand instinctively found its way to her stomach and as he pressed gently on it as Hermione placed her hand over his. Harry could not wipe the smile off his face as he thought of the possibilities. He saw Hermione's eyes darken.

"Let's get out of here…" she huskily said, "There are a bunch of lingerie that I need your expert opinion on…"

Harry felt his body react immediately-the best thing he loved about Hermione's lingerie was that she was never wearing it for very long! With a leering smile he took her hand and gently tugged her towards the exit of the pitch. As they bid their farewell amid lewd remarks and flashes from the Creevey brothers' cameras, Hermione smiled at Harry and let go of his hand as she made a straight line towards the Weasley twins. Harry hung back as he watched Fred and George literally cower away from her as she approached, but after they exchanged some words, smiles broke out on the twins faces and Harry heard them utter, "All in good fun Hermione!" to which he saw his wife nod and kiss their cheeks. But as she turned she waved her hand and the twins transfigured to large yellow chickens as the crowd started to roar in laughter, to which Katie and Angelina exclaimed, "Serves you gits right!" not even attempting to return their dates to their original states.

"Wandless magic does have its uses." Hermione stated as she got back to Harry's side. As they made their way out, Hermione's friends kissed her on the cheek or gave her hugs as she passed by and wished her the best, while Harry's friends gave him sly tips for his wedding night as those who placed a bet on tonight prayed that they would win.

When they exited the pitch amid applause, "Wait Harry, this isn't right-I think we should tell them…" Hermione said quietly.

Harry looked back at their guests who were now openly crowding around Ron and Remus, some gazing at a calendar and others handing out money to the two, oblivious that the couple was still close enough to see what was going on.

Shaking his head, Harry whispered, "I reckon we'll be needing a `surprise' christening in eight and a half months anyway…" and with a passionate kiss and his hand gently covering his wife's abdomen, he disapparated with Hermione in his arms.

A/N

Whew…

Nope no sequels on the christening…

Now I got a dilemma, ya see there's a friend of mine who made these manips and stuff that was inspired by this plot-don't know how to put a link on this story to those pictures.

I just posted the pictures on my LiveJournal user name: Horcrux_Seeker…so just check it out.

I will NOT take credit for those pictures-it was done by TA-HERO, she put a lot of time into it and it's her first time to do stuff like that…She doesn't have an LJ account she actually didn't want anyone to see it but I said that I just had to share it with you guys so just look at it when you have the time and leave some comments if you can!

Till the next…oh and believe me there IS a next…in some alternate universe far far away… (Hint)

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