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A/N: This is the final chapter of this story. But who knows, a sequel could always follow! *winks*
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Mon Amour
Ron tapped a spoon to his champagne glass as he stood up. Little by little, all heads turned towards him at the head table. The reception had been in full swing for a while, and the guests had danced and eaten to their hearts content. The wedding photographer and Luna's staff had a ball taking pictures and interviewing the guests. She was planning a special, commemorative issue of The Quibbler as her gift to the wedded couple. Ron cleared his throat and smiled at the crowd.
"I hope you are all comfortable, since you now have to suffer through a few speeches!" He waited for the crowd to finish laughing before he continued. "Since we are all such good friends, it was almost impossible for Harry and Hermione to pick just one maid-of-honor and one best-man without hurting someone's feelings. Smart as they are, they decided to have two a piece. And as is tradition, we all have to say something smart and meaningful. I'm going to let Neville go first, since he might be better prepared to do this, being a distinguish professor at Hogwarts and all."
Neville smiled at Ron as he got up. "Hello and thank you, Ron! I don't really want to take a lot of time, so I'm going to go straight to the point here and leave the funny anecdotes to Ron. I met Hermione while searching for my frog, Trevor. I was scared, shy, and worried my grandmother would kill me for losing him on my way to Hogwarts for the first time. I'll never forget that act of kindness on her part, or her acts of kindness every year since. She never stopped, and even when she had to petrify me during that first year, she apologized first!"
Hermione laughed along with the rest of their guest as Neville continued singing their praises for several minutes. Harry was holding her hand, laughing his head off, and looking at her every now and then.
"After all of that I can only wish them all of the happiness and all of the love in the world. I don't think I've met two people more suited for each other as Harry and Hermione are. Even as I've been speaking, they have been speaking to each other with looks alone, so great is their connection. And it's always been like that." He turned to look at the couple and raised his glass to them. "To you, my dear friends, for many happy years full of wonderful memories and for many more to come."
"Thank you, Neville," Harry and Hermione said raising their own glasses.
Luna got up then and looked at them, seeming to forget their audience. "I don't really have much to say, since you both know how I feel about you. I love you both as family and I treasure all of the memories we have created together. I didn't know what having friends was like until I met the lot of you and I am lucky to have you in my life. I hope your future is filled with love, kindness, and lots of happiness. And when little Emma comes a year from now, make sure to tell her Auntie Luna mentioned her today!"
Hermione gasped at her words and Harry's smile widened.
"I love you both dearly!" she said and sat down, her serene smile firmly in place, completely ignoring the looks of shock her announcement caused.
Ginny got up then and looked at the couple smiling. "Hermione, we've had this conversation before, but I wanted to mention it again, in front of all of these witnesses, so you know I mean it with all of my heart. Even though I was involved with Harry before you, his heart belonged to you all of these years. I knew it then, I know it now, and I am so happy for the both of you. You were meant to be together, and you are meant to love each other for the rest of your lives. There was never anyone else for him, and there will never be anyone else for you. Love like yours only comes around once in a lifetime and I am so glad you both opened your eyes in time and embraced it. So here we are now, celebrating your wonderful love and sharing this special day with you, and I want to wish you eternal happiness, everlasting love, and many passionate nights! I love you both with all of my heart," she finished raising her glass.
Harry and Hermione both blew her a kiss and she blew one back. Ron got up again and smiled.
"I guess I was kind of daft letting the others go first, since they pretty much said everything I had written down. Now I don't know what to say without sounding unoriginal and like a git!"
More laughter accompanied his words and he was eating it up. Even Fred and George were smiling proudly at him.
"However, being the second best-man, it is my sworn duty to say something meaningful and beautiful to my best-friends," he said and turned to face them. "I love you both more than words alone could ever say. Like Ginny, I knew all along that you would end up together once you both stopped being so stubborn and proud. The whole song and dance about losing your friendship if a relationship did not work out got tiresome after a while let me tell you. You're both lucky you got together when you did, as we were already gathering ingredients to brew the strongest love potion the wizarding world has ever seen. Even if Hermione came after our bits for it later!"
Hermione couldn't help laughing at his words, just like the rest of their guests. Some were laughing so hard that tears were coming down their cheeks as Ron continued with his wisecracks.
"I do not have to wish you happiness because you love making each other happy. I do not have to wish you a bright future because you already light each other's way. I don't have to tell you to take care of each other, because I've never seen two people more devoted to each other. And I don't have to wish you a future full of love, because the love you share already surpasses any and all expectations. When little Emma comes, and she will if Luna says so, she will have two of the best parents a child could ever hope for. And for that matter, two Godmothers and two Godfathers that are going to spoil her rotten and then send her home to mummy and papa! I love you both!"
Hermione got up and hugged him tightly. It would not have been right without one of her famous hugs. She dropped a quick kiss on his lips and whispered something in his ear, which made him laugh and blush a bit. Harry hugged him next, and they patted each other's back affectionately.
After the speeches, everyone raised their glasses and toasted to their happiness.
~*~
"Having fun, darling?" her dad asked her as they danced. Harry was dancing with her mum.
"Loads! I don't think I've even been happier, daddy. And after everything we've been through, I'm feeling so grateful that both of you are here sharing this special day with me."
"Were there ever any doubts?"
"Yes. As long as Voldemort was alive, none of us had any guarantees of a happy ending. Now that he is gone, we've all been able to move on and make plans without having to worry about what the future holds."
"One day, I'd like to know more about your life in the wizarding world. You have always been a bit quiet about it, and I know you did it to protect us, but I would like to know. Especially now that so many people have come up to your mum and I to congratulate us for having such a smart, courageous, and wonderful daughter. I can't say that I comprehend everything that has gone on, but I know how much these people love and respect you, darling, and I couldn't be more proud of you!"
"One of these days, once we settle down, Harry and I will tell you and mum as much as we can about what happened. I never meant to cut you out of my life, I was only protecting you."
"We know and we love you for it."
"Thanks, daddy. That means a lot to me."
"And you mean the world to us. I can't wait to meet little Emma!"
Hermione smiled at that. "Can you just imagine me with child?" she asked raising her eyebrows.
"I can, and I know you will make a wonderful mum. And Harry will make a wonderful papa. And we are going to spoil our granddaughter silly!"
"I just bet you will. Ron was right, daddy, if Luna says little Emma is coming in a year, she will."
"And how do you feel about becoming a mum so soon after getting married, darling?"
"I'm overwhelmed with happiness. Harry and I already talked about it and we want kids. Little Emma would just make our happiness complete."
"Then I'm counting the days. If all goes well, next year we'll be celebrating an anniversary and her birth."
Hermione moved closer to him and laid her head against his chest. "I love you, daddy."
"I love you, too, princess."
~*~
"Remind me again why we couldn't apparate to Cote d'Azur?"
"Because I want to do this the right way. I want you to have great memories of our honeymoon and I figured it would be fun for once to do things the muggle way."
"Fine! Don't complain when I ravish you the moment we walk into the hotel then. I cannot believe you're going to make me wait that long."
Harry smiled lovingly at his wife as they made their way through their designated gate. "That was my plan all along, love. And we aren't going to a hotel; we are staying at a Provencal style villa that's only minutes from Cote d'Azur and the beaches of Cannes. We have a staff that will cater to us, a private swimming pool, and little villages we can explore to our hearts content all around. There is even a city called Grasse famous for their perfumes in close proximity. I know just how much you love French perfume and I thought it would be perfect. You're going to love it!"
Hermione was impressed. "And how did you manage to do all this?"
"Fleur, of course. She offered to help once I told her what I had in mind. I know how much you love France, and the obvious choice was Paris, but I decided the beaches and towns of the south sounded more appealing for our honeymoon. I hope you approve once you see the place."
"Oh, Harry, you never cease to amaze me, love. We can always go to Paris later."
"We will. We are going to go see the world little by little, I promise you."
"I love you, Harry James Potter."
"And I love you, Hermione Jane Granger-Potter."
"Granger-Potter?" she asked surprised.
"I wouldn't dream of you letting go of your family name because you married me. And our little ones are also going to carry both of our last-names. It's the only way to keep the Granger name from ending with you."
"I don't mind Potter-Granger, Harry, I am proud to carry your name."
"As you wish, love. And thank you for that."
~*~
"Can you believe little Emma Potter-Granger will be here in a year?" Harry asked once they had settled in their first-class seats and were on their way to France.
"Luna is really something, isn't she? What do you think about the news?" Hermione asked as she cuddled close to him and leaned her head on his shoulder.
"It's going to be one long year, indeed," he told her smiling as he kissed the top of her head.
"Are you happy then?"
"Couldn't be happier than I am at this moment, love. How about you?"
"I can't wait either. I was surprised by the announcement, but now that I've had time to think about it, I can't wait to meet our little girl. I hope she has your eyes."
"As long as she has your smile I'm happy."
"But not the bushy hair. Dear Merlin, can you imagine?"
"She would be the most beautiful child in the world to me. And I want her to have your intelligence, your kindness, and your love of learning."
"And I want her to be brave and noble like her papa."
"You do realize we are going to have the greatest kid in the world, right? She is going to be one powerful witch."
"You might be right, love. She's is going to be a handful the likes of which Hogwarts has never seen," Hermione said smiling at him. "I pity the professors already."
"Wait until she meets up with Ron and Ginny's kids! They are going to be the holy terrors of Hogwarts! I hope that Minerva will be retired by then and Neville will be in charge. He'll know how to handle the lot of them!"
"That would be best. Otherwise Minerva will be sending us all owls daily."
After talking for a while longer and having some tea, they fell asleep for the next couple of hours. After landing, they were met by their driver and soon were underway to their villa. Once there, an attentive staff that immediately took their belongings and quickly disappeared once they made sure they would not need anything else received them.
Harry really enjoyed watching Hermione speak to each of them in their native language and was surprised at how fluid she was. The holidays with her parents in previous years had really paid off.
"I really want to explore the house, love, but that can wait until tomorrow. Why don't you give me twenty minutes and then meet me in our room?" she asked as she ran a nail down his shirt.
"I have to wait that long?" he asked pouting.
"I waited an hour at the airport, three hours in the air, and another half-hour to get here. Surely you can wait twenty-minutes, Potter."
"If I must," he sighed dramatically, at which she pinched his arse and laughed at him.
"I promise to make it worth your while."
"Witch."
"That's me!" she said walking away after dropping and open-mouthed kiss on his lips. "Go take a shower in one of the guest bathrooms. But make sure it isn't cold."
"Saucy wench," he muttered under his breath as she disappeared down the tiled hall.
"I heard you," she called back laughing.
He smiled as he walked in the same direction. A shower sounded good and would wake him up. He had a feeling his wife would keep him awake for the next few hours. His wife, he thought smiling. He really liked the sound of that.
~*~
Twenty minutes later, he found himself opening the door to their suite. He smiled at the site. She had lit aromatic candles all around the room, and the bed sheets had been turned down. He looked around for her and finally noticed that the door to the balcony was open. She was silhouetted against the moon, dressed in a white silky gown that reached her feet and molded to her body like a lover's caress. Her beauty enthralled him and his heart beat uncontrollably inside his chest. She smiled seductively at him and walked into the room, not stopping until she was mere inches from him.
He could smell her perfume. He could feel the heat radiating from her body. Her eyes were sultry and tempted him to move forward and make her his. He cupped her cheek softly with his hand and she leaned into his touch, closing her eyes.
"You are a vision of beauty, Mione. You take my breath away," he whispered as he lowered his lips to hers.
The kiss started innocent enough, almost shy. She moved her hands slowly up his chest until she reached his hair and buried her fingers in his silky locks. His hands spanned her waist and he started moving backwards towards the bed.
He stopped when the back of his legs touched the mattress. He dropped a kiss on her forehead, then her closed eyelids, and then her mouth again. He devoured her for long minutes, taking his time to savor her, prolonging her pleasure.
He ran his hands over her breasts, nipples already hard and begging for attention. He kissed her neck, licking every sensitive spot he knew. All the while, she kissed him back, she moaned her pleasure, she asked for more. She took he gave. He took she gave. Before either of them knew it, their clothes had been removed and they stood naked, bodies hot and pressed against each other, hands searching and finding pleasure points.
"I want you, Harry," she moaned against his chest, her tongue laving his nipples as he groaned in approval.
"You have me, love. You've always had me."
"Make me yours, Harry."
He lay down on the bed and she straddled his hips while looking down into his eyes. She took his hands and placed them over her breasts as she rubbed her wetness against his hardened sex. He shuddered as he caressed her breasts, fingers rolling her hard nipples. She moaned as she reached between them and grabbed him, her hand moving softly up and down.
Harry closed his eyes and savored the moment. He only wanted to feel. He only wanted to hear their moans and gasps. He wanted to remember every caress, every sigh and every whispered word. He was no longer making love to his lover. He was now making love to his wife.
Hermione had her eyes closed as well. She kept rubbing suggestively against him, moaning as his tip encountered her swollen sex. She was lost in sensations.
"I don't want to wait anymore, Harry. I need you inside of me," she practically begged.
"Take me then," he whispered as he opened his eyes, bright as she had ever seen them. He put his hands on her waist and lifted her.
With her hands, she gently guided him to her opening and he slid slowly into her. They both moaned at the sensation. He was so deep inside of her he though he would die of pleasure. She took a moment to get used to him, her insides expanding to accommodate him, before she started rolling her hips.
He sucked in his breath when she started moving against him. He sat up and kissed her while she moved softly up and down, making him crazy with need.
"I love you, Hermione," he said looking into her eyes.
"And I love you, darling."
He leaned back down and his fingers found her swollen clit, playing with it as she moved faster on top of him.
"Come for me, love," he whispered a while later when he felt her inner muscles contracting against his shaft. He knew she was close by the way her breathing changed and her moaning increased.
"Oh, Harry," she said as she bit her bottom lip, hips moving faster, head thrown back.
He was going to lose his mind, he thought as he watched her. She was so sexy, so explosive, so uninhibited in bed that it was all he could do to keep his sanity.
"Give me what I want, Harry," she begged and he complied.
His fingers moved faster and so did his hips. A moment latter a guttural moan escaped her parted lips and she convulsed around him, taking him with her and making him come so hard he thought he would pass out from the sheer pleasure of it.
After, she lay spent on his chest while he caressed her back softly. No words were needed. Their hands were doing the talking. Harry thought that their souls had connected at some point during their lovemaking, since he had never felt closer to her than he did now. Hermione thought they had become one. They drifted off to sleep without meaning to, the events of the day finally catching up with them.
By the time late morning came, the lovers had not stirred and the staff knew better than to bother the newlyweds. They would appear when they were good and ready to and they would be waiting to meet their needs.
~*~
"I can't believe we have to leave tomorrow," Hermione said as she cuddled next to Harry after making love with him.
"I know love, but we can always come back anytime we want. Next time we'll apparate and we won't waste anytime in airports, I promise."
"Do you think we can spend the Christmas holidays here? We can even go skiing."
"We'll come anytime you want love," he said dropping a quick kiss on her lips.
Hermione smiled at him and kissed him back. He made a movement with his hand and the next thing she knew, a small box wrapped in silver and red ribbons appeared on his hand.
"What is it?" she asked curiously. He had already given her so many gifts during the past couple of weeks that she couldn't begin to imagine what it could be now.
"It's your wedding present, but I didn't want to give it to you until tonight," he explained as he placed the small box on her hand.
Hermione sat up in bed, comfortable in her nakedness, and eagerly opened her present. She untied the ribbon and then took the top of the box off. Inside was a key. She frowned at it and then looked at him as she took the key from the box.
"What does it open?" she asked curiously.
"The front door," he told her.
"Which front door?"
"The front door to this house."
Her eyes widened in surprise. "This house?"
"Yes, love, we now have our own holiday villa in France and we can come over anytime you want."
"Oh, Harry," she whispered as tears filled her eyes. "When did you have time to do this?"
"Yesterday while you took an afternoon nap. I knew the villa was for sale when we came over, and I didn't say anything because I wanted to see if you liked it first. You seem to love it, since you have explored every inch of it, and I bought it yesterday."
"But we already have the flat in London and the cottage," she reminded him gently.
"I have to invest our money wisely, love, and owning properties is a good way of doing that. The staff will be here year round and we'll spend our time between London, the cottage, and this place."
"I think it's brilliant. I cannot wait to invite our friends and family over. Can you imagine spending Christmas here with everyone this year?"
"I'm sure it can be arranged. You and the girls can plan it all. Just remember you'll be around three months by then," he reminded her as he placed a loving hand over her flat stomach. "This ring is going to have to go, love."
She eyed her belly ring fondly and nodded. "It was fun having it, and you've had plenty of fun with it, so I guess it's all right."
"You'll still have the tattoo."
"Yes, and I love it."
"You should do another one," he suggested.
"Where?"
"Right here," he said running his fingers under her belly.
"And what should I get this time?" she asked, knowing he was only kidding her.
"It should be an arrow pointing down and say `Harry's Property, Do Not Touch' right above it," he said smiling at her.
She laughed at him. "Are you going to get one in the same place that says `This belongs to Mione, stay away'?
His smile was immediate. "Maybe!"
"Liar," she said laughing harder.
After laughing with her and kissing her senseless, he looked into her eyes. "You do know your name is tattooed on my heart, right?"
"Just like yours is tattooed on mine."
"Are you happy to be my wife?"
"I've never been happier about anything else in my life. Are you happy to be my husband?"
"Words cannot describe how I feel about it, Mione. Not even defeating him felt this good. And when little Emma comes into our lives, I will be the happiest and luckiest man alive."
"I think I can make you feel lucky right now," she whispered as she kissed her way down his chest.
Lucky indeed, he thought as he leaned back and closed his eyes. It was not much later that his wife was feeling like the luckiest woman in the world as well.
Love was grand.
~*~
The End.
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A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed it. I know I did. When I'm smiling as I'm writing, it is a good day indeed (or middle of the night). As I said before, if you're all interested, a sequel could be written in the future. Little Emma sounds positively adorable, don't you think? Until the next time, take care of you. Cheers!
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