AN: This is the last chapter! I'm sorry it's taken so long, but I really have had other things to think about for the last few months. It's more of an epilogue than an actual chapter, and it's a bit short.

Grimmauld Place was a hive of activity everywhere you looked. It was only a week before what had been termed "the wedding of the century" by the press. "Long overdue" is what the Order of the Phoenix called it, since the couple had, against all the odds, been engaged for over twenty years.

Hermione had taken Ginny off somewhere that morning, presumably for dress fittings. It was so much easier for the men, decided Harry. All they needed was a decent suit. Ginny, Luna and Tonks were the bridesmaids, but he had no idea where any of them were. Not that it mattered. He had enough to do – Mrs Weasley was making him polish all the silverware until he could see his reflection in it. Ron was washing the windows, and making a very bad job of it, by all accounts. Remus was absolutely nowhere to be seen.

"Harry?"

"Oh, there you are. I wondered where you'd gone."

"Would you… would you be my best man at the wedding?"

"Me?"

"I had originally been intending to ask Sirius, but you know that isn't possible now. So I'd like you to do it. If that's ok with you."

"I'd be honoured, Remus. Does this mean I have to make a speech?"

"Only a short one."

They both laughed, knowing that Sirius would have relished making the speech, and embarrassing as many people as possible in the process. As that would have included himself, he'd have gotten away with it.

"You should have seen him at James and Lily's. Anything to cause trouble."

"You'll have to tell me about it."

"Ask Hermione. She's the one who dealt with him."

"I will."

…

"I'd like to make a toast to Remus and Hermione, who had what is probably the longest engagement in history, and wish them many happy years together."

Everyone raised their glass, and drank to the newly married couple.

"So, what are you planning to do now?" Luna Lovegood, questioning Hermione, when they managed to find a place quiet enough to talk.

"We're going on honeymoon for two weeks, and then… I don't know. I need to find a job of some sort. Remus is fine; he's working for the Order. After that, I hadn't really thought about it."

"I think you need to talk to Harry."

"Yes, I definitely should. It's just been so hectic that I haven't had the time."

"Excuse me, Luna, but could I borrow my wife for a while?" A broadly smiling Remus appeared, requesting a dance from Hermione.

"You love saying that, don't you?"

"Indeed, Mrs Lupin. I've waited long enough, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, my dear husband. You have."

They both giggled like kids as they moved gracefully around the dance floor. Harry watched them from his seat in the corner. They seemed so happy together, despite the large age difference. "Then again, Hermione always was much more mature than the rest of us," he thought.

"Harry? Could I have this dance?" He looked up to see Luna holding out her hand. Without the strange jewellery, and in the dress Hermione had chosen, she looked surprisingly pretty.

"I'd love to dance with you, Luna."

From the other side of the dance floor, Hermione spotted them making their first, tentative steps around the room, not really in time to the music, but that was typical of Luna. Nice girl, but completely bonkers. Ron nudged her, indicated them, and whispered, "think we'll have another wedding before long?"

"Maybe. Not if your mum has anything to say about it."

"Mione, I haven't had a dance with the bride. You don't mind, do you, Remus?"

"Not at all."

"So, Ron, who have you been dancing with all evening?"

He mumbled something she couldn't quite hear.

"Sorry, didn't quite catch that. You'll have to speak up a bit."

"Lavender Brown."

"When did the two of you get back together? While I was in the past? I've missed out on so much." They laughed, a couple of friends sharing a joke. Things had indeed changed since Hermione's time travelling escapades, but nothing was going to damage the friendship they all had.

AN: So, we reach the end of my longest story. Review and tell me what you thought.