School start = less time to write. Less time to write = longer between updates. Simple? I'm glad we understand each other. *grins*. This chapter was late for other reasons as well; I got stuck on FictionAlley, discussing the greatness that is the Potterverse, and updating my other stories.

I also spent one completely wasted day with my class, not far from where I live, spending about two hours sitting on a concrete road, drawing fanart and acquiring nothing but a backache. Hey, I got to drool over the guy I like, so the day wasn't totally wasted, was it? But then again, all time not spent breathing, talking, drawing and writing Harry Potter is wasted time. *grins*

However, here is the new update.


Hermione awoke the next morning realizing that she was in Bill's arms, and subsequently in Bill's bed. It took her a second to adjust, but then she realized there was a decided lack of clothing as well. Read; none.

After a moment of indecision, she decided she was too happy for words; it was bound to happen eventually, they were getting married after all, and she wasn't about to start protesting now. Bill's arms were wrapped around her and his face was buried in her hair. She smiled and sighed happily.

"Happy?" He mumbled.

"Very." She answered, kissing him soundly.

"Good." He grinned. "But we should probably be getting up now, or we'll be stuck here all day."

"You don't hear me complaining." Hermione sighed, but got up.

"Me neither, but I promised Mum we'd come visit." Bill said as he pulled his shirt on.

Hermione muttered something about meddlesome mothers, but got dressed. If Molly Weasley wanted you to visit, and you'd agreed, it would be suicide not to come. The wrath of the Weasley matron was something even Voldemort would be afraid of.

After a quick breakfast, they Apparated to the Burrow. Since Hermione had passed her Apparation test earlier that year, it was easier than before. Bill was holding her hand tightly, and seemed almost insanely happy.

He pushed the door open, and almost immediately, they were swamped in a hug from Mrs Weasley, who came running out of the kitchen as soon as she heard the door open. Hermione tried to hold back a laugh at her rushed talk about the wedding, but only managed to grin like an idiot.

They sat down around the kitchen table, and soon all Weasleys had joined them, including f Fred and George, who were looking deliberately innocent; they were planning something, and Hermione wasn't sure she wanted to know what. Especially if it had anything to do with her wedding to their brother.

The rest of the day was spent in discussions about the wedding. When the Weasley family, and especially Fred and George, found out that Blaise would be coming, their reactions were quite violent.

"What? A Slytherin? You invited a Slytherin to you wedding? Hermione, are you mad?" They chorused, looking alarmed.

"No. He is." She grinned.

"Wait. Zabini. That's the scrawny kid that used to hide in Greenhouse Five, drinking Butterbeer when he thought no one saw him, right?" George broke in. "The one with the black hair?"

"He did what? Oh, he'll never hear the end of that!" Hermione laughed.

The list of people invited to the wedding, despite having been cut down several sizes, was still rather on the long side. All Gryffindors in Hermione's year were invited, as were some Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, and of course Blaise Zabini. Luna was invited as well, since she was probably coming anyway, as was Hagrid, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Lupin and Flitwick.

The Order, including Kingsley Shacklebolt, Tonks, Hestia Jones, Dedalus Diggle, Arabella Figg and Mundungus Fletcher, were sent an invitation, telling them they could bring anyone they wanted.

When the list was finally finalized, it was well into the night, and Bill and Hermione said goodbye to the Weasleys, and left for Bill's flat, where Hermione would be living until the wedding.


The week went by agonizingly slowly, making Hermione want to bite something and rip it to shreds. She'd spent a few days with her parents, who helped her pack her things, since she was going to move out in a week, and she was really going to miss them.

They hadn't been able to make it to her graduation because her aunt, her mother's sister, had fallen ill and had to go to the hospital. They'd apologized frequently; a little sad since they really wanted to see Hogwarts, but Hermione had told them it was alright.

When she left, she gave both of them a hug and cried a bit. Her mother cried as well, but her father didn't, although it looked like he might start at any second. She'd miss them terribly; all her eighteen years in life, she'd been around them every day, except for the terms at Hogwarts, and even then, she'd written them nearly every day.

She promised to come and see them as often as she could after the wedding, and that she'd never forget them, but then she felt she was becoming too sappy, so she finished up with a smile and a joke, before Apparating to Bill's flat.

Bill himself had been retrieving his possessions from the Burrow, since he was definitely moving out. Before, he had only taken the most important things, and left the rest at home, since the Burrow was where he stayed when not in Egypt or somewhere else, working.

He spent the week, between moving out and fending his mother off with a ten foot pole, obsessing over Hermione. He was rather good at that. World- champion in fact. If there was a roll-call for Hermione-obsessive-stalkers, he wouldn't even show up. He'd be obsessing over Hermione.


Tomorrow, it was the day with a capital D, the wedding day. The wedding dress had been bought, the flower decorations had been ordered, the invitations had been sent. All that remained now was to show up. And of course, the agonizing wait until morning.

Hermione was sitting on the couch in Bill's flat, trying to read the book in her lap, but failing miserably. She was so nervous about tomorrow that she could hardly sit still, much less read. She'd given up after reading the same sentence ten times, and still not taking any of it in.

Bill was out somewhere, doing some last minute work for Gringotts. She had asked what it was, but he'd evaded the questions beautifully, asking her about how her work applications were coming along.

She sighed and closed her eyes, leaning back against the couch, having been thoroughly bored with the book. Someone suddenly placed their hands over her eyes, and she sat up again with a squeak.

"Bill, is that you?" She asked.

"Damn, how did you know it was me?" Bill asked as he sat down next to her.

"You're the only one, except me, who has the key to this flat, and you're the only one who'd do something like that." She pointed out.

"Right. So, what do you want to do?" He asked, smiling, "Go for a walk?"

"Maybe." She shrugged.

"Eat dinner in a fancy restaurant?" He tried.

"Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt." She said, bored.

"Table tennis?"

She stared at him, searching his face for any trace of insincerity, but found none. He seemed wholly serious.

"I'm joking, I'm joking!" He exclaimed, dissolving into a fit of laughter, "I'm joking! I promise!"

"The scary thing is, I'm not sure if that's the truth." Hermione mumbled.

"Alright. Rent a movie and make sarcastic comments while watching it, utterly ridiculing the actors and/or producer?" He asked, sounding desperate.

"You know, that sound like a good idea. Just one problem; you don't have a VCR." She pointed out.

Bill looked downcast for a moment before he grinned and pulled out his wand. One muttered spell later, a VCR was standing in front of them, together with a brand new television. Hermione blinked, momentarily confused.

"I didn't know you were allowed to do that with magic; I thought you had to buy things like books and such." She commented.

"We do, but to every rule, there's a loophole; I just happened to find it." Bill grinned.

"And what, pray tell, is that loophole, Mr Weasley?" She asked in a mock- stern voice.

"´The Ministry's Defence Sector Employees are allowed to do any spell available to them to carry out their tasks. This includes the professions of Auror, Unmentionable, Reversal of Accidental Magic Squad and Curse- Breakers.´" He quoted, still grinning like a wolf.

"Trust you to come up with something like that. So, are we going to rent that movie, or what?" She asked, getting to her feet and pulling him up as well.

"Dare I venture ´or what´?" He asked, but followed her out the door.


"You know, we've never really been on a date." Bill said off-handily as they walked towards Muggle London.

"I know. I'm not complaining though; I've never been a ´date´ type of girl." Hermione shrugged.

"I'm glad; I had enough of the giggly, make-up-and-boys talking girls when I was studying to become a Curse-Breaker. They seemed so air-headed. I must say, that was what made me notice you in the first place." He smiled.

"Oh?" She asked, wondering when he'd started to notice her.

"Remember when you stayed at the Burrow before the World Cup?"

"Yes." She nodded.

"Well, most girls that came to our house together with either the Twins, Ginny or Ron were the kind of girls who cared nothing about anything except their looks and how they'd snare the next boy to walk by. You were different. So different that I wondered if you really were fourteen; you were much smarter than any other girl your age, and seemed to be much more mature than they were." He explained, eyes growing a bit misty with the memories.

"Really? You know, that's funny, because the first time I began to pay attention to you was at the World Cup. Remember, you told me about the rules of Quidditch, but I asked you to give up when I didn't get it after the sixth time." She grinned, "I remember thinking that your mother should let off arguing about your hair; I thought it was cute."

"Cute. How sweet, but that isn't really the word normally associated with me and my hair." He seemed a little amused.

"Oh, and what is the word then? Horrible? Untameable? Or simply ugly?" She teased.

"For your information, it has been called cool, sexy and awesome. The Bulgarian bank official at the embassy in Diagon Alley once called it ´cacophony´, but that might have been a mistranslation." He shrugged.

She laughed so hard at that that he had to support her as they walked down the street. He couldn't for his life see what was so funny; a Bulgarian mistranslation and she was laughing like a loon.

"Sorry," She gasped, "But ´cacophony´, one interpretation of it meaning chaos, is what your hair looks like in the morning! But I like it all the same."

"Thank you very much, Ms ´I've-Got-My-hair-Under-Control-At-All-Times´ Granger." Bill shot back, chuckling as well, "But that isn't a very reassuring statement from you."

"Hey, I'm bushy haired, so obviously I should be an expert on bad hair days, right? Therefore, such a statement from me should be reassuring." She pointed out logically.

Silence followed her statement, as Bill thought it over. Hermione spent the silent moment grinning insanely at him, nearly causing him to crack up, but he managed to keep a straight face, and kept his stony silence for a minute or so.

"Damn, you're being logical again; my brain can't take logical." He muttered.

"Of course; I'm born logical." She patted him on the head.

"Opinionated, aren't you?" He laughed.

"No, I'm not opinionated; I'm just always right," She managed tog get out before she collapsed in laughter again.

"Women." He muttered as they struggled on down the street.

Not that he'd do anything to trade this moment. Not ever; it was going to be added to his already large pile of memories about Hermione, which he'd collect and take out when he was old and grey and watch, and smile about, laugh about and even cry about, should there ever come such a moment.

In the relatively short time they'd been together, Hermione had, unknowingly no doubt, changed him greatly. Before he'd met her, he'd been easy-going, always the first to dump a girl should she ever become trouble, but at the same time a little scarred in his trust for others, mainly because of Fleur.

She'd made him trust again, to, without question, let her into his mind and his heart, knowing that she would do nothing to harm him. It was a nice feeling, to know that there was someone that he could trust unconditionally, for whichever reason, and know that they would not even contemplate betraying that trust.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and helped her stand up, as she laughed herself silly over her own comment, doubtlessly because she was overtired. The normal, everyday Hermione would not have broken down in a fit of giggles over a comment like that. She'd have smiled, maybe chuckled a bit, but not all out laughing like she was doing now. But he rather liked her, this way as well.

Of course, in his eyes, Hermione could do no wrong.


The clerk looked at them curiously as they came and, and Hermione dragged Bill around the shop, suggesting several different movies. It was nearly midnight, but they were still as awake as when they entered, when they finally made their choice. It had taken so long because they couldn't agree on anything.

Hermione would find a movie which she thought was nice, or funny, or generally worth watching, and then she'd suggest it. Bill would then proceed to

The majority (Hermione) had decided on Star Wars (the first movie, episode 4, as it were), simply because it was something everyone had to see at least once in their lives, and because Bill hadn't seen it yet. After a moment's indecision, she added Spaceballs to the list of rented movies. She figured that if he was going to see Star Wars, he might as well see the parody of it.

Bill had trusted her to choose the Muggle movies, but had commented that she really should see the movie about Merlin's life, and shouldn't miss the movie version of Herpo the Foul's biography. Of course, they weren't really movies, but modified Pensives, displayed on a big screen.

Hand in hand they had wandered back to the flat, discussing the advantages and disadvantages of Muggle vs. Wizard movies. Well home, Hermione started the movie, and they sat back on the couch with a bowl of popcorn shared between them, laughing and making insults about the movie, laughing out loud.

Just before Darth Vader made his first appearance on screen, Hermione made an impression of him, hand over her mouth, breathing heavily, speaking in the same raspy voice the movie villain used. Bill laughed, but was nearly rolling on the floor later, when the same Vader pulled his infamous line to Luke Skywalker in the end.

It was nearly morning when they finally fell asleep, half-way through The Guns of Navarone, which Hermione had found in one of her bags, thoroughly exhausted by their movie marathon. The popcorn was long gone, as was the bag of chocolates that Bill had unburied in his kitchen.

Neither gave a thought to the fact that they would probably oversleep the next morning, and be late to their own wedding, and when they finally showed up they would be more or less asleep anyway. At the moment it was enough that they were happy, well-fed, and in each others arms.


Ending Notes; alright, this has a definite flavour filler-chapter. Why, because it more or less is. I was going to give you the wedding in this one, but decided against it when the movie-marathon scenario popped into my head. Damn plot-bunnies. *mutters darkly*.

As for the scene at the beginning of the chapter...Er, well, to quote a great source of information and plot-bunnies, (even though we promised not to *grins*), I can only say as he did.

"Your sex-scenes are cheesy. Deal with it." - Dethryl's Rules to Fanficion, the Second List.

So, I dealt with it. By not writing it at all. Hopefully, I didn't mess it up too bad. I am also apologizing in advance for the shortness of the chapter, before you have time to point it out. I blame school and FAP.

Other quotes in this chapter have been taking from the Coffee Mug Slogan Thread in Fap, among many other places.