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A/N: Well, this is the last chapter of this story. It's been a blast, and I've enjoyed hearing your comments. I want to thank everyone that sent signed reviews. I enjoy seeing what other people's favorite stories are, and I've read many more good stories because of it. It was also a hoot to see that many of my own favorites were on your lists, and it made my whole day when I saw my story listed there! I have an idea for a sequel to At Last and I'd like to know if anyone would be interested in reading it. If you would, please review at the end of this story. The title of the story and this chapter come from the song, sung by Etta James. No offense to Cindi Lauper, but no one can sing it like Etta. This song has a special place in my heart. Thanks for reading. Cheers!


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Chapter 7: At Last


Ron recovered quickly under Hermione's care. They had their second first date two weeks after Ron was released from St. Mungo's. Although they had already admitted their love for each other, they were still somewhat hesitant around each other. Over the following months, they became inseparable. Harry rarely saw his roommate as he was always at Hermione's place. Then 4 months after their disastrous first date, Ron proposed to Hermione. He has seen enough muggle romantic movies to get some idea of how to do it. They spent the day in muggle London and that evening, they took a ride in a carriage. As the sights of London slowly rolled by to the steady clopping of the horses hooves, Ron turned to look into Hermione's eyes. It was then that he pulled a small box out of his pocket and opened it to reveal an antique diamond ring. The ring had belonged in the Weasley family for generations and was therefore extremely precious. Ron has said that he would spend the rest of his life trying to make her as happy as she had made him. Hermione didn't hesitate when she told him "yes".


The couple had decided to get married on the anniversary of that first date (the original one) at the Burrow. It seemed that the entire wizarding world had turned out for their nuptials. Many old friends from Hogwarts, co-workers, and family were strolling on the lawn, awaiting the beginning of the ceremony.


Harry and Ron were getting ready in Ron's old bedroom. The violent orange of the Cannon's posters and bedspread were oddly comforting. Ron was attempting to tie his tie and failing miserably. His hands trembled and he fumbled with the fabric until Harry took pity on him and did it for him.


"How are you feeling, mate?" Harry said as he clapped Ron on the back.


"Fine, " Ron lied. It wasn't as if he were nervous about marrying Hermione. He knew that he was meant to spend the rest of his life with her. It was standing up in front of all of those people that made him nervous. He was sure he would do something to make a fool out of himself. No, he wasn't nervous about marriage, it was the wedding part he was having problems with.


Harry, having known Ron for so many years, knew exactly what his friend was thinking. "You'll do fine. If you get nervous, just imagine them all sitting there in their knickers. I heard that somewhere a long time ago."


Ron paled. "Are you trying to make me sick as well as nervous? I don't even want to think about Neville's knickers."


They both laughed at that and Ron's nerves calmed a little. "I can't wait until I can call her my wife. I've been waiting for this since we were eleven years old. I still sometimes wonder what made her choose me."


"Must have been your stellar digestive system pyrotechnics. You know how to romance a girl, Ron." Harry said, trying hard to suppress his grin.


Ron laughed and punched him in the arm. Suddenly, Harry turned serious. "You're the best friend I ever had Ron. You and Hermione. I'm going to miss having you as a flatmate. I've lived with you for the last 10 years. I'm not sure I can live with anyone else. Well, except Ginny of course."


"You two will be married in a couple of months and you'll forget all about little old me. Besides, she doesn't snore, well not loud as me anyway. You're my best mate, Harry. I'll always be there for you. And it's not like I won't see you everyday at work, partner." Ron and Harry had finished Auror training and had been partnered with each other since they became fully trained.


"Well, no time like the present. Let's go get your wife." Harry clapped Ron on the back and they made their way out to the ceremony site.


Meanwhile, Ginny was fastening the last few buttons on Hermione's dress. Even though she wanted to have a mostly magical wedding, Ron had insisted on it being muggle. He reasoned with her that they would be living in the magical world the rest of their lives, and wanted to have as many muggle customs as they could. Hermione had to admit that she LOVED this dress. It was the first dress that she had tried on while shopping with Ginny and Mrs. Weasley. Mrs. Weasley had to wipe her eyes with a handkerchief when she had seen her. Now, she was almost ready.


"There, I think that'll do it." Ginny had struggled with the buttons because Hermione didn't want her to use magic and risk damaging the gown. Ginny knew this was ridiculous, but humored Hermione anyway. She was a nervous bride, and Ginny thought it best to go along with her. "Hermione, you are absolutely lovely. Ron's eyes are going to pop out of his head."


"Thank you, Ginny. You know, we really will be sisters after today. It means the world to me that you will be my maid of honor. And in two more months, I'll do the same for you." Hermione smiled at the red-headed girl, and then turned toward the window, staring out onto the grounds.


"What is it? Are you ok?"


"I'm nervous, but that will be over as soon as we've said our vows. It's just, I wish my parents were here to see this day. I always dreamed my dad would walk me down the isle. They would have loved Ron." A silent tear rolled down her cheek.


Ginny wrapped her arms around her friend and hugged her tightly. "I know. I wish Bill and Percy were still here. They would have loved to see their little brother get married, especially to you. We'll remember them fondly today. I know they're watching us from somewhere. Guess you'll just have to put up with my dad walking you down the isle. If I hadn't told you before, he is beside himself with joy. Not only does he get you as a daughter, but he gets to participate in a muggle ritual. This has made his decade."


Both women shared a laugh. "I love your family. I'm proud to be one of you today."


"Well, we'd better get going so we can make it official." Ginny opened the door to search for her father and let him know it was time. Hermione took the opportunity to look herself over in the mirror one last time.


"You are a vison in white, my dear. Good luck today, " the old mirror said with a raspy but kind voice.


"Thank you"


Hermione heard footsteps outside the door. "Are you decent?" Mr. Weasley asked before entering.


"I'm ready."


Mr. Weasley took a look at his future daughter-in-law and a broad smile lit up his face. "You are the most lovely bride I've ever seen, next to Molly."


Hermione couldn't answer him or she would start crying from joy. She reached out and hugged the older man as he patted her on the back. "Shall we go?" Hermione nodded and they began their journey to the alter, Hermione's arm linked with Mr. Weasley's.


Mr. Weasley led Hermione to the aisle where the couple got their first glimpses of each other in their wedding finery. Ron had never seen Hermione lovelier and Hermione had never seen Ron look so handsome and grown-up. The rest of the ceremony was a blur to them, but when the vicar asked them "do you promise to love one another in sickness and in health" they smiled at each other. They couldn't help remembering their first date. Of course they could keep that promise.


Once the ceremony was over, the party began in the yard adjacent to the Burrow. They busied themselves greeting their guests, trying to get a bite to eat, and standing still while Colin Creevy took their pictures. Before they knew it, it was time for their first dance. Hermione had allowed Ron to pick the music. Ron spoke to the assembled crowd as he explained the song he had chosen.


"Hermione and I have know each other for ten years, but only started seeing each other last year, a year ago today in fact. Since we started dating, several people have told me that they always knew we would end up together. They seemed to think we were just too stubborn to admit that we liked one another. Well, I'm here to tell you that they were right. But we seem to have gotten it right this time, at last. Hermione, my bride, this is dedicated to you. I thank Merlin everyday to have you in my life. I love you."


Ron joined Hermione in the middle of the crowd and placed his arms around her waist as they began to sway to a muggle song that Hermione recognized as At Last by Etta James.


At last
my
love has come along
my lonely days over
and life is like a song

At last
the skies above are blue
my heart was wrapped up in clover
the night I looked at you

I found a dream
that I could speak to
a dream that I could call my own
I found a thrill
to press my cheek to
a thrill that I have never known

You smile
you smile
oh and then the spell was cast
and here we are in heaven
for you are mine at last

I found a dream
that I could speak to
a dream that I
could call my own
I found a thrill
to
press my cheek to
a thrill that I have never known

You smile
you smile
oh and then the spell was cast
and here we are in heaven
for you are mine at last


After a couple of hours, many of the guests began leaving. When only the closest friends and family were left, Ron turned to his bride. "What would you like to do now Mrs. Weasley?"


"Well, Mr. Weasley, why don't we apperate over to our hotel and begin our own private party."


"You're on"


The couple said goodbye to everyone and thanked them for a day they would always remember. And then they left to begin their new life together.


THE END


A/N: What a fluffy, sappy way to end this story. But I felt it needed a happy ending. Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed. Remember, if you want a sequel, press the little square down there on the left that says GO to leave me a review. I promise it won't be quite as sappy.