A/N-This will almost certainly be the final chapter of this fic. I realize there wasn't really much of a conflict and that's because I had intended to make it quite a bit longer. I suppose I just ran out of steam on this one and hit a massive wall. If I do continue with my intended storyline it will almost definitely be in another fic. Anyway, I thought I owed you all at least one more chapter of Hermione/Ginny goodness. Get ready for some good old fashioned sugary sweet fluff...

Hey, I bought the rights to Harry Potter. That's why I've been away for so long, all that paper work and I had to get together my billions of dollars together in one big pile. Not really. Not at all actually. I still do NOT own any rights to Harry Potter, and I still am not a billionaire. I have serious doubts about either ever happening. *sigh*

Hermione and Ginny's wedding wasn't anything like Hermione had imagined her wedding would be. Really, it was the absolute opposite. Having essentially grown up surrounded by the large Weasley family, she always guessed she would have a large wedding, partly because of the family's size and partly because, in Hermione's mind, all weddings must be huge and elaborate and stressful. The Weasley-Granger wedding was none of those things. Not that it was a bad. On the contrary, Hermione loved the intimate backyard ceremony and the larger, still fairly private reception in the Weasley's backyard.

It just all seemed so easy, almost too effortless to be real. To start off with, she and Ginny worked so well together that they rarely had exceptionally large fights outside of the usual disagreements that come with living together. Then the wedding, the supposed event to end all events, had come together within a month, causing little tension between the pair or their respective families.

It was too easy, way too easy to be real. Hermione's mind had a natural habit of finding the complication, the hitch in the plan. It proved very helpful in saving the wizarding world, but at this precise moment it was proving tiresome.

Ginny, clad in her white, cotton sundress, sauntered over to Hermione's spot at the table where the brunette sat, her brow furrowed as she looked out the the group of red headed Weasley's gathered at the opposite end of the dance floor.

"So," Ginny said as she leaned over the table, resting her hands in front of her. "What can I do for you, Mrs. Weasley?"

"Your mother is Mrs. Weasley. It's Granger-Weasley," Hermione said, though she cracked a smile at hearing a version of her new surname. "There are a lot of thing you can do for me."

"Are any of them things you'd want your parents to see?" Ginny asked as she hoisted herself onto the table and leaned over next to Hermione's ear. "Or should we find somewhere more private?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and blushed. Why'd Ginny have to be so damn sexual? Not that Hermione wasn't thinking any of those things, but Ginny made self control exceedingly difficult when she actually said them like that. Hermione would never tell Ginny to stop though; she liked it way too much.

"No, you know, I was just thinking about how easy we are," Hermione mused.

"Hey, speak for yourself there, I've only had sex with you for the past five years," Ginny said as she twirled a loose strand of hair that had fallen out of Hermione's bun.

"You know what I mean. This relationship, us, even the wedding, it all comes so easily and naturally, I just, I worry. I worry it's too easy, that there's some kind of catch," Hermione said.

"Listen to me," Ginny said, taking Hermione's face in her hands and rubbing Hermione's cheeks with her thumbs. "You love me, right?"

"More than anything, but—

"And I love you so much I can hardly stand it right now," Ginny said as she leaned closer so their foreheads were touching. "Maybe we've had enough heartbreak and uneasiness in our lives. Maybe we deserve this, maybe we've earned it."

Hermione smiled and looked up into Ginny's eyes. "I guess you're right."

"I know I'm right," Ginny said as she slid off the table. "Besides, if there are complications, I'm sure they'll find us just fine. We don't need you looking for them."

"Alright," Hermione said as she stood from her seat. "Consider my looking days done."

"I'd hope so, you're a married woman now," Ginny said with a smile, then nodded her head in the direction of the dancefloor, where a perky, upbeat song had just started playing. "What do you say to a dance?"

Hermione let Ginny lead her to the dance floor. They tried to keep the dancing innocent enough, since their parents were also at the party. As it turned out, such a measure wasn't necessary. Hermione's mother, unaccustomed to the heady effect that goblin made wine and firewhisky creates, was oblivious to the world and started to put on enough of a spectacle to occupy the rest of the Weasley family. Shortly after Hermione and Ginny joined the rest of the party on the dance floor, Mrs. Granger had decided that it might be a good idea to try dancing on the table.

"Hermione," Mrs. Granger yelled as she waved to her daughter. "Hey, darling. Come on up and dance with your mum."

Hermione whirled around and saw for the first time what her mother was doing.

"Mum!" Hermione let go of Ginny's hands and rushed over to the table as she saw her mother wobble dangerously. "What is your problem?"

"Whatever do you mean? I'm fabulous, better than I've been in forever," Mrs. Granger said as she sat on the table with Hermione's help. The Weasley boys looked a little bit disappointed that the spectacle had been broken up, but scattered to find something else to entertain themselves. "I might even go show your father a good time. Haven't done that in a good long time, you know. Not sure why, you know, your father is fantastic in bed. Well endowed too."

"Christ, mum," Hermione said as she snatched the glass of wine from her mother's hand. "That's something I could have gone forever without knowing."

"What, you thought we got married because our personalities fit so well?" Mrs. Granger said.

"I, I don't know mum," Hermione said as she shook her head, still trying to get past some unpleasant visuals. "Just stop. You're making a fool of yourself."

"Fine," Mrs. Granger said as she stood, her arms folded like a defiant child. "I'll just go and find your father. He'll appreciate my company."

Hermione let go of Mrs. Granger's arm and watched as her mother walked unsteadily towards the house where Mr. Granger was talking animatedly with Mr. Weasley about muggle culture, completely oblivious to what Mrs. Granger had in store for him. Hermione sighed and downed the rest of the wine in her mother's glass.

"Now there's something you don't see every day," Ginny said, trying to suppress a grin for Hermione's sake.

"No, no it's not," Hermione said. "You can laugh it's ok. She's being absolutely ridiculous."

"It's not that," Ginny said as she wrapped her arms around Hermione's neck. "Not completely. It's just I've never seen you drink a glass of wine that fast."

"Yeah," Hermione said with a faint smile as she put her arms on Ginny's waist. "Well, I guess she brings out the best in me."

Raucous laughter suddenly burst out across the yard. Both women looked over to see virtually the entire small party gathered around. Mrs. Granger had apparently just told a fabulously funny joke or story, or said something fantastically embarrassing. Either way, she had everyone in stitches.

"I don't even want to know," Hermione said as she went to take another sip before realizing that her glass was empty.

"You want to go somewhere quiet?" Ginny asked, and before Hermione could answer, she pulled Hermione in the direction of the small patch of trees at the edge of the Weasley property.

They walked for a few minutes before coming to familiar clearing. Tall trees formed a small circle and twigs and a few dead leaves lay scattered about the forest floor. The reminants of a makeshift bench composed of a few old boards and some rocks sat at the edge of the clearing. Hermione turned around and looked up at the half moon, closing her eyes and shivering as a cool breeze kicked up.

"Here, come lie down with me," Ginny said as she lay on her back with her hands under her head. "I'll keep you nice and warm."

Hermione laid down on the ground next to Ginny. She was not especially cold, but she snuggled closer to Ginny anyway. They both looked up at the moon and the stars without saying a word until Ginny broke the silence.

"Do you remember the first time we came out here?" she said as she rubbed Hermione's arm to keep her warm.

"Of course," Hermione said, resting her head on Ginny shoulder. "You want to know why?"

"Why is that?" Ginny asked.

"It was that moment. I decided I could spend the rest of my life with you," Hermione said. "You were gorgeous that evening, and I felt like I knew you better than anyone else because this is our place, no one else's."

"Really?" Ginny said after giving Hermione a kiss on the forehead. "Why did you never tell me this? About the spending the rest of our life together?"

Hermione shrugged. "I figured if we were going to be together forever there needn't be any rush. What about you, when did you figure it out?"

"Every time I kiss you, I realize it over and over again," Ginny said as she looked into Hermione's eyes.

Hermione, usually inclined to roll her eyes or say something like 'what a line' at Ginny's dramatic proclamations, instead simply kissed Ginny on the lips. If there was any day to be over the top romantic, your wedding day was certainly top of the list.

Ginny kissed Hermione back and pulled the brunette down on top of her, enjoying the feel of their bodies pressed together, separated only by the thin cotton of their dresses. Hands began to roam with increasing boldness and their neatly arranged hair began to come apart.

Hermione was getting twigs and brush in her hair but she did not particularly care. She just never wanted this moment to end. Of all of the exciting moments in her life, these were the ones that she loved the most. It was not the praise of superiors after winning a particularly difficult case, or the surge of adrenaline that she got while helping Harry defeat Voldemort years ago. It was these moments, these small moments, the kisses and the tender touches that Hermione treasured. Hermione knew she would remember these moments forever.

A/N-So, what do you think of this chapter? The fic as a whole? Thank you so much to everyone who has taken the time to read and review. It's great to know that people are enjoying what I'm putting out there, or that they're at least giving it a chance. The whole fanfic writing thing has helped me to grow in ways I could not have imagined. I hope to continue doing it for awhile. On that note, any ideas for new projects for me? No promises, but I do like to hear other people's ideas. :)

I may not be a billionaire, but getting loads of reviews sure makes me feel like one :)