"Mum? I have a question." Hermione looked up at her daughter and smiled.

"What is it, baby?"

"How do I know this is right?" Her baby girl was standing in the mirror as a sales witch measured her for her wedding dress. Her baby, now all grown up and getting married.

"What are you talking about, honey?" Hermione stepped up to her daughter and touched her shoulder. "Aiden's a lovely boy, Lira. And he makes you happy, doesn't he?"

"Of course he does," Lira said. "But how… how do you know, y'know? How do I know I'm not picking the wrong guy? I mean, I think we'll live happily ever after, but how do I know that the real guy's not somewhere else?"

Hermione talked briefly to the sales witch, satisfied that their business was done for the day. "Come on, love. Let's go get some lunch and talk this through."

The pair made their way out of the boutique and found a café to buy lunch. Hermione sat down with her young daughter and sighed. She looked so much like her father it was scary. Though a pretty, more feminine version of her father. Lira began chewing on her lip, a nervous habit from her mother.

"Now, what's this all about, Lira?"

"I'm just… what if I'm making a mistake? I mean, yeah, I love Aiden, and I'm sure we'll be happy together, and we'll have kids, and the sex is great-"

"Be sure to never mention that to your father," Hermione said with a smile. "I'm pretty sure he still thinks you're a virgin."

"Daddy still thinks I'm in pigtails," Lira giggled.

"Yes, well, your father is a strange one," Hermione said.

"How did you know? When you and Daddy got together, how did you know you wanted to marry him?"

"I… things were different then," Hermione said. "But your dad… I just knew. I couldn't go a day without him. We had our problems, of course, but even when I was angry with him I had to be near him."

"And Daddy loves you."

"Aiden loves you, sweetness," Hermione said, stroking her daughter's cheek.

"Will you tell me the story?" Lira asked. "The whole story. I've heard bits and pieces, but never the whole thing."

"What story?"

"The story about how you fell in love with Daddy," Lira said. "And don't leave anything out. Tell me all about Uncle Harry and Aunt Gin, and Uncle Remus. Oh! And tell me about where Draco came in, and then Daddy."

"Are you sure?" Lira nodded enthusiastically. "Okay," Hermione sighed. "It's a long story."

"We've got all day."