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Chapter 25

"You look beautiful!" Ginny shrieked, taking in Hermione's form. She looked lovely in the strapless dress. The ivory complemented her tan skin perfectly.

"You've outdone yourself Ginny," Hermione said, taking a look in the mirror. The dress was long, ivory, elegant, and perfect. She felt slightly upset that George had seen the dress last night, but shrugged it off. She looked beautiful, and everyone would be wowed by her appearance. When she walked down the aisle, all eyes would be on her. Turning sideways, she looked at her hair. It was twisted up nicely, with a hit of messy, with some of her curls coming down on both sides. Blushing, she realized she looked beautiful, truly beautiful.

Ron and Harry would be so proud.

She felt her throat constrict at the thought of them. "Oh," she said, her voice hoarse.

Ginny bit her lip, frowning. "Are you all right?"

Hermione shook her head, keeping her mouth shut. She couldn't cry, not right now. They would want her to be happy, smiling on her big day, not crying because of them.

"I'll grab you some water," Ginny said, quickly leaving the bathroom. She returned before Hermione could even blink, handing her a glass of water.

"Thanks," Hermione mumbled, draining the glass quickly.

Ginny narrowed her eyes. "Are you sure you're all right? You look a bit queasy?"

Hermione gulped, nodding once more. "Just nervous. And thinking about Ron and Harry…." She let her voice trail off, staring at her reflection in the mirror.

Ginny crossed the room, squeezing her shoulder. "Hey, you look beautiful. George will be floored when he sees how stunning you look. I know you're nervous, but just try to enjoy tonight. It's your night, and no one will be able to take that away from you." She took a deep breath. "And Harry and Ron would be so proud of you. You've overcome your grief, and accomplished so much in these past few months. You've found love, found strength, and found happiness. They would be so happy for you."

Hermione felt her throat constrict. Her eyes welled up with tears as she turned to face Ginny, her sister. She threw her arms around her, giving her a hug. "Thank you Ginny," she said, giving her a timid smile.

Hermione pulled away, smoothing out her dress. Ginny left, leaving Hermione alone. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

She was finally going to be Mrs. Hermione Weasley. Her throat felt dry. She had no regrets with George, because she loved him, more than anything in the world. But still, she couldn't help the butterflies flying around in her stomach at the moment.

Tonight was about her and George, no one else. They were going to be joined together, in more than one way. Her nerves tingled, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Hermione?" Jean called out, tapping on the bathroom door.

"Mom?" She called out, opening the door.

"Oh honey, you look so beautiful!" She said, pulling her daughter in for a hug. Pulling away, she noticed her tears. "Hermione, dear, are you all right?"

Hermione nodded. "Just a bit nervous."

"Are you ready for this?" Jean asked gently.

Hermione nodded. "I am. George is the one. I want to spend the rest of my life with him… I'm just feeling a lot of mixed emotions right now."

"Awh, just pre wedding jitteres," She hugged her again.

Hermione laughed, wiping away the tears. "Did my make-up smudge?"

Jean smiled, shaking her head. "You look absolutely radiant."

"Thanks Mum," she said, shooting Jean a smile.

"It's time dear," she said, taking her daughter's hand. The two of them walked down the stairs, making their way towards the kitchen. They had decided to get married in the Burrow, as was Weasley tradition.

Jon smiled as he saw his little girl. "You look beautiful Hermione," he said, pulling her in for a hug. Her father looked handsome all dressed up.

"Ready?" He asked, holding out his arm.

Hermione gulped, but nodded. Her mother kissed them both before going to take her seat. Hermione took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

She took his arm, taking a deep breath. The wedding march began to play. The two of them moved into the garden. Hermione blushed as she took in George's perfect face. It was a combination of happiness and awe. Her heart skipped a beat.

He smiled at her, causing her insides to turn to mush.

Before she knew it, her and her father had reached the end of the aisle. This was it. "I love you Mione," her father said, kissing her cheek. He placed Hermione's hand into George's. Stepping closer to George, she mouthed the words "I love you." George did the same.

Kingsley was talking, but Hermione wasn't paying much attention. All she could do was stare into George's eyes, losing herself in the moment. This was it. She was finally going to be his wife. They were getting married.

"Do you Hermione, take George to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, no matter what your love endures? Do you promise to bond your souls together, never to separate?" Kingsley asked.

Hermione smiled. "I do."

He turned to George, asking the same thing. George sent Hermione a wink, saying "I do."

"Then I pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss your bride." Kingsley said with a smile, pulling away from the couple.

Hermione embraced him quickly, pressing their lips together. George dipped her backwards, kissing her passionately. The kiss was perfect. Everything Hermione could have hoped for.

George smiled, and the two of them walked back up the aisle as husband and wife. They walked straight onto the dance floor into their first dance.

"Well Mrs. Weasley, how does it feel to be married?" He asked with a small, pulling her close. The two of them danced together, moving slowly together.

"It feels amazing," Hermione said with a blush. "How does it feel to be married Mr. Wealsey?"

"Like it was the best choice I've ever made," he said, pulling her in for a kiss. The crowd clapped and hooted.

The two of them were together, and that was all that mattered. They were bonded, soul mates, and would never spend their time apart.

It was all she could have ever wanted, to be happily married with the man who she loved. The man who had supported her throughout it all. The man who had been her light when she was lost in darkness.

She knew Ron and Harry were looking down on them with smiles on their faces.

Hermione leaned forward, capturing George's lips. "I love you."