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Ron and her chose the most beautiful ring in the store, and Hermione wears it more proudly than she ever did a piece of clothing before.
She can’t help but croon every time someone notices it. Yes, I’m getting married to the best person on Earth, what about you?
“No reason to be afraid, mon amour,” Fleur’s fingers are daft, and she is braiding Hermione’s hair for her. She already put on the dress. The dress is as beautiful as the ring, as Fleur herself. Flattering her slim waist, with a long bridal train, mixed with the back of the dress.
Ron hasn’t seen it yet, and Hermione can’t wait for it.
Luna and Ginny are her bridesmaid. Fleur said she didn’t want to do it. Hermione hadn’t argued, she knows why she did it, and she’s grateful for it. Fleur is so pretty, she would have made people turn their head away from the bride. Hermione wouldn’t say she’s narcissistic, but for once in her life, just that once, she’d like to be the only person people would look up to.
Molly was really severe on bridal tradition, and she said Hermione wasn’t to see Ron on the 24 hours before the wedding. It puts her stomach in knots. She wants to see him, see his smile, reassuring her that it will all be okay. That they will always love each other.
“He loves you, and you love him. Everything will go over just fine. He’s been in love with you for so long, now.”
“I’ve been in love for long too.”
Fleur hums, gently. “Your hair is so pretty. You really should take more care of it. I can give you good products, if you want? You know that ‘Arry’s grand-dad brand is really good, especially with curly hair like yours.”
It makes Hermione chuckles that Fleur is still calling Harry like this. She always kept it that way even if she naturally puts ‘h’ everywhere now. It’s just for old time’s sake, and nobody ever piped a word about it.
“That will have to be your gift to me for my wedding, alright?”
Fleur laughs too. Their calm atmosphere is broken when Luna and Ginny enters the room.
“Everything’s going well? Ron has bullied me until I came to check on you,” Ginny whines, complaining about her brothers is her favourite activity, really.
“It’s well. Kind of stressed, but I know everything will be perfect. As long as we’re together…”
“Urg, sappy. I will report it words for words, he might leave me alone after that, Merlin!”
She leaves the room, leaving Luna there, humming to herself, balancing on her feet.
“You’re so pretty, Mione!” she finally exclaims.
“Thank you, Lu. You’re pretty, too!”
Ginny wears a suit, in pale purple, and Luna’s dress matches with the same colour, flowers decorating both of their hairs. Of course, men are not funny, so they will be dressed in black, with a purple flower on their vest.
Time passes in a rush, and suddenly, Hermione is standing up, her dad is looking at her.
“Can’t believe your marrying, my little pumpkin,” she puts the side of her face on his shoulder.
“Can’t believe it either. It seems too good to be true!”
Then, their cue, and they’re ready to go. They walk down the aisle, the whole family there, bridesmaid already there with the boys and her future husband. Harry and Bill both look at Ron with visible emotion. The rest of the crowd is watching Hermione as she goes through them. Hermione doesn’t think she’s particularly pretty, but today, she feels like a shining star. She can’t even really notice the people, her eyes only see Ron.
Ron who loves her, no matter her quirks. Because of them, really. Who took the time to read books about asexuality, to understand her better. Took the time to talk about it to her, figuring out what she was fine with, and what she was not.
She’d never think she’d get that luck, that happy.
And yet, here she is.
Watching him in the eyes. Only him, there. Yes, only him, forever.
“You can kiss,” says the officiant, and they do.
It’s maybe a bit too long to be appropriate, but she doesn’t really care. Because it’s just a few seconds for them, a few seconds, to seal that future. Theirs.
Forever.