A marriage of blood

Chapter 12: The wedding part 2

P.O.V Hermione

After the ceremony, I was over the moon. I was Hermione Jean Weasley, a name I had only dreamed of having. I attached myself to Ron's arm, he hadn't stopped smiling. I slipped the ring on his finger. Mrs. Hermione Weasley, I kept repeating in my mind almost to convince myself it was real. The adults in the party quickly changed the aisle and chairs to tables. Getting it ready for the after-party, each table had a rose centerpiece that me and Molly had worked on.

My mother and father came over to the two of us. My mother was smiling but my father was still rather teary-eyed. He was wearing his normal black suit but with a bright red tie fitting with the theme we had gone with. Ron tensed slightly as they approached, It was obvious to me he was scared of them. Or at least of what they could say to him. In all honesty, I would be more scared of my extended family, they didn't know why we were getting married at 15.

"How is the new married couple," Mom asked, giving me a hug. My father joined in on the hug. I pulled away from the two of them and whatever semblance of control my father had was broken. The waterworks flew out of him.

"My baby girl is all grown up," he sobbed, he hugged me tighter and I was glad I was wearing Ginny's makeup. Wizarding makeup didn't get ruined when you cried. After a minute we wiped off our tears, the tables were set up and there was a small dance floor. The witches and wizards at the wedding didn't look exactly muggle but none of them were too outrageous. Not even Dumbledore, a man who I had known as nothing but magical, was wearing a light gray suit. It looked almost odd to see him like that. I was glad for it as my family's cars started to arrive.

Molly, Arthur and the rest of the Weasleys gathered as well as Harry around me and Ron scattered congratulations were given. Ron's ears went slightly red as the twins whispered something to him. The conversation was cut off by the low rumbling of cars. 5:10, I am always early. My family was a lot like me, everyone was a huge nerd. Not that I think that's a bad thing, as far as most of them are concerned that's a good thing. My grandparents on both sides had taken the news of the wedding rather well (At least that's what my father said). Well, they took it well once they were assured this was not a shotgun wedding. Rose and Henry Granger were rather strict and formal people, Hugo and Alexandra Beck were the living embodiment of an old married couple, sweet and in love though not afraid to start a bickering argument.

My mother didn't have any siblings but my father did. Three to be exact. Uncle Kevin had two kids; twins. He's married to aunt Trinity. (Jared and Adam were four years older than me) they were my first introduction to identical twins. Jared was into physics and space while Adem was a history and math buff. I was glad that they were nothing like Fred and Goerge, I don't think I could stand it. They were rather overprotective of me, almost more than Ron ever was. The two had even protested the idea of me going off to boarding school because they wouldn't be able to protect me. I was rather bullied in primary school, the only thing that kept the kids at bay was them. They might have been nerds but they were friends with most of the jocks (they did a lot of tutoring for the school teams).

Aunt Haily didn't have kids, she instead surrounded herself with books and cats. She treated them like her children and as far as anyone was considered they were. Fluffy, Soot, Raven, and Hat were undoubtedly the favourite grandchildren. She was the head librarian at the University of London. A job she was rather proud of.

Uncle Jimmy had four kids, Macy (16), Hector (18), Josh (22), and Tracy (23). He and his wife were divorced though as far as I could tell everyone was still rather friendly. I was closest to Macy, she was one of the only people in my family I consistently sent letters to. Uncle Jimmy was a divorce lawyer (ironic) and was a rather small and friendly man despite his occupation. I had gone over all the names with Ron yesterday, and I could tell he was mentally going over them as each one of my family members got out of their cars.