Unexpectedly Expecting

16: A Weasley Wand Point Wedding

Ginny

Breakfast was a quiet, subdued affair as she sat down for breakfast. Hermione sat by Snape, and Harry by her side, and yet he seemed just as quiet about the whole werewolf affair. She had thought that she would have more time to have a better wedding, but mum could not be persuaded otherwise. The Ministry official was going to be arriving soon, and she didn't feel prepared like Hermione was, or so mum and Ron would have her believe. Tonks was the second to last to arrive at breakfast, and she chose green hair for the occasion.

She tousled her hair, grinning, "Wotcher, Gin. How's the blushing bride? I thought green would be fitting for today."

Draco Malfoy looked sullen as he plopped down in one of the chairs. "Hey, cos.' Still copying your style from washed up 80's punk rockers?"

Tonks stuck her tongue at him, "At least I'm not dressed like I live like the Titanic just sank."

Dad almost groaned, "Could you three pack away your sass for one day? The less I have to spend in this place the better I will be."

Hermione slammed her knife on her plate, her face angered, "No one is forcing you to remain here...Arthur."

"Now see here young lady--"

"Arthur, please. We are guests in this house," Mum reminded dad. "We have to think of our alliance."

Dad looked flustered. "You're right, Molly. I'm sorry, Hermione."

Snape casually sipped his coffee, "Now that there will be less...drama, I think we can get on with our day."

People began talking about wedding this, and wedding that, blah, blah, blah. Ginny didn't see what the big fuss was since she witnessed Hermione's own wedding through Harry's pensieve memories...

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Flashback....

Harry

The ocean roars through his ears as they all wait for the Ministry of Magic official to arrive. Hermione wears this off the shoulder mermaid hemmed gown with pretty pearl and lace details. She wears a simple flower crown of purple peonies on her wavy brunette hair.

Ron is sad, far more than he needs to be, but then again, he's been pining for Mione' for years, and now she'll be out of reach forever, because Snape touched her...there...with his man bits...and got her pregnant. Snape looks irritatingly suave with his shoulder length black hair tied back with a black ribbon, and a very old fashioned black suit, the kind with the long tails in the back.

The flowered pagoda thingy that was set up would have been lovely if Hermione was marrying literally anybody else. A loud pop is heard, and a petite, squat witch arrives dressed in official Ministry robes, a Wizengamot robe by the look of it, carrying a brown satchel, and wearing thick glasses over a beaky nose. She eyes the assembly with some annoyance, because an outdoor beach wedding is not what she wanted to go to for a work related errand.

Malfoy senior escorts Hermione, and Harry watches with the other Weasleys. Harry pays zero attention to the ceremony as the couple exchanges rings Lucius Malfoy hands over to the couple. Malfoy joins his son, and girlfriend sort of apart from the Weasley gathering, but not quite.

The couple swears some official vows of fidelity and all that. Nothing Unbreakable Vow binding, which is a pity, but still a nice touch. Finally, the official announces the kiss, and Harry sees that Hermione tears up somewhat, but Snape wipes them away with his thumbs as he leans in and brushes his lips against Hermione's. She kisses him back, and Mrs Weasley gasps as a halo of golden light shines around them before they stare into each other's eyes before Hermione chuckles at some private joke, only Snape didn't move his lips.