Unbroken

Epilogue Part 2

Hermione POV

Today's the day of the wedding and while I'm excited, a part of me feels a bit of longing for the wedding Harry and I never had. The ring on my finger is proof that I am his and he, me, but I still want our wedding to happen sooner rather than later.

I take a moment to admire my bridesmaid dress in the mirror and mindlessly pat away the few wrinkles that probably aren't even noticeable. I'm nervous, to say the least, at what Harry's reaction to me will be when he sees this. I know he'll think I'm beautiful because he always does but I want to completely take his breath away.

My hair is done up in a messy bun despite my best efforts to straighten it and tame it just once. I think I look beautiful as I stare at my reflection but a part of me wonders if I look beautiful enough. It's stupid, downright irrational, but what if Harry isn't at all impressed by me when he sees me? I know Lyla will be at the wedding and so will Cho Chang and they already are way more beautiful than I am.

I can't afford to think like that so I go to find Harry in the bathroom. I crack open the door and step in to see him fiddling with his bow tie. His hair is messy just like mine, his face is clean shaven as he likes it, and he looks beyond delectable. I can feel the heat pooling near my lower belly but I shoo it away.

"You look handsome," I say, leaning against the doorway."

"Don't know how it keeps happening, it's not like I'm trying," he jokes at me, still fiddling with his tie. "Stupid blasted thing," he exclaims as I snort at him. He must have been having this fight with the tie for a while now.

"'Mi, can you come and..." he turns to me and his jaw drops, silencing whatever word was next out of his mouth.

Mission accomplished, I've never felt more gorgeous than right now. His eyes are roving up and down my body but his mouth is still wide open while he tries in vain to process the sight in front of him. I blush at him and snap my fingers in front of his eyes but he remains unmoving.

"Harry, stop, you're making me blush," I playfully admonish him, loving every second of this.

His mouth snaps shut and the grin that comes afterwards is enough to split his face. "I've got to send your parents a gift," he tells me.

What is he on about? I cock my head at him in confusion.

"I've got to give them something for creating gou because, Hermione, and I mean this with everything I am," he comes to me and wraps his arms around my waist, "I don't know how else to tell you you're beautiful. I don't think there's a word for you."

Tears of joy spring to my eyes at his words because I know he means every last one of them. A part of me wants to doubt him but he won't let me, not with his eyes showing the truth in its entirety.

"Let me help you with that," I say hurriedly as I tear my gaze away from him. I know if I keep staring at him, my dress and his tuxedo will come straight off and be left at the foot of our bed.

Wordlessly, I adjust his tie even while I can quite literally feel the spark of electricity between us. I know he feels it too because his magic is reacting to it, enveloping me in its warmth. Is it always going to be like this between us? Sixteen months have past and we still can't be near each other without one of us jumping the other's bones.

"What time does the ceremony start?" He asks me nonchalantly.

He thinks he's being slick but I know him too well. He couldn't care less about the start time, he just wants to know if he has enough time to take me to bed. He doesn't.

"In two hours," I tell him without looking up at him. I fiddle with his already adjusted bowtie and try to pretend as if his finger isn't tracing up my exposed back.