Harmione One Shots

| What Might Have Been pt. 3

Minutes later, she felt every eye in the church on her, as she walked arm in arm with her father down a narrow aisle.

An orchestral arrangement of a beautiful song called "Iris" by a muggle band called The Goo Goo Dolls flowed down from the balcony behind her as she made her way to the front of the cathedral.

Her vision blurred with tears as she made it to the front third of the aisle; her mind once more slipping back to a day when she was fifteen years old and Hedwig brought her a letter that changed the course of her life forever.

"Are you okay, dear?" Her father asked from her left side. His voice was a little shaky with emotion.

"Yes... Just taking this in, dad."

She wanted to wipe her eyes, but didn't want to draw additional attention to her tears until she was toward the front with her back to more people.

Looking ahead, she saw blurred visages of all of her closest friends watching her from near the altar. Parvati, Luna, and Ginny waited to receive her when she arrived at her destination. On her other side, she could see Seamus, Neville, and Ron waiting for her with wide smiles all around.

A man in black robes approached them from the center of the alter as they made it to the front.

Leaning in to hug her and place a kiss on her temple, her father whispered in her ear "I love you so much, baby glrl. I'm proud of you, and everything you've overcome. I could simply not be happier with the young woman you've grown into, darling."

Taking his embrace as an opportunity to wipe her eyes, she kissed his cheek and said "Thanks, daddy. I love you too. Thank you for everything you've done and everything I've put you through."

As they parted her father shook the man's hand and whispered something to him, eliciting a smile and a serious nod.

She felt her father take her hand and join it with the black robed man's and turned her now blissfully clear eyes to his.

The air caught in her lungs as she met piercing emerald orbs beneath a rather dashing looking artfully tousled shock of raven black hair.

"Harry." She whispered as her eyes filled with fresh tears.

"Hermione." He replied, looking far more gobsmacked than he had at the Yule Ball years before.

They turned to face each other head on as Arthur Weasley stood up from the front row and made his way over to preside over the ceremony she'd been dreaming about for a decade.