Everything That You Are...

November 27th 2007

(Authors Note: it's Romione wedding time! This is going to be a few chapters so you get lots of cute detail! Enjoy!)

Hermione breathed in, her hands resting on her stomach, as she heard the zip of her dress. Feeling the satin clinging tighter and tighter to her back, she pulled in her stomach a little more.

"There. All done." Ginny remarked.

Hermione let go of the breath she had been holding.

Out of the blue, the pair heard a fussy voice coming from the corridor. Seconds later, Fleur scurried into the room armed with flowers and ribbons. Angelina followed her in, setting down an armful of magical hair products on the dressing table. A large bottle of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion was amongst them. Hermione felt a nostalgic smile spread across her face.

Snapping Hermione out of her mild trance, Fleur grabbed her by the shoulders and plonked her down on a stool.

"Angelina! Ze 'airbrush!" she demanded. Angelina, who wasn't the most fond of dresses and all, pulled out her wand and levitated the brush into Fleur's widespread hand. Hermione, judging by the urgency in Fleur's voice, was awaiting an aggressive hair tugging. But she was pleasantly surprised when Fleur's hands were gentle on her curls.

Three quarters of an hour, three bottles of Sleekeazys and several flowers later, Hermione's hair was done. And spectacularly too. Everyone thought so (although Ginny held back her impression, not wanting to give Fleur the satisfaction).

Fleur was just finishing off Hermione's makeup when there was a knock at their door.

"Ron! How many times? You can't see her yet!" groaned Ginny. The door clicked open, and Harry poked his head in.

"Good job I'm not Ron then." He smirked. Ginny's face lit up and she gave everyone in the room a 'please can I go?' look before hopping out of her chair as Hermione gave a nod of approval.

It didn't take long before there was another knock at the door.

"Oh for ze love of Merlin! Who is it now?" Fleur screeched.

The plump fugue of Mrs Weasley plodded in, little Rose in her arms.

"That's no way to talk to your mother-in-law now is it?" she scolded. Fleur looked away sheepishly.

"Mummy!" Rose squeaked, squirming out of her Grandma's arms. Mrs Weasley put her down and she waddled over to Hermione with outstretched arms.

"Hello sweetie," Hermione smiled, centering the flower crown that sat lopsided on her daughters head, "don't you look pretty." She kissed her on the forehead and hugged her tight.

"Molly," Fleur chirped "could you fetch Victoire and Dominique? I need to do their 'air." Mrs Weasley nodded and walked out, before promptly returning with two very pretty blonde girls, both spitting images of their mother. They were both wearing long chiffon gowns of lilac.

Rose squealed.

"Vic'war! Dommy!" she barbled. At only one years old, she still had a bit of trouble with their French names.
Victoire bent down as Rose rushed towards her.

"Hey Rose! How're you?" she said. Rose looked over her shoulder before giggling mischievously. She pressed her finger to her lips and made a sshhing sound.

"What is it Rose?" Dominique said, crouching down beside her sister.

"Mummy looks like a princess!" Rose whispered loudly. Everyone laughed as little Rose went as red as her hair with giggly embarrassment.

"Victoire! Zit down!" Fleur demanded. Victoire sat herself on the stool and Hermione watched as Fleur worked her magic on her daughters blonde locks.

Fleur tamed head after head of hair: Victoire, then Angelina, then Dominique, and lastly Ginny, who had returned from her chat with Harry with slightly tousled hair. Then she moved onto makeup, doing everyone's faces in the same order she had done their hair. As Dominique was having her blusher applied, a head of ginger hair appeared behind the door.

"RON GET OUT!" shrieked Ginny.
RONALD WEASLEY ITS BAD LUCK!" scolded Mrs Weasley.
"Ron! Zis is not the right time!" gasped Fleur.
"NO! You'll ruin it!" exclaimed Victoire.

There was a roar of laughter from the corridor. The girls all exchanged discombobulated glances.

"I told you we'd fool 'em!" howled the familiar voice of George.
"Nice one Ted!" laughed Harry.
"Teddy! That was -" Mr Weasley was cut short as the door swang open revealing a disappointed Mrs Weasley in its place.

"-very irresponsible. Now let's leave the ladies alone." Mrs Weasley glared at her husband. As the boys turned their backs, Victoire piped up.

"Can I - erm - have a word with Teddy?" she asked. Fleur stared at her.

"Fine! But do not ruin your mascara!" she added as Victoire exited. ("It's her lipstick you've got to worry about!" Dominique giggled.)

Fleur continued to faff away with everyone's hair, making sure everything was perfect. Victoire returned looking, to Dominique's surprise, as she had done when she left.

Luna had also turned up ("What time do you call 'zis!?" shrieked Fleur on her arrival). Fleur quickly sat Luna down and tossed her long blonde hair into a messy bun, straggles of it falling over her pale face. Fleur had done everyone else's makeup a more traditional muggle way, but she didn't have the time, simply conjuring a spell that instantly made up Luna's face.

"There!" Fleur smiled, "you eez done!"

"Just in time too," piped Ginny, "It's time to go."

Hermione ushered Rose towards and picked her up in her arms. Rose snuggled her head under her mother's neck.

"I love you Rosie Bell" she whispered, kissing her daughters head.

"I love you too Mummy" she replied. Hermione passed Rose over to Ginny and saw that Fleur had opened the door. There stood Mr Weasley, suited up, the remains of his fiery hair combed neatly. Hermione suddenly felt an urge to cry. Her parents weren't here. It wasn't her dad walking her down the aisle. Not that he would know that he was her dad. Her parents were still in Australia under a memory charm. They weren't hear to watch their little girl get married to the man of her dreams. They would love Ron, she was sure of it. And Rose. They would adore Rose.

Hermione blinked back her tears and took Mr Weasley's arm. She wasn't sure whether she'd just thought out loud or whether Mr Weasley was just exceptionally empathetic, but he turned to her and said softly:

"I know I'm not your real father Hermione," his hand patted her arm, "but I promise you, Molly and I love you like one of our own. And I couldn't be happier than Ron is marrying you. He loves you Hermione. He really does. And soon, you're really going to be part of the family." Hermione couldn't help it now. A big fat tear ran down her cheek. She was choked with tears but managed to mouth a 'thankyou' to her father-in-law. If her dad could be here, then she was glad that is was Arthur Weasley who was walking her down aisle. Because if anyone had been a second father to her over the years, it was him.

They stood behind the procession of bridesmaids and groomsmen. Rose stood holding Dominique's hand at the front, already throwing flower petals at the ground ("Not yet Rose!" giggled Dominique). Hermione took a deep breath as she heard the people behind the doors shuffle to their feet. The doors opened and everyone began to walk forward. And Hermione felt like the happiest women in the world.