Ron and Hermione's wedding came two months later.

While some may have assumed it was because the young love birds couldn't wait to get married, the rest of the Weasley offspring knew it was all about avoiding Mrs. Weasley's love of overplanning.

George was helping his brothers hoist the tent, just as they had done for Bill two years before, and Hannah, upon Hermione's request, was speaking to the Grangers. When she had first approached them, they had been nervous, and then relieved when she slipped in the small detail about her blood. It seemed Hermione didn't have a lot of family, and had Hannah not been there, they would have been the only muggles in attendance. Truly, a daunting prospect.

Eventually the vanished to get ready for the ceremony, and their seats were replaced by the ever-radiant Fleur Delacour. Until that moment Hannah had only heard stories about George's sister-in-law but there was no time to stare in speechless awe. Never one to be rude, Hannah introduced herself.

"Hannah Gladdis."

"Oh yes, I know you," Fleur said, "You're my next sister-in-law, yes?" Hannah could only blink in shock. "You are with George, no?"

"Yes, yes, I'm with George, I just didn't know people thought we were engaged."

"Are you not?"

"No, we're not."

"In time."

"I'm not sure about that, I'm not sure his mother likes me much," she admitted awkwardly, and Fleur let out a soft laugh before taking her hands with her own.

"It does not matter if his mother likes you, it does not matter if his sister or his brothers like you, it does not even matter if his great aunt Muriel likes you. Does George love you?"

"Yes, yes I think so."

"Do you love him?"

"With every bit of me."

"Then you will marry him."

"But-."

"They called me Phlegm."

"What?"

"His sister called me Phlegm. Hermione said it too. Even his mother let it slip a few times. And yet I remain."

"That's terrible."

"It is life, and it is how I know that it does not matter if they all hate you. It does not matter if you are a muggle. It does not matter if you are part goblin. If George loves you half as much as Bill loves me, you will marry him." Hannah stared at her, swelling with her assurance. She let her eyes wander to George, dressed in his best suit as he chased a small toddler waddling across the lawn, sighing softly. "I look forward to your wedding, Hannah," she said, standing, smoothing out the red satin of her dress before joining her husband close to the front row. Hannah watched as she pulled her child onto her lap, kissing the white tufts of hair with incredible fondness. Bill wrapped an arm around his wife and Hannah smiled, they were a perfect portrait of love, one that she couldn't help but feel a tinge envious of.

The envy couldn't last long though, not when George appeared, having given up his chase.

"Fleur wasn't scaring you away, was she?" he joked, and Hannah quickly shook her head.

"Definitely not."

"Good, wouldn't want my family fighting." They both blushed at his choice of words but said nothing as he linked their fingers together pulling her towards their seats. As they sat his hand found knee and gently tilted them closer.

They sat in comfortable silence as the chairs filled up around them. Sloane and Draco slipped into seats beside them, maintaining their invitation from a drunk Ron. Draco hadn't been sure about coming, but Sloane had insisted, she wasn't going to miss the marriage of two war heroes. The unlikely group didn't say much as the final seats filled, and the pianist struck the first note of a classical song Hannah didn't recognize.

The senior Weasley's began the procession, dressed to the tee. Hermione didn't have any siblings and Ron had too many to choose from, so they had forgone the mess of bridesmaids and groomsmen. Mrs. Granger came next, escorted by Harry, joyful tears already streaming down her face.

Then, in unison, the crowds stood, turning to watch as Hermione stepped into view. Hannah was unable to contain the gasp that slipped from her lips. Hermione looked like a fairytale as she stepped down the aisle, father guiding her towards the altar. There was no glitz and glam, no lace, only the softest white crepe but the simplicity of the dress only allowed her radiance to shine brighter. Someone had placed white flowers through her French twist and a simple veil hung over her eyes.

At the end of the aisle, Ron was bright red, eyes glossy as she approached him. He was wringing his hands nervously, subtly bouncing on his toes.

When she reached the altar, the vows began. George took her hand as they listened, running his thumb thoughtfully along the back of her hand. The vows moved quickly and when the officiant announced 'you may kiss the bride' Ron grabbed her, surprising both her and the audience by dipping her before melding their lips together. The crowd burst into applause, George hooting beside her as the two kissed for longer than anyone thought Hermione would have allowed.

The reception began instantly, Hannah watching in awe as the chairs turned into tables with the flick of a wand. A wonderful dance floor was situated in the center, soft golden lights turning beautiful patterns across the floor. Hermione had tried to explain how she had managed them a few days ago, but Hannah had left feeling only more confused than before, so she simply stared in awe.

The glasses were never empty, and the food was delicious. The conversation was never dull, and everyone was filled with overwhelming joy. Even when the cake tipped over in an incident involving Crookshanks, a garden gnome, and Harry smiles remained bright and cheery. Hannah recognized several people who had visited her bar, and they came over to say hello, surprised that she was there and promising that they would be stopping by to get another round of her firewhiskey. George recognized several more, introducing her to everyone who stopped to say hello.

The bride and groom were making rounds to the table when they stopped in front of their table.

"You look beautiful," Hannah gushed, pulling her into a spare seat. Hermione blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"And of course, the ceremony was lovely, but you really know how to throw a party," Sloane added.

"Oh, the party was all Ron, he's rather good at planning when he sets his mind to it," she admitted, twitterpation evident across her face. "I'm just surprised there's no reporters trying to crash, we were getting requests all week. Of course, we told them no, but that hasn't stopped them trying before."

"Oh, that would be my fault," Sloane admitted.

"Tell me all your secrets."

"I signed it as mine. Anyone who comes around will be informed that I have claim on the story."

"And they listen?"

"Oh yes, you'll find I'm rather persuasive," she said with an almost evil smile, "I'm not reporting either, but I thought you might prefer a bit of peace on your wedding day." Hermione embraced her, thanking her repeatedly. Sloane only responded with a lopsided grin.

"The story's yours," Hermione promised, "Say whatever you like, and you tell the paper if they ever want anything the Weasley-Grangers won't talk to anyone but you." Now it was Sloane's turn to hug her, both girls squealing 'thank you's as Hannah laughed. Hermione thanked their group one more time as Ron led her away, shining brighter than a new penny as he paraded around his beautiful wife.

George kissed her forehead before searching for his mum, and Sloane and Draco went to dance, leaving Hannah with a moment of silence.

A slow song filled the tent as the first dance began. Hannah watched as Ron twirled Hermione around the dance floor with unexpected grace from the gawky man she had seen trip over dust mites. Slowly, other couples joined them, and she looked around for George, hoping to earn her own dance, but he had disappeared.

"Could I steal a dance before my brother comes back," a deep voice asked and when she turned, she was surprised to see Bill standing in front of her, a hand extended. She glanced around for Fleur, to ask permission, but she was nowhere to be found either. "It's alright, she suggested it," Bill said, and her worries disappeared, taking his hand as he led her to the dance floor. He spun her quickly into the correct position as they moved around their space on the dance floor.

"We'll be lucky to have you in the family," he said, and she blushed, laughing softly at his admission.

"Your wife said something similar earlier this afternoon."

"I know, that's why she sent me."

"Oh?"

"We're all glad you're here, my mother especially. She raves about you to our father when she thinks no one's listening, and when you left after Sunday dinner, she was a blubbering mess. You gave her hope, so if for a second you're ever worried that someone doesn't like you, I want you to remember that." A tear slipped down her cheek and she quickly brushed it away.

"I'm just not... the same."

"Neither is George."

"But I don't know if he's going to propose, and I don't want to get my hopes up," Hannah admitted, eyes flickering to her empty ring finger.

"I've seen the way he looks at you, and if that's not unconditional love I'm not sure what is." She blushed, eyes blurring a bit more.

"Do you really think so?"

"I know so. Speaking of, here he comes now," Bill said before spinning her into the arms of her beloved boyfriend. He caught her with ease, adding a spin of his own before clasping her between his arms. When she glanced back to thank his brother, she found him already holding his wife as they swayed.

"Enjoying yourself?" George asked and she nodded.

"I am."

"Wonderful, otherwise I'd have to fill you with more champagne."

"Oh, I'm not sure I could handle another drop."

"Nonsense. One can never have too much champagne."

"I'm practically floating from all the bubbly."

"That's why you haven't stepped on my toes," he teased, and she gasped, batting his chest softly. "Only kidding, my love," he said and then dipped her until her hair brushed the floor before sweeping her back into his arms, kissing her as he embraced her.

"I thought you didn't dance," she giggled breathlessly, and he shrugged.

"I've decided it depends on the dance partner." He twirled her again, watching with awe as she laughed, stumbling into his chest. He pulled her close to kiss her, hand resting on her cheek. She loved kissing him, it felt like drinking sunshine and the way he held her like no one had before made her feel like a giddy schoolgirl.

"Wizard weddings are so beautiful," she whispered, not completely meaning to say it out loud. "The decorations are next level."

"Maybe you'll get one of your own," he said before his eyes widened, it was clear he too hadn't meant to say that out loud. She giggled nervously, and in a desperate attempt to diffuse the tension he spun her around until they were laughing to hard to be nervous. They danced for hours, jumping around with friends when the violins picked up speed and swaying softly as they held each other when the music softened.

And that was how the night ended. With laughter, suggestive winks, and arms wrapped around each other until they were sure they were drunk on nothing but champagne and love.