The happiest day of Hermoine life was easily her wedding day. Her parents, successful dentists in a growing profession, were easily able to lend her money for a modest but elegant wedding surrounded by friends, family, and love. As tradition dictated, her wedding dress and headpieces were her mother’s, grandmother’s, great grandmother’s, and many other relatives before her. It was a tradition that stemmed from her mothers side. And as she helped place the wooden comb decorated with white flowers, rubies, and pearls into Rose’s half up half down hair, she couldn’t help but feel nostalgic. Even though it had been nearly 3 decades ago, she still remembered it like it was yesterday. She was 24, a year younger than Rose, and her mother had done her makeup and hair, mirroring her and Rose. As she beckoned for Rose to turn around for her to admire her work, Hermoine was stunned by how much she had grown. She knew it was inevitable that she would become more independent and grow up, but it still hurt seeing it. It seemed like yesterday that she ran to her seeking comfort from her after accidentally watching a bit of a horror movie. Before she could let the first tear fall, she signaled for Rose to turn around for Hermoine to lace up her dress. The dress was a stunning ivory and in addition to the lace up back, there was a huge bow on the lower back. The sleeves were off the shoulder, puffy, and were made out of chiffon. The bodice was a sweetheart and the train was royal. Rose looked stunning. The ivory color complimented the porcelain skin that every Granger had, giving her a glow. As if sensing Hermoine quietly sobbing in the back Rose assured her,
“You know I still love you Mom, right?”
“Of course sweetie.” Before Hermoine could elaborate more, Ron waltzed inside and declared,
“The ceremony is about to start. Are you ready?” Giving her daughter a peck on the head and a quick “I love you,” she and Ron exited the room. Having been married for nearly 3 decades, Ron could read her like the back of his hand. Wordlessly, Ron pulled her in for a quick hug and tender kiss.
“You’re ruining your makeup.”
“Oh shut you oaf.” After a pause Hermoine ruefully added, “I can’t help it, my little Rosabella has grown up. It seemed like yesterday that I held her in my arms for the first time and next thing you know she’s marrying Malfoy’s son out of all people. And is my makeup really ruined?” Ron gave a chuckle and responded with, “No, but at the rate you were going it was going to be soon.” Taking her hand in his and wiping a stray tear, “The ceremony is about to begin. You wouldn’t want your only memories of your only daughter's wedding crying, do you?”
“Course not.” After one last kiss they took their seats and waited. Seeing Rose with her train trailing her made Hermoine realize how similar they really looked. From the back, she could have easily passed off as Hermoine if her hair was dyed dark brown. To her right Harry joked,
“Are you sure it’s not Hermoine marrying Scorpius?”
“Oh shut it.” Hermoine responded with fondness instead of annoyance.
Then Scorpius emerged. There was so much love in their eyes that they were lost in their own world.
“You may now kiss the bride.” And at that everybody burst into cheers. After they tossed the bouquet which Hermoine caught much to everyone's amusement with George joking, “guess Hermoine’s getting married to Scorpius.” That made everybody laugh even more and Hermoine yelled George’s ear off. Of course he smoothed it over with a quick ruffle of her curly locks and with Hermoine playfully kicking him. God was she having deja vu. This reminded her so much of her own wedding that she let a few tears slip though she denied them. Then it was time for the speeches. She got up from her chair and stood on the podium stand, microphone in hand.
“Those two remind me of myself and Ron a little when we were younger.” Chuckles reverberated through the audience with Ginny yelling, “You sure it’s just a little bit. They’re exactly like two when you were younger. I can’t even remember how many times you two came up to me and complained about each other.”
“Fine. I meant a lot. But,” her eyes landed on Ron shining with adoration and love which he returned, “it also gives me faith that they will survive whatever hardships come their way like we did. They will not forsake their vows, and will grow with and support each other. And, not resort to violence like I did.” Harry chuckled as he remembered how Hermione set birds on Ron when she was jealous during their 5th year. “Rosabella, I’ve seen you grow into a wonderful, smart, and capable lady. Words cannot express the proudness I feel for you right now seeing you in the wedding dress that was worn by me, your grandmother, and many other relatives before you. I will always love and support you,” and with a cheeky smile included, “and that includes if you decide to call off the wedding during any part of the ceremony.” As she stepped down from the podium stand, Hermoine felt at peace knowing she had done her job as a mother and raised an intelligent young lady.