HP ficlet: Married at Last [Harry/Hermione/Ron, general]
Title: Married at Last Author: celandineb Fandom: HP Pairing: Harry/Hermione/Ron Rating: general Length: 357 words Warnings: schmoop Summary: Usually it's the bride who has the privilege of late arrival, but Hermione's not that kind of person. Note: For quill_it, 100.3, prompt 92, "late". For aome who wanted Harry with anyone of his generation, and especially wanted him late at a wedding. This fits into the ongoing Harry/Hermione/Ron series, but stands alone perfectly well.
"Where are they?" Hermione hissed out of the corner of her mouth, trying not to disturb the careful job of makeup, hairdressing, and general transformation that had been done to her by Ginny, Luna, and Mrs Granger. She looked entirely unlike her usual self, and wasn't sure she liked it, but, well, this was once in a lifetime and it meant rather a lot to her mother.
"I'm sure they'll be here," said Luna serenely.
"We're late!" Harry pawed with frantic urgency through the piles of miscellaneous clothing that were strewn over dresser, chair, and bed, looking for the cufflinks that had once belonged to Sirius and Kreacher had unearthed for the occasion.
"They can't start without us," said Ron, who was wrestling with his tie. "Calm down."
"He's right." Neville was already dressed in formal robes of deep purple, a white rose that matched the pair waiting for Ron and Harry pinned to his chest. "You survived everything that V-Voldemort threw at you, time after time. You can handle this."
Harry took a deep breath and let it out. "I know. I just want everything to be perfect, for Hermione's sake."
"She'll forgive you. What is it you're looking for?" Ron asked. His tie was tied, if slightly askew, and he'd been generous with the Sleekeazy's Hair Potion that Hermione had insisted they both use.
"Cufflinks!"
"Here they are." Ron plucked them from the top of the wardrobe. "Wonder how they got up there?"
"Doesn't matter. Right." Harry fumbled to fasten them. "Ready?"
"Just these," said Neville, pinning on their roses. "I have the ring."
Minerva McGonagall looked positively beatific as the three of them stood before her, with Neville behind Harry and Ron, and Ginny and Luna backing up Hermione. Harry was glad that they had asked the Hogwarts Headmistress to perform the ceremony, as well as to have it on the school grounds.
The words were somewhat different from what he had known growing up at the Dursleys', and Harry found the simultaneous spell-casting of a Happiness Charm by the entire assembly a bit overwhelming, but the three of them were married at last.