Just Married

"And…smile!" Harry said, as he pressed the release button of his digital camera.

And honestly, she could not find a reason not to smile. Only a couple of hours ago, she had finally, finally married Ron. And, if she was honest with herself,  the fact that the wedding was over, which meant that the arguments with both her mum and Molly about guest lists, dresses, and a million other things would stop, just added to her overall giddiness.

Both herself and Harry had incorporated muggle items (she in a more extended degree because she didn't want her parents to feel out of place whenever they came to visit) in their otherwise magical lifestyle, and they had even managed to get Ron and Ginny respectively to actually use said items without treating them as bombs about to explode.

So she was only mildly surprised when Harry pulled out his digital camera, during a fully magical wedding, and insisted on taking some pictures of her and Ron ("I want them for your parents Hermione! I think moving pictures are not suitable for their office."). Which brought her to the present, in Ron's arms, smiling at Harry.

"Hey mate, enough with this photo taking thing, yeah? I've been holding up Hermione for a good fifteen minutes…my back's starting to hurt!"

"Did you just call me fat?" Hermione asked, trying to maintain a serious face. "Mere hours after we got married?"

"What? No! That's not what I meant, honestly!" Ron said, with a panicked look on his face.

Hermione giggled and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "Relax love, I was only joking! Will you please put me down, so I can take a look at the photos Harry took?"

Ron lowered her carefully to the ground and she crossed the distance to where Harry was standing, without bothering to slip her high heels back on, and took the camera out of his hands.

"But-" Harry started.

"What? I want to see." She said, pushing the menu button and entering the gallery. "This one's nice…I think I will be printing it."

Harry took a peak at the photo she was looking. "I knew you'd like this one!" he said with a grin, making her stick her tongue out at his in reply.

"Someone's acting all grown up, I see!" Ron said teasingly, finally approaching them (after managing to escape one of his great-great aunts who had cornered his after he lowered Hermione to the ground), hugging Hermione from behind and resting his head on her shoulder.

"Whose side are you on again?" Hermione shot back, making him chuckle and plant a kiss on her neck.

"Yours of course…always. Missed me?"

"Mmmm very…" Hermione replied before turning her head and capturing his mouth with her own.

This was Harry's cue to leave, muttering, rather loudly about "stupid newlyweds who hog people's cameras to look at mushy photographs", making both Ron and Hermione smile through their kiss.

Once they broke apart, Hermione said softly "Take a look at this one," while holding the camera higher up so Ron could take a better look at the photo.

Ron took a good look and smiled.

He was standing in his black dress robes, his tie loosened and his hair a bit mused and he had Hermione, bridal style, in his arms. Her own arms were looped around his neck, her bare feet dangling in the air, her white dress flowing around her because of the light night breeze and her elegant bun had barely started loosening. In his opinion, she was glowing.

Both were smiling, Hermione sporting her "I know something you don't" smile (one of his favourites) and he sporting a kind of lovestruck smile.

Which was kind of disturbing really, because if his brothers, or even Ginny, ever saw this photo (which was quite probable since he was quite certain it would end up on a wall in their flat) he would be teased for as long as he lived.

"It's nice…despite the fact that I look like a lovesick puppy!" he replied making Hermione giggle.

She turned around in his arms, so that they were facing each other.

"You're my husband." She said in wonder, her expression quite similar to the one he had on in the picture.

"Seems so." He replied with a smile.

She smiled back, her eyes alight with wonder. "I am so happy Ron."

"Well that's a relief, because if you weren't, it wouldn't be a good way to start off our marriage."

"Git. Can't you be serious for a moment?"

"I am serious…if you weren't happy, it would break my heart."

She brought her hand up and cupped his cheek. He turned his head slightly and placed a kiss on her palm, making her smile.

"What about you?" She asked softly. "Are you happy?"

"Hermione, I believe that this photo you like so much is proof enough of exactly how happy I am…love struck and utterly amazed that you chose me to built a life with."

"I love you." She said, her voice thick with emotion. "But I will never forgive you if you make me cry on our wedding day."

Ron smiled and kissed "I love you too." He replied softly. "So very much."

They kissed again, for what seemed like forever.

"We should go back…we're missing our own wedding reception." Hermione said.

"I know…" Ron replied with a nod. "When do you think we can leave?"

"Eager to get me alone I see."

"Very!" Ron replied, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, making her giggle.

"Lets' go back inside then, because the sooner we join the party, the sooner we'll be able to leave! And truth be told, I am quite eager to get you alone as well!"