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He watched her walking towards him, noticing every detail from the moment she walked through door on her father’s arm. Her hair was loose, framing her face, just the way he liked and the veil was thin enough that he could see her pretty brown eyes . There were whispers of appreciation throughout the church as the guests saw the bride. She was radiant today, the wedding dress fitting her perfectly, and Harry couldn’t stop himself from imagining removing it in just a few hours.


When he took her hand, he felt as if the whole world finally made sense. Lifting her veil, he mouthed ‘I love you’ before they both faced the wizard residing over their ceremony. Hermione took his hand, squeezing it gently as they listened. He couldn’t remember ever being happier than he was at this moment.