The next two weeks flew by in a blur of babies and wedding plans. Ardin and Branwen were growing like weeds and spent much of the day at Hermione's breasts, as it seemed they were always hungry.
The back gardens at Grimmauld Place were scrubbed, mulched and replanted by the house-elves, under Remus' close supervision. Beautiful flowering bushes were planted, the grass was grown into a perfect carpet and a lily and tulip covered arch was erected in the back, where the young couple would say their vows.
Hermione planned to walk down the aisle barefoot, with her hair pulled back from her face simply, leaving plenty of curls to dangle elegantly. She had no trouble covering the muggle traditions of something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue. Her earrings were dangling sapphires, both her something both blue and old, as they belonged to her great-grandmother. The jeweled pins that would hold her hair back were borrowed from her mother, who had worn them when she wed Hermione's father, giving her something borrowed, and her garter and dress were brand new.
When the night of the bachelor and bachelorette parties came around, the couple was happily surprised, not to be dragged off to get drunk, but taken to a beautiful restaurant where they met with all their friends, and spent the evening relaxing and having fun with everyone they cared about.
The morning of the wedding found Hermione and Harry both well rested and relaxed and ready to finally be husband and wife.
Sirius, however, was not as calm. "We just got him back and now he's got kids and getting married!" He exclaimed to his mate.
Remus, always the more sensible of the couple, tried to calm his husband. "It's not like he's moving to America. He and Hermione are still going to live here on holidays and in the summers, and we'll both still be at the school. It's not like we're never going to see him again. Besides who do you think will be their favorite baby sitter?"
Sirius began to calm, but only a bit, and Remus wondered if he should be the man a mild calming draught before he had a stroke.
Remus' thoughts and Sirius' panics were interrupted by Harry. "Dad," he called. "Both of you," he added as an afterthought.
Both men walked into the room across the hall where Harry had began to get ready. Their son looked so handsome in his wedding robes. Traditional black robes, kicked up a little bit with silver threading and a blood red tie.
"I can't get these things in right," he grumbled, handing his old cufflinks to his dads.
"Oh!" Sirius said. "No need for that, I almost forgot!" He pulled out a small gift wrapped box and handed it to Harry. "It's tradition to give your son a gift before his wedding.
Harry opened the package and found a set of cufflinks that were much like the pendants he had seen around his fathers' necks. A tiny wolf, dog and stag chasing each others' tails. "Wow," Harry said, his voice thick with emotion.
Sirius lightened the mood quickly, "Moony was always chasing my tail, that much is true, but don't worry, I never was one to chase James' tail."
Harry wiped his eyes and grinned. "Sure dad, sure."
Sirius cuffed his son on the shoulder and he and Remus helped Harry get the cufflinks in and finish getting ready for his wedding.
Down the hall Hermione was with her mother, getting into her dress and fixing her hair as the babies slept quietly in their bassinets in the corner.
As Hermione's mother pinned curl after curl on top of her daughter's head, keeping them in place with bobby pins, hair spray and the hair pins from her own wedding, both women were growing misty eyed.
"You look so beautiful darling," Her mother sniffed as she pinned the last curl into place.
"Oh mum, don't cry. You'll make me cry and I've got to finish this makeup before I can spell it to be cry-proof," Hermione said, sniffing as well.
Jean Granger hugged her daughter. "I never imagined you getting married before you were out of school but I see the way you and Harry look at each other, and how much he loves you and those beautiful babies and I can't help but be so happy for you, that you found that person for yourself at such a young age."
Hermione turned her wand on her face and spelled her makeup to not run, just as the flood gates opened and she started to sob. "You don't know how much that means to me mum," she hiccupped after both women's tears began to slow.
The father of the bride knocked on the door a few minutes later and called out, "Are you ready pumpkin? It's almost time to start."
Hermione straightened her dress, double checked her hair and cast a freshening charm on her face before she tucked her wand into her dress, straightened her shoulders and opened the door with a smile on her face, ready to walk down the aisle and become Mrs. Harry David Black.