Hey! Don't murder me, I couldn't write, because my laptop broke. I also know it's incredibly short, probably one of the shortest things I've ever written. But... on the upside, it's the summer holidays now, so I'll have more time to write (considering my laptop seems to be done screwing around.) So, let me know what you think. I'll probably edit it later but... hey ho, thought I better post something.

"Oh I'm just so happy for the two of you!" Molly howled between sobs. Harry held the older woman's arms to steady her as she wept. Harry manouvred her over to the make-shift bar, where he sat her on a stool, to order her a drink. There was no sit down dinner, or speeches. Harry and Hermione agreed it would be silly, when neither of them were consenting to the marriage anyway. There was a band playing, which Ron had payed for as a wedding present. Unfortunately, Ron would not remember the band, as he was too drunk. He sat, slouched over the bar, glass in hand.
"Ron, mate, maybe you should get going now. Hannah's over there." He waved a hand in the girl's general direction.
"No, I need to stay for the rest of the party. We need to celebrate properly after everyone's gone." Harry narrowed his eyes at his best friend.
"Celebrate... Properly?" He wasn't sure what Ron meant.
"Yeah, just the three of us. We can have a drink and just talk. It'll be like old times."
"Ron, I think you have had quite enough to drink tonight. Go to bed. We'll see you at breakfast in the morning." Ron protested, but in his drunken state, Harry easily dragged him over to Hannah, who nodded and took Ron back to the castle.
It was strange to think that he was married. Harry Potter was married. To Hermione Granger. Hermione Potter. That'd take some getting used to. He looked around for his bride, and saw her talking to Luna Lovegood. He attempted to listen to what they were saying as he reached them, that way he could just slip into the conversation, without anyone pointing out the weirdness of the whole situation.
"Really, Tuesday?" Hermione asked, nodding. She noticed Harry behind Luna and grabbed his arm. "Harry, Luna was just saying that her and Draco are getting married on Tuesday." Harry looked between the two women, confused as to why they were both discussing this as if it was a normal wedding.
"Er... Yeah, that's uh... That's great." He nodded unconvincingly. Luna just beamed at him.
"So can I expect both of you there?" Harry looked to Hermione, who had her eyebrows raised at him, with an expression McGonagall would be proud of.
"Yeah, yeah, we'll- uh... We'll be there. Can't wait." Hermione nodded, as if he had just perfected a spell, and they were still in second year. Luna smiled at them, before looking around and spotting Neville and Ginny talking.
"Well, I'm going to go speak with Ginny now. Tomato juice isn't good for babies, it attracts nargles." She turned to walk away, before turning back. "Oh, I hope you'll both be very happy." She all but skipped off, leaving Harry and Hermione standing together, alone. Any other time it would have been perfectly normal, and not awkward at all, but they had just got married.
"Well..." Harry started, about to say something about the weather or lessons, before his bride interrupted.
"Harry, don't make this any more awkward than it already is." She picked up a glass, not even looking what the contents were before downing it. Harry raised an eyebrow, he'd never seen Hermione drink before. "Okay, I don't know about you, but I'm going to dance. You coming?" She extended her hand to him, which he hesitantly took, following her out to the dancefloor. She took Harry's hands and began dancing, as they had in the tent when they were on the run, and that's when Harry realised that everything was fine. Actually, it was better than fine, it was good. With the whole of the forced marriage thing, Harry had never taken the chance to actually consider what the end of the war meant.
"It's over." He said, grinning like a fool. Hermione just furrowed her eyebrows, and moving her hands to Harry's shoulders.
"Harry are you alright?"
"The war. Hermione, the war's finally over." He laughed, twirling her around. His wife simply lauged and twirled with him, nodding slightly. As the music wound down, Harry leant into Hermione, whispering.
"Hey, do you think anybody would notice if we slipped out now?" Hermione laughed, but glanced around, biting her lip.
"We can't do that, Harry!" She bit her lip again. "Can we?"
"If you want to." They managed to sneak out as far as the doorway, when Arthur bumped into them. Hermione burst into laughter, at the thought of being caught. Then she stood up straight and tilted her head, looking to the older man.
"Please don't let anyone know we've gone."