Open-armed welcome to the family?

“Draco, do me a favour?” I asked he looked towards me. “Shut up.” He smirked as I sat down opening the files.

"You are in so much trouble." I cursed him under my breath.
"Why would that be?" He asked almost innocently, I glared at him, something which didn't seem to have any effect on him.
Why did he have to be so breath takingly beautiful?

The saying goes, hold your friends close but your enemies even closer.

“Thank you Narcissa.” We both said at the same time as each other, whereas his was only slightly forced I was practically lying through my teeth something which Draco had picked up on and was trying not to smile too much.

"Hey, that was slightly uncalled for.” He laughed with me as I gently shoved him he didn’t move very far but just enough for him have to think about not over balancing and landing on his very cute backside. “Oooh you’re in trouble!”
“Only if you can catch me!” I yelled.

Finally here we are at the long waited Ball scene, surprises and drama in store.

Burrow, Girly Plans and Make-up.
Hermione and Harry go to the Burrow.
Ginny decides on some girly plans
and make-up isn't Hermione's idea of fun at the best of times.
“I’m already afraid.” Harry and Ron said. Hermione looked at them in disbelief.

“You’re afraid? You don’t even have to suffer this torture.”

What the hell had I done?

It only takes someone to realize that not everything is as it appears on the surface. The same person is the only person who can rescue them both before it’s too late and the damage is done.

Meetings, Plans and a little surprise... or two.

Mum, Dad we have some news.

Yes Mother, Father some really wonderful news.

“You look absolutely gorgeous.”

“You’re not doing too badly yourself.”

Molly crushed Ginny before giving Harry a bone crunching hug. “I’ve been waiting for this day for years.”

Hermione always had wondered what it’d be like to be a wedding planner and now she wished she’d never wondered.

It shows when you have doubts, Ginny’s have just decided to confront hers.

Waiting, still waiting, worried.

An evening at the Burrow, making plans, and a few laughs along the way.

The fun and games continue, with a surprise along the way before relaxation can occur.

Hermione and Draco’s last day of babysitting Teddy commences earlier than either of them wanted to know about.

½ a year, 6months, 182.6210994 days, 4382.90635856 hours, 262974.383136 minutes, and 1577862.98816 seconds. Happy Anniversary Hermione...

½ a year, 6months, 182.6210994 days, 4382.90635856 hours, 262974.383136 minutes, and 1577862.98816 seconds. Happy Anniversary Hermione...

You know, perhaps I should have taken you to see Sleeping Beauty...

First day back, some interesting reasoning, and just throw in some sweet and sour chicken.

So what do you get when you mix four Greengrass’s, three Malfoy’s and a Zabini? Well read and find out.

There were times I was so glad that super-heroes and villains didn’t exist in the magical world.... especially when my sister was around, somehow Daphne with laser’s in her eyes didn’t seem like a cheerful prospect when she was angry with me.... Fortunately, sarcasm always helped as a backup plan when staring your infuriated sister in the face.

Hermione was happy... strangely happy... secretive happy... this is bad....

“Sorry to break this lovely little chat up... But it’s time for me to go, or do you need me to stick around?”

Summary- Teddy it’s not quite like that....
 

“You know you’re going to have to tell them what’s really happened whilst they were away don’t you?”
 

“Asking Astoria what?” Came Daphne’s question, and I began to laugh once more- this time at the confused look Daphne was giving us both, alternating between Astoria’s blushing face and my laughing one.

“Asking Astoria who her crush is.” I explained as Daphne sat down a moment later, opposite me after ordering some drinks from Madame Rosmerta for each of us.
 

As it was at the moment, we were sat inside from the heat of the Italian sun, in our luxurious villa looking over a vineyard valley, on our final week to Italy.
 

“What’s this film about?”

“Oh, you’ll see, it’s hilarious.” I told him as it began.
 

“Are you still complaining?”
 

The thought of traipsing around shops, trying on dresses and being cooed over, sounded like the worst kind of punishment anyone should endure.
 
 
 
 
 

“I don’t want to get married Ginny.” I pouted, as she handed me my dressing gown and I pulled it on as I stomped towards the en suite bathroom.

“Yes you do.” She soothed as she pushed me over the threshold of the bathroom.

“Alright, maybe I do.”
 
 

 "We are going to behave ourselves right?!"