Hermione Granger loved Saturday mornings. Not that she didn't like her job as an intern at the Ministry of Magic, she did, though sometimes she felt a little the way she imagined a house elf might, carting tea and coffee to everyone who wanted it, but she was up for a job in the Department of Ministry and it looked like she was going to get it.

Hermione loved Saturdays so much because she always spent the entire day with her boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. Three years earlier she thought he committed suicide, but had really faked his death in order to secure the safety of his family and the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, who Draco had been ordered to kill. His return was one of the greatest moments of life, on par with the final defeat of Voldemort.

Hermione dressed in a new cotton white dress she had bought when she went on a shopping spree with Narcissa Malfoy for her birthday. The Malfoys had practically adopted Hermione after they believed Draco had died and she regarded them as a second set of parents.

She slipped on a pair of yellow heels (also from the shopping day), placed the Malfoy crest necklace, a family heirloom Lucius had given her at her graduation, around her neck, grabbed her bag and walked down the stairs of her London apartment. When she opened the door, the face of the man she loved smiled back.

Draco wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her on the lips. She put her arms around his neck and smiled.

"Good morning Hermione," Draco said as he took his arms away from her waist and grabbed her hand. "What should we do this morning?"

Hermione grinned, loving nothing more than the feeling of Draco holding her hand. "Ice cream."

"London or Diagon Alley?" he asked.

"Diagon Alley, of course."

They walked hand in hand into Florean Fortesque's Ice Cream Parlor, ordered a couple cones and sat down. Hermione held her vanilla ice cream as Draco took a lick of his chocolate and vanilla swirl cone. He swallowed and then stared down sadly at his treat.

"Swirl always looks good to me, but then I never like it."

Hermione sighed and handed her vanilla ice cream cone to Draco. He gave her his swirl one. She licked the swirl cone.

"You like swirl, don't you?" asked Draco.

"It's my favorite."

"Then why do you get the vanilla?"

"Because you always get the swirl and you don't like it."

Draco grinned, his face a little pink. "I love you."

Hermione rolled her eyes. Her boyfriend could be so strange sometimes, but so perfect. "What should we do today?" she asked.

Draco paused then replied. "Let's get married."

Hermione squinted at Draco. What was he was talking about? "We are getting married." She licked her ice cream cone. "You think we should set a date?"

"Today," Draco said, his voice deep and serious.

"You're kidding? Why would we do that?"

"Your dress is white," said Draco like this answered all Hermione's questions.

"So?" she nearly shouted.

"So. It's a sign."

"It is?"

"Yes."

Hermione stood up and took Draco's hand. "I think something in here is messing with your head. Let's go for a walk. There's something I want to look at in Flourish and Botts." What was going through Draco's head? They couldn't just get married. Could they? No. No they couldn't.

Without another word Draco followed Hermione outside, still holding his vanilla ice cream cone. They walked down the bustling street, weaving their way around the other wizards. Draco's hand was shaking.

"What's wrong?" asked Hermione.

"I'm excited. We're getting married today."

"You're still on that?" If there was one thing Draco Malfoy was not good at, it was letting things go.

"It's happening, Hermione." Draco snatched both her hands and spun to the front."It was like I saw it. Like for a moment I had the inner eye or something." A huge smile spread across his face. "It's Potter and Weasley."

"Where?" If they were here maybe they could talk some sense into-

Draco pointed across the street. Harry and Ginny were coming out of Quality Quidditch Supplies. He placed his hands on either side of Hermione's face. "It's another sign. They could be our witnesses."

So much for sense.

He took a deep breath. Draco had already proposed. He proposed the day he came out of hiding. Hermione had said yes, but they never set a date. They were only eighteen then.

"Hermione Granger," said Draco, smiling. "Will you spend the rest of your life with me, starting today?"

Hermione's mouth was dry, her heart slamming in her chest. To be Draco's wife... to grow old with him. It was a perfect offer, but she had never done anything so spontaneous in her life. When she looked in his sparkling grey eyes, she couldn't say no.

"Okay." Hermione grinned. Draco slammed his lips into hers excitedly. It wasn't the tender or passionate kind of kiss they usually shared, but one full of hope, joy, and a bright, shining future.

Draco snatched Hermione's arm and dragged her across the street toward Harry and Ginny. Hermione had finally lost her mind.

"Potter. Potter! Weasley. POTTER!" Draco shouted.

Ginny elbowed Harry in the side and pointed toward Draco and Hermione.

"Oh," said Harry. "Malfoy? Hermione? What's going on?"

Draco's smile was so wide Hermione wondered if it was going to crack his face.

"We're getting married!" Draco shook Harry. Harry looked simultaneously surprised and terrified.

"Oh, did you guys finally set a date?" asked Ginny.

They set a date alright.

"We did," answered Hermione nervously. How would Harry and Ginny would react to the news? They'd probably send her to St. Mungo's for mental evaluation.

"When is it?"

"Today," said Draco proudly.

Ginny and Harry's mouths fell open. That's how.

"You are kidding, right?" asked Harry.

"No," Hermione replied. She wasn't kidding. By the end of the day she would be Hermione Malfoy. What would her twelve year old self say?

"So Potter, will you be my Best Man?"

"Yeah Ginny, you want to be my Maid of Honor?"

Harry and Ginny exchanged a glance and then looked back at Draco and Hermione.

"I guess," said Harry.

Draco threw his arms around Harry and hugged him. Harry's eyes went wide and he patted Draco on the back. Harry and Draco had become friends after the war, but they weren't really touching friends.

"Alright," said Hermione. "Let's do this. Let's get married."