Alright this is a spin off of a story of mine called Forgetting Hogwartsand if you haven't read it, then this story will not make sense. So you should go read that first. After you have done that, this chapter might seam a little familiar. But that's because it's basically the exact same chapter as the last chapter of Forgetting Hogwarts except the ending is different.

Also I would suggest reading the actual sequels to the story.

DO NOT READ THIS PART IF YOU HAVE NOT READ FIRST STORY

This story is basically what would have happened if Hermione said yes to Malfoy at the end of FH instead of no. And for those who have read Remembering Hogwarts and are reading Finding Hogwarts no Laura isn't in this story exactly. There still is a little girl, however Malfoy got to name her; as per the 'rules'; and she isn't so much like the girl in the other two stories.

Anyway.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Never have never will. Fact of life. Live with it.

Keeping Hogwarts

The next two weeks were turmoil for Hermione. First she'd decide she wasn't going to marry Malfoy, and be an outcast for the rest of her life. Then she would think of something from school. The troll in first year. Being petrified in second year. Victor Krum in fourth year. All the adventures that Hermione had with Harry and Ron; and she couldn't just let herself forget all of those things, could she?

Her balance started to slip even farther until Malfoy took her to a healer who forced her to take a balance potion until the wedding. During those two weeks as well, Hermione had to pick out the design for her wedding dress; she was shocked that she got to pick; and with Narcissa's help the house elves made it for her, though she could never try the whole thing on at once. She also picked out the dress for her Bridesmaids and Maid of Honour. She picked out a simple purple dress that was tight around the bodice and flowed out from the waist, ending elegantly at the knee. It had dark pink spaghetti straps, and a dark pink sash around the waist.

As well as the dresses she was to help pick out decorations, the type of cake, seating arrangements, what the main meal was to be at the reception, as well as dessert, appetizers and children's menu.

Malfoy stopped slapping Hermione in the face, so the bruises went down, purely so she would look beautiful for the wedding. Instead he promised her all of her misbehaviour's before the wedding he would punish during the honeymoon. And Hermione had more then one melt down on Narcissa and Pansy who where more then happy to help her.

"Just think," Malfoy said the night before the wedding taking her arm after dinner and leading her for a walk, "tomorrow we shall be man and wife. I know you've been reluctant in the past, but I'm sure after the wedding you will step gracefully into the position of a wife. All witches do." Hermione stopped listening after that point. Instead she thought of her parents and little sister. They had arrived a couple day's ago, a little shocked at finding out their daughter and sister was getting married in a few day's time, but happy none-the-less. By that time all of her bruises had either faded, or were charmed to look like they weren't there at all.

Sarah, two years younger then Hermione, was shocked that her bookworm sister was getting married. Their mother; Hermione Anne Jane Marie Yellowcorp Granger Jr; was a little stunned but still fussed over the daughter she hadn't seen in months. While her father; John Howard Granger; had given Malfoy the if-you-hurt-my-daughter-so-help-me-you-will-not-live-to-see-another-day speech. Hermione was glad to have her family back; her mother and Narcissa were becoming great friends, and Pansy and Sarah were exchanging beauty tips; but she wished she could tell them the real reason for her marriage. Some stupid law.

Before she went to bed that night, Malfoy finally gave her her wand back; just for the ceremony.

The next morning Hermione was wakened by someone shaking her shoulder. "Miss! Miss!" a squeaky voice called. Hermione opened her eyes to see Flippy shaking her shoulders. "Miss! Miss must hurry! Miss Ginerva Weasley, Miss's bridesmaid, is here to see Miss. Miss Weasley has brought friends who also wish to see miss Miss."

"Alright," Hermione grumbled sitting up and rubbing her eyes. She was sure the feeling in her stomach wasn't jut some butterfly's playing around. It was millions of butterfly's having a war! Hermione stood up, and with some help from Flippy she dressed in a simple pink sundress to go downstairs in. Malfoy had spent the night at the Zambini Manor so that there was no chance he'd see his bride before she walked down the isle.

As soon as she walked into the parlor she was squished by three different hugs at one time. After a couple second the three huggers stepped back; after Hermione had to gasp for air; and reveled three people. Two boys; now men; and a girl. Two redheads and a black haired glasses wearing one.

"Harry! Ron! Ginny!" she squealed giving them all a hug. "When did you get here?"

"Five minutes ago," Ginny replied.

"Well did you get my letter?"

"Of course we did," Harry said, "but Hermione, what took you so long to write to us?"

"Draco wouldn't let me write to you. I had to sneak it out through a friend of mine in the muggle world. Lucky chance it was," Hermione said hugging them again.

"Hermione tell us everything that has been happening," Ginny ordered, so Hermione told them, leaving out the incident when Malfoy drugged her. And then Harry Ron and Ginny told her everything that had been going on between them since she left, after Hermione and Ginny convinced Harry and Ron not to kill Malfoy; at least until the wedding was over. They spent a good hour talking before Flippy came back.

"Flippy is sorry Miss's and Master's," Flippy said with a bow, "but Miss and Miss must get ready for the wedding now." So Hermione and Ginny said goodbye to Harry and Ron and followed Flippy to the changing room. The room was big with four changing screens. Pansy and Sarah were already there, as was Narcissa and Mrs. Granger.

Hermione was led to a changing screen and her mother and soon to be mother-in-law helped her into her dress. The dress was simple, but beautiful. It was sleeveless, tight until the waist, and then flared out beautifully in layers, landing gently on the floor. Her hair was put up in a series of twists and knots, to end in a very elegant, but fitting bun on her head, with a few strands left out, and curled, to frame her face. The veil was clipped to her bun before she could step out from behind the screen and look into a mirror.

"Wow Hermione, you look beautiful," Sarah gasped, and the other two girls, and the two women, agreed.

"Hermione dear, can we talk?" Mrs. Granger asked, and Hermione nodded, the walked into a room connected to the changing room.

"What's wrong Mom?" Hermione asked as Mrs. Granger started fussing over Hermione's dress.

"Do you love Draco?" Mrs. Granger finally asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well it's your wedding day," Mrs. Granger started, "and while you are glowing, it's not an I'm-about-to-marry-the-man-of-my-dreams glow. It's a different glow. So do you love him?"

"I don't know," Hermione said with a sigh, not wanting to tell her mother about the law, or that she didn't love him at all. "It's complicated. I promise I'll explain later, after the ceremony, which is about to start."

"Alright dear," Mrs. Granger said looking a little worried. She helped Hermione back into the changing room where Mr. Granger was waiting. Mrs. Granger kissed her husband, wished Hermione luck, and went to find her seat.

Narcissa quickly slide up to Hermione and whispered, "I have to go to my seat too. But remember Hermione, whether you choose to marry my son or not is up to you, though I think I know what you are going to pick. But remember, even the strongest of spells can be stopped or reversed. Hang on to your memories, for when you're old it's all you'll have." And then she left.

Hermione could here the music coming from the cold December air outside as she and her Bridesmaids were handed their bouquets. Her Bridesmaids each held a single red rose, and a single white rose. Her bouquet was made up of fifteen red roses encircled by black roses. The red roses to signify the love between a husband and wife, the black to signify that the love was dead.

Hermione's Bridesmaids walked down the isle, and gasps could be heard about their beauty. Mr. Granger took Hermione's arm, and the wedding march filled the air. Slowly they walked outside to where the ceremony was being held, and then, after a moments pause her father led her down the isle. If the gasps for the Bridesmaids were loud, it was nothing compared to the ones for Hermione. At the end of the isle was Malfoy, looking smug in all her glory. Though she wished to look elsewhere Hermione kept her eyes on him.

The ceremony started with Mr. Granger giving his daughter away. Minister Frolic then asked both Hermione and Malfoy for their wands, which they handed over. The wands were suspended between the two owners, facing each other; a thin gold line connected the two. A gasp could be heard from Mr. and Mrs. Granger, as well as Sarah and Hermione. Then came the vows.

"Do you Draco Lucius Malfoy take Hermione Anne Jane Marie Granger the Third to be your lawfully wedded wife to have and to hold, to honour and cherish as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," Malfoy said and a romantic sigh swept across the crowd.

"And do you Hermione Anne Jane Marie Granger the Third take Draco Lucius Malfoy as your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, to honour and cherish and obey as long as you both shall live?"

'This is it,' crossed Hermione's mind, 'the end of my life.' She took a deep breath. "I…" she lost her voice. "I…"

"Yes?" Frolice pressed.

"I…" 'DON'T' her mind screamed, and she would have said it, should have said it, but her eyes slipped from Malfoy's for a minute, to all the people she knew, that she loved, and she couldn't just through them away. It went against everything she was.

"I do."

This basically was a filler, the next chapter will be up shortly.

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