Hello! This is my first uploaded fic on here, and it just so happens to be a fluffy little oneshot. Warnings: OOCness, AU, OC, I have no idea how a wedding goes, and i'm too lazy to look it up, etc, etc...

I sat on the hard church pew, next to my sister Hermione, and some guy who was flirting with her. I believe his name was Cobalt or something like that.

Anyways, Hermione was looking pained, like she was having PMS cramps, but I knew she wasn't on her time of month. She was pained because Colin (whatever) was trying to get her attention (I think…). But, she was staring at somebody. I followed her stare, and it ended at the groom, Draco Malfoy, like she had to go through pain just looking at him.

Cory or whatever had invited us to the wedding, or, rather, Hermione, and she had agreed, as long as I could come along.

So, there we were, Hermione was looking at Malfoy, who she and I went to school with. I flashed my eyes in Malfoy's direction, and I saw him give a glance over to Hermione, with the same pained expression on his face.

Then, it dawned on me. My head flicked back and forth between my sister and her so-called enemy, when the music started.

We all stood up, and my focus shifted to the bride. She was an ugly thing, with a pug nose, and short-cropped black hair. I recognized her as the bitch Pansy Parkinson, who was known to be the Slytherin whore Princess, with a fiery reign of jealousy. I would be pained to marry her too, if I were Malfoy. The whore Princess reached Malfoy and gave him a simpering, sickly sweet smile when she reached him. Malfoy tried to smile back, but it came out as more of a pained grimace.

Then, the priest started to speak. I was listening, my head flicking from my old enemy/schoolmate, and my sister. The pastor said "Before we begin the Holy Matrimony of Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson, does anybody have any objections? Speak now, or forever hold your peace." My head flicked from Malfoy, who looked on the verge of speaking, to my sister, who looked too mortified to do anything herself.

Then, I did something no sensible Ravenclaw would have done. I stood up and yelled "I OBJECT!" Hermione looked up at me, horrified. "Rosie, sit down!" she hissed. I shook my head and brushed away her hand that was trying to pull me down.

"Do you have a good reason why not?" The priest inquired.

I nodded and I said, "Yes. My sister, Hermione Granger, is in love with Draco Malfoy, and vice versa" so that everybody could hear me. There was a chorus of gasps, and then, I turned to Malfoy, and I continued. "Am I wrong?" I asked.

He shook his head and said "No." then, he came over and sidestepped me. Then, he picked up a very surprised Hermione, bridal style, and kissed her full on the lips.

Pansy gave a loud scream of fury, and stormed out of the chapel, tears and mascara running down her heavily powdered cheeks, her dress bunched up in her hands so she could run.

Draco apparently didn't hear, but if he did, he gave no notice. "I love you, Granger." Malfoy whispered to my sister, who replied by wrapping her arms around her neck and kissing him again.

I smiled, and I stepped out of their way. They were out of the chapel, and on their way to who knows where in two minutes. I looked around the shocked audience, and I clapped loudly, and I said "Well, I guess my work here is done. Goodbye!" before following in Malfoy's footsteps, laughing, and out of the chapel.

Then, I apparated to Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor for a large chocolate sundae, because I apparently had exquisite taste in matchmaking, and I needed to celebrate. I smiled. My work here truly was done.

AN: Hope you liked! Review please, for the new author! *Tamaki's puppy dog eyes* Cory/Cobalt/Colin= Cormac McLaggen. Yeah...