This story is just beginning, It's been rolling around in my head for a while, and I sat down to write, but I couldn't. I used my Iphone's notepad, and so far this is what I've got. I hope you all like it! I'll carry on, a new chapter tomorrow!

Parts of it may seem unoriginal, but I promise most of my ideas are fresh and different. Just give it a chance :) I WILL finish this story. It's been.. bothering me!

JK ROWLING owns EVERYTHING related to Harry Potter, except maybe the plot I am currently using :)

Tuesday mornings were never good, they always brought back the memories of her days at Hogwarts, after the war had already been fought and won. After those terrible days of waiting for the remaining Death Eaters to be found and tried against the court. Tuesday's especially reminded her of the day He came into her life, and of the day he walked out of her life, for the last and final time. She couldn't keep putting herself through this, she was better than that. After all, it has been two years and she hadn't heard from Draco since graduation, when he was promised off to one Astoria Greengrass.

It just was not fair that he made her fall in love with him and for him to leave her behind like a used rag doll. No, after today she would no longer mourn the relationship, the love, or the excitement that Draco Malfoy had given her once upon a time. Today, on this particular Tuesday, Miss Hermione Granger pledged herself to one Mr. Ronald Weasley. She was supposed to be happy, right? Draco had gone off and gotten married, and seemed happy about it, so now it was her turn. No longer would she wait for him to return to her.

"And do you, Hermione Jean Granger, take Ronald Bilius Weasley to be your lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold, through the good and the bad, through richer or poorer, until death do ye part?" the small round minister asked. Being a muggle-born witch, Hermione chose to have a normal wedding ceremony without the wizarding ties. She promised Ron, that if and only when one year has passed of fidelity and loyalty, would she marry him the wizarding way. Until then, maybe there was small hope that Draco would come take her away. She sighed...

"Mione?" she heard Ron say. He stood there, in a proper muggle tuxedo, with Harry as his best man, staring at her with big bright blue pleasing eyes. What was it he wanted?

"Hmm?" she inquired, looking from Ron to the minister and back at Harry. Thankfully, Harry saw her dilemma and was mouthing the words she was supposed to be repeating. "I do, oh, I do." She said, as she plastered a big bright smile on her small heart shaped face. Inside, she was screaming.

Bright lights, where are those coming from? Really, turn that damn light off. Wait, lights don't move..not like that! A face? Where is it going? Oh, the door. Wait! That's hair, bright blonde hair. Hermione was frantic, did Draco come to see her off? Did he not hear the "I object"? Where's he going?

"I do!" Ron all but shouted, breaking Hermione out of her trance, once again. She smiled shyly at Ron. And saw Harry looking at her with concern before glancing over her shoulder at Ginny, and shrugging as if saying, 'I don't know, Gin.'

"You may kiss your bride!" the minister shouted for the whole church to hear. Ron moved forward and slowly lifted her veil, showing him her bright wide eyes, and kissing her with such passion that she should be absolutely ashamed of herself for not truly loving the man before her. Maybe Lavender does deserve him, he does love her. Oh, what are we doing?

Ron pulled back from the kiss and his eyes showed that, maybe, just maybe he loved her, too.

She looked our into the crowd of family and friends that had come to show the two of them support. She searched for the head of white blonde hair that could really only belong to a Malfoy. Not finding the face she wished to, she smiled and began walking down the aisle as the small man announces, "I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Bilius Weasley." She walked, arms linked with her now husband, out of the church doors, hoping against hope that her heart would be on the other side.

Slight disappointment marring her features, she schooled her perfect mask of happiness and turned for a picture, as everyone crowded around to see the bride and groom off to their unknown destination for a honeymoon. Harry, being the best friend that he is, set up they're entire honeymoon. Waving her wedding dress and Ron's tuxedo away, they stepped out of the muggle car, airplane tickets in hand. Blast Harry, was the only thing Hermione could really think when she looked up at the sky to see planes taking off in all different directions.

"Do you know where we are going, Ron?" she asked. Should she sneak away to the bathroom now? She caught sight of something moving with speed out of the corner of her eye, but it was gone when she looked. Looking back to Ron, she awaited his response, but was surprised when she saw him staring in the same direction she was just looking. "What is it Ron? What do you see? Do you know where Harry is sending us?" she asked, the entire time looking for some sign of what it was she had seen.

Ron stuttered, but finally responded, "Oh, nothing. Uh, I don't know anything Mione, and I am not supposed to read anymore on the tickets than the gate number. Harry put a charm on it anyhow."

"Right, well, I am going to take a pit stop at the ladies room. I'll be right back." she made her leave, shuffling her feet to move in time to the thoughts racing through her head. She finally made it to the toilets, and was relieved to see that it was empty.

She checked each stalk just to make sure that it was indeed empty before making her way back to the sinks. She looked up and frowned when she realized just how bad her facade was showing through.

How did he know where she was getting married? He hadn't been see since the day of graduation, two years ago. Why did he show up to her wedding to a man that was not him, without even saying a word? What was he truly thinking? Where was he now? Oh get a grip Hermione! He doesn't care a thing about you and these what-ifs are seriously going to do some damage to your mental capacity for sane-ness.

"Doesn't care one thing." she said aloud to her reflection. "Gotta quit caring and move on, for real this time, Hermione. You're married, you can make this work." she promised herself, but didn't really have the heart to believe herself.

Glancing back up to the dirty mirror, she began fixing her smeared make-up from traitorous tears that had fallen at some point.

"You looked beautiful up there, Mia." her breath caught in her throat, as she whipped around to face the man she has been waiting for. His smooth velvety voice doing things to her body that sometimes she didn't even understand. She caught his eyes, smoky gray waters of unknown depths. Only she would understand the desire radiating out of his every pore, the restrain the he had conquered to be around her and not touch her delicate smooth skin. He smiled his small crooked signature smile, and she cried. "Mia?"

"Don't you dare, Malfoy. How dare you have the nerve! The audacity of showing up today? Of all days to reappear in my life?" the fire burned within her, masking all of her pain and love into anger and hate. He moved forward to touch her, to soothe her, to calm her, just like he did so long ago, in the hidden parts of the castle. "No! Don't! Don't touch me! I've waited, for two years, I've waited for you to show up at my door, and you picked my wedding day? How could you, Draco? How can you do this to me?" she cried out in anguished and charged at him, fists raised in anger. She didn't want to hurt this man, not the way he hurt her. She paused in her anguish, and simply turned toward the door.

"I love you, Draco, and I have since that first Tuesday that we patrolled together, but do not come back in here and try to ruin me anymore than you already have. Goodbye, Draco. Don't follow me." and she stepped out of the door, not catching Draco's look of sorrow and pain, as he mumbled, "I love you, too, Mia. Forever."

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Thanks! :)