**A.N.-Hey you guys. This is a two-shot that contains...semi-lemon I guess you could call it. It's kinda long sorry. Please enjoy. DISCLAIMER: If you recognize it, I don't own it-KAT**
I sit on the edge of my lawn chair, nervous to be back in the wizarding world. After the Wizarding War I left this world behind, for good reason. I had gotten so
used to being in the muggle world that, even though I still remember many of the spells and could probably perform then perfectly now, three years later, that
being around magic just makes me fidgety. I lay my arm on the table and begin drumming my fingers on the smooth plastic.
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A swirling breeze passes over me and I shiver, feeling my care-fully put up hair shift in a nervous-making way. I draw my arms around myself. Really, couldn't
Harry and Ginny have picked a better spot to wed? I mean sure, I understand that they first met at the Burrow and all, but it's England. In September. Then
again, I probably should have worn a sweater or something. Something more than this measly red cocktail dress. Actually, on the way out of my flat earlier I
almost grabbed a wrap, but it was a plain beige knit that clashed with the bright red of my dress. I slap my arm at my own stupidity. Soft music floats through
the air over everyone and the area immediately gets quiet. Oh I can't wait to see Ginny's dress, I bet it's simply spectacular. Although, knowing Ginny, it's
probably something simple but pretty, like her. Either way it's going to be wonderful.
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Harry walks from the house, followed by each of his best men, in order, Ron, Charlie, and Bill. Ron looks like he's about to explode and I'll probably get loads of
mail later about how uncomfortable he was, but I can see the proud smile on his face. Charlie and Bill look somewhat awkward, but still dashing and Harry
looks quite comfortable in his and looks just brilliant and the only one with a white tuxedo. I beam at them and clap my hands together. Harry stands at the
alter and clasps his hands in front of them, staring at the floor and then up at the crowd, scanning the mass of people anxiously for his bride. I stifle a laugh, he
looks so silly and happy and nervous that it makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time. I catch his eyes and smile warmly. He just grins and runs a hand
through his hair. That's his move whenever he gets really nervous. Ron catches my eyes and smiles shyly, the tips of his ears turning a bright red. I smile gently
back. Not before long he's looking down at the ground again, staring at his shiny shoes.
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He had his chance. I close my eyes against the sudden crashing of turmoil in my mind. Slowly I count to three and begin to organize my thoughts.
Compartmentalizing is what my dad calls it. Ron goes in a box. My feelings, both good and bad, about him go in another. I slowly open my eyes and clasp my
hands in my lap, looking lady-like and proper. Excitement suddenly tinges the taste of the air and I turn around in my seat. Ginny is standing at the end of the
long aisle, a white ribbon cutting through the sea of tables, and she looks absolutely stunning. The dress is something that reflects her, simple and pretty. It's
fitted around her torso and flows outward from a simple beaded design at her waist. I look at her for a moment before realizing that there's a thin veil shielding
her face. Her flaming red hair is also done simply, loose about her shoulders but a braided crown around her head, threaded through with white flowers. As she
passes my table I see that the back of her dress is laced up like a corset.
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Remembering Harry, I glance upwards to see his reaction. He just stares and runs a hand through his hair, a pink blush on his cheeks. I place a hand over my
mouth to stifle my laugh. He looks fascinated and like he's just been stupefied. Ginny looks down at the floor in a pretty, flushed sort of way.
As awful as it sounds, I zone out at the point where they join hands. I don't even see the sparks anymore. Usually I people watch, but no one here seems very
interesting. Or at least interesting enough to peak my curiosity. Suddenly, the wedding part is over and people are dancing around. Thank merlin I can leave
now. Parties weren't ever my thing anyway. Sure I love clubbing, but that's completely different, usually I go home with someone. I look around as I stand up,
every girl is heading over to Ginny, who is standing on a chair with her back to the crowd. I'm pleasantly surprised to see this included as it's a muggle custom.
Harry must've told her about it. I sigh and walk towards them, my layered skirt flouncing against my knees, surely I can spare a few moments for such a simple
thing.
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Ginny counts to seven, a magical number, and then tosses. The small bouquet flies through the air…and into my awaiting hands. My mouth drops open in shock.
I'm being clapped on the back by guys and Ginny has me in a gentle embrace.
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"Oh Hermione, I'm so glad you're here, Maybe you'll be the next one to wed eh?" She chides playfully. I grin and pat her on the back.
"You look amazing Gin," I whisper into her ear, completely ignoring her comment. She pats me on the back and floats away, towards Harry. I see her whisper i
ntensely into his ear and I watch as his green eyes darken in lust. I laugh and walk away. They're going to have a fun honeymoon. I go back to my table and
sit. I can spare some more time here, it won't hurt. Ginny sits down on a chair and Harry carefully kneels in front of her, not wanting to get the knees of his
pants dirty. Ginny slowly lifts her leg and places it on Harry's shoulder, pulling up her dress to reveal a lacy garter encircling her thigh. I can basically see Harry's
eyes darken further, and he runs a hand through his hair. I smile, this is going to be entertaining. But Harry just quickly goes up, and I don't fail to notice how
he trails his hands along her leg, and teases the garter from her leg with his teeth. Immediately he threw it behind him, not even bothering to gather the guys
first.
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I look over to see who caught it. And, it's none other than Draco Malfoy himself. My mouth drops open in shock because, traditionally, the one who catches the
garter must place it on the thigh of the one who caught the bouquet. And I'm not wearing much. Just a skimpy little cocktail dress.
His grey eyes find mine and a seductive smile creeps across my face, why not make this fun? His eyes darken just a shade and I can't help but notice what a
fantastic body he has. Everyone watches us and I wet my lips. His eyes darken further and he runs a hand through his hair. He slides his way through the
crowd and kneels in front of me, never breaking eye contact.
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"Granger," He nods with, I can't help but noticing, some stiffness. I lean down and whisper in his ear, a curl of my hair hiding my lips. I gently bite down on his
ear and I hear the small gasp in response.
"You're about to slide your hands up my leg and the best you can come up with is Granger? Why, Mr. Malfoy, I hate to say that I'm disappointed in you," I
whisper slowly, pressing my lips to the little hollow right below his ear. Again, there's a soft, quick moan. This, is most definitely, going to be interesting. I lean
back in my chair and there's a wolf whistle as I lift my leg and lay it on his shoulder. I glance around the crowd and raise my eyebrows in playfulness. Ginny
catches my eyes in laughter and Harry looks on with a grin. Ron, however, looks blank. After what he did, he deserves this much at least. After breaking my
heart. Draco, instead of making this a quick and painless little thing, decides to turn it into a little show. He grins mischievously and his grey eyes spark in the
light, still darkened with lust. His lithe fingers play with the strap of my heels, circling around my ankle and trails little paths of fire up to my knee and back
down.
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I raise an eyebrow, he seems to be enjoying himself. I smile wickedly and watch his eyes as he slides the lacy garter onto my ankle and up my calf, stopping at
my knee. There's a quick conflicted look in his eyes, but it's just a flash and then his darkened eyes light up with an idea. His hands linger on my knee and he
presses brief closed mouth kisses in a path from my ankle to my knee. My eyes widen and I gasp in shock. Quickly he stops and glances up at me. Everyone
wolf whistles loudly and there are some shouts of approval. My breath hitches for a moment at the hungry look in his eyes. Yet, he's in control. He'd be a
fantastic tease…I smile towards him, letting him know it's okay, that it was just a surprise.
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Slowly, he slides the garter up my thigh, stopping midway. Once there he slides a finger under the lacy thing and stretches it up about four inches above my
thigh before letting it go to have it snap down again. I hiss, it stings, but in a strangely good way. I look at him and his eyes are full of fire. And from the way
his hand shakes, I can see he's barely containing it. I break from his hungry gaze and stare around at the crowd. There are open mouths and wide eyes, but I
grin wolfishly and someone wolf-whistles. Probably George. I find Harry and his eyes are open about three times their usual size, and his cheeks are much
redder than before, but he's grinning nonetheless. Ronald, on the other hand, is sporting bright red ears and is clenching his hands into fists. I shrug and turn
to Ginny, she's grinning mischievously and I know that half of her thoughts are about molesting Harry tonight instead of the show Draco just provided. She
shakes her head, causing a hair to fall loose around her face. Harry stares at it for a moment before brushing it behind her ear, love and lust in his eyes.
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"Pictures!" Ginny cries excitedly and takes Harry's hand, dragging him towards the altar they were formerly standing on. The rest of the wedding party goes
back to, well, partying. They don't even pay us any attention.
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"Hermione, Draco, get up here," She motions frantically with her hand. I go up, bouquet in hand, and stand beside Ginny, staring at the grass. There's a
significant amount of wetness in my panties that certainly wasn't there before. I feel his eyes on me and if it weren't for my bra, everyone would see how hot
and bothered he made me. Ginny nudges my side and I look up to the camera, smiling stupidly.
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"Oh don't be so prude you guys," Harry grins. Ginny smiles and motions for Draco to show he caught the garter. How he plans to do that, I'm unsure. Draco
slowly walks over, his eyes connected with mine. Suddenly I'm aware how short the hemline of my cocktail dress really is, it barely reaches the bottom of the
garter. Draco kneels beside me, his blonde head coming to the top of my waist, and slides his hands up to wrap around my thigh. Cautious, I pull up the dress
just enough to show off the garter….and Draco's long hands wrapped around it.
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"Okay everybody, smile!" The pippy photographer announces. I hold up the bouquet with one hand, and place my hand on the back of Draco's head with the
other. Three, two, one, flash. There, done. Now I can apparate, if I can even still do it properly, with Draco and we can finish what he started. I twist my fingers
into his hair for just a moment before letting go. He stands up and pulls me, surprised, into a hug. He crushes me against his chest, his hardness pressed into
my stomach. His lips are at my ear and I shiver, closing my eyes.
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"Would you like to finish what was started?" He asks quickly and breathily. His teeth gently scrape my ear and I fight to moan. Merlin, that feels good….and i
ncreases the dampening of my lady parts. Inconspicuously, because I know Ron is watching us, I grind my hips into his. His head falls onto my shoulder and
there's a whispered swear.
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"Your place or mine?" I ask quietly, digging my nails into his back. There's another whispered "fuck", and his hand tightens against the small of my back.
"Mine," He whispers, "I'm not sure I'm up to staying a night in muggle London," I feel him smirk against my shoulder. How the hell did he know where I was
staying?! I grind my hips into him again and I feel the smirk disappear, being replaced with a small gasp.
"One moment Draco," I murmur and tear myself from him. He groans softly at the loss of contact, but I'll be making up for that soon enough. I slip the bouquet
out of Draco's hand and walk over to Ginny and clear my throat to interrupt her and Harry from their bubble of intimacy.
"Ginny dear, would you be needing these back?" I ask, holding the bouquet in one hand and pulling up the hem of my dress to let her see the garter.
"Hm, keep the garter, I have a feeling you'll be having fun with that later, but I want my bouquet back," She grins. I raise an eyebrow threateningly. If she lets
slip that I left the wedding party with Draco Malfoy, a former death eater, then I will give her hell. But, it's Ginny, and I realize that our secret is safe. I smile and
hand over her bundle of flowers. Quickly, I turn around and walk back towards Draco, who is fidgeting slightly in his spot, turned away from the crowd and
toward the house. I must admit he's pretty brilliant at faking being interested in the décor of ivory ribbons and green bows, except for the subtle shifting of his
feet and the crease of his eyebrows. He runs a hand through his hair and suddenly I can't take it. I need him. Desperately.
**Thank you for reading! Please review and let me know what you thought! Next chapter will probably be up tomorrow...or before Friday...depends on how the week goes-KAT**