Hermione wanted nothing more to close her eyes and go back to sleep. She was going to ignoring the alarm clock, and the time it presented, roll over and go back to sleep. If she got up today she would have to face what was waiting for her downstairs. She decided that she wasn't going to think about it. She was determined to fall back asleep. She pushed herself up, and slammed down the snooze bar on her clock, and turned over.

She had just started to drift into a light sleep, when someone began to vacuum right outside her door. She looked towards the door willing it to stop. When it didn't she had just could barely hold back a scream. She picked up her pillow and pushed it over her head. Hoping that the noise would be blocked, it wasn't. Especially when the vacuum in question was all of a sudden in her room. Hermione lifted the pillow to glare at her mother.

"Mum! I'm trying to sleep! Take that bloody thing downstairs."

Her mother just ignored her, she went on vacuuming. Then when she was done she went over to the blinds adjacent to Hermione's bed and ripped them open. Letting all the sun light from a spring morning drift in. Hermione let out a moan, and put her head face first into the pillow. That just prompted her mother to walk over and rip the covers off of her.

"Mum!" Hermione whined. She realized the whole time her mother had been trying to get her up, without actually saying anything.

"Get up you lazy thing! Your hair appointment is in an hour. I expect you to be ready."

"I don't want to go. I want to sleep, sleep away this day."

"Well love that isn't an option, so get up!"

Her mother left the room taking the vacuums with her. Hermione grumpily got out of bed. She walked into her room's adjoined bathroom, and turned on the light. She looked in the mirror, at her sorry state. Her hair was a mess, in a low ponytail, with the hair on the top of her head sticking everywhere. Her mascara hadn't quite been washed off last night and the remnants where under her eyes. Her nightgown was wrinkled from her tossing and turning at night. Either way you looked at it, she needed to be cleaned up. She turned on the tap of her bathtub and let the water warm. She went over to the sink to wash her face. Today was going to be a long day.

"Come on Hermione you going to be late!" Hermione came down the stairs. Her mother was in to much of a hurry. She hadn't even quite been able to clean her teeth. And she was being pushed out the door.

"Mum, stop pushing me. Why are you in such a rush?"

"We wouldn't be in a rush if you had woken up on time. Now did you bring your picture of the hairstyle you wanted?"

"Yes, mum."

"And did you wear your button down shirt?"

"Yes, mum."

"And did you-"

"Mum! Please let's just get going already, we are already late. Besides you worry too much."

"Maybe it's you who does worry enough."

They drove to the hair dresser in silence. Halfway threw the ride Hermione turned on the radio. By the time they got there Hermione was dosing on the window.

"Get up love. Where here." She mom said gently while shaking her. They stepped out of the car and into the salon. She just stood there waiting to be taken back. Wow she thought. This is really happening. I never thought I'd see the day, when this would happen. But it has too. I have to keep convincing myself that it has to happen. Her thoughts were interrupted when a tall girl with blond hair called her name. She walked with the girl to the back where the styling chairs were.

"So what are we going to do today?" She asked in an accent that Hermione guessed to be German. She showed her the picture.

"Something like this. I want it up, with the flower." Hermione sat there getting her hair done and she wondered what he was doing. She had been wondering that a lot lately. What he was doing, who he was with, what were his plans for the day. Of course she could have just called him, but she thought that would have just been strange. Like she was checking up on him. Maybe she was.

When the women doing her hair was done Hermione admired it in the mirror. The girl had done a gorgeous job. Exactly what she had wanted. It was very sleek, but full of volume. It was pulled back into a French twist, with a large white flower above her left ear. It was simple, but pretty. That's how Hermione liked to view herself. Even if others disagreed. Now she was taken over to the make-up section of the salon and seated herself into the chair. After telling the girl what she had wanted, she just sat here. Not really thinking of anything. That's how Hermione had planned to handle the next few days. Don't think ahead, just take it step by step. She told herself that if she expected something and it didn't happen it would be a huge let down. So she needed not to think so much. Something that had been hard for her to do all her life.

The girl was done with her make-up and she looked at herself. It was very pretty, and natural. Light eye make-up, just enough to see that she was wearing any at all. The best part was her lips. They were in a pink-red color that looked very nice against her lightly tanned skin. She looked perfect, exactly what she had wanted to look like.

She walked back to the front of the salon to meet her mother. She gasped when she saw her.

"Oh Hermione, honey. You look lovely, I just…I just-"

"Oh mum, don't cry!" She went over and hugged her.

"It's nothing I'm fine, now lets get back to the house."

They got back into their car and drove home. Hermione looked at the time, 11 o'clock. Only 2 more hours. She started to feel nervous, she couldn't help it.

"Ok, Hermione in a half an hour we have to leave ok?"

"Ok."

"Oh I just can't get over how lovely you look."

"Thanks mum."

They walked inside together, and Hermione went upstairs to the guest room. She decided to look over her things once more to make she had everything she needed. She went to her luggage, opened it and started to look through everything. All she needed was to pass the time. Pass the time till she had to go. After she looked through everything deciding she had everything she needed. She just sat on her bed and waited till she heard her mother call her.

"Hermione time to go love." She yelled.

"Be down in a second" She called down. This was it, she thought. She went over to her closet and pulled out a garment bag. She began to walk out of the room, but stopped at the door. She held the bag at arms length. Then she unzipped it, to get one last look at the dress inside. Her wedding dress.