The Wedding (One-Shot Draco & Hermione- Ron & Astoria Story)
I.
The digital alarm clock rang. 9:20 a.m.
A sleepy woman slapped the poor clock out of its place in the polished wooden bedside table. It tumbled out, crashing into the white carpeted floor where the sounds finally died out.
She grabbed her vinewood wand which was under her other pillow and muttered a spell.
Golden letters floated in midair.
May 14.
Her half-asleep, sleepy brown eyes suddenly snapped awake.
Today was May 14.
The wedding.
Hermione Granger soon-to-be- Weasley sighed as she rolled out of the soft covers of her warm and fluffy bed.
Today was the day that she will be married to her long-time fiancé, the redhead Ronald Bilius Weasley- part of the Golden Trio (like her, along with Harry Potter), sixth child of the Weasley family, acknowledged Ministry Auror, and childish as well.
She muttered 'Expecto Patronum', and a cute, fluffy otter floated into midair. She spoke.
"Hey, Ginny. It's me, 'Mione." she chuckled. "Get up, will you? Can you pretty, pretty please help me prepare for the wedding? You know how I am with dress-up, right? So can you please Floo over, get your arse out of Harry's bed and get going or else I will personally come and get you!" she giggled, and the otter passed through the walls of her flat, making its way to her best girl friend, Ginevra Molly "Ginny" Potter neé Weasley, Ron's only sister and the youngest in the family.
She then made a fast dash to her bathroom.
She knows how Ginny's mind works.
With her brown, glossy curls in a bun with pearls and white flowers and a few of the strands framing her lightly made-up face, Hermione looked stunning.
"Oh, Hermione." Ginny said, amazed (and a little envious- hey, blame the pregnancy hormones!) as she stared at her friend's face in the mirror. "You look beautiful."
"Really? Don't go teasing me, Ginny!" Hermione said, smoothing her flawless white wedding dress with a lace-gloved hand. "I'm feeling nervous.." she sighed, fingering the bouquet of peach colored roses in her hands. "I just can't believe it.. I'm getting-"
"Nah- uh- uh!" Ginny placed a finger on her friend's lips, shushing her. "Don't say that M-word! What if the wedding didn't happen?!" she said, her eyes wide.
"- I was about to say 'getting hitched', Ginny." she replied, rolling her eyes lightly at her friend. "Why does it seem to me that you're the one more excited than I am?" she giggled nervously.
"Because I am!" Ginny said defensively.
"That's bad for the baby boy, you know." Hermione replied, absently patting her friend's slightly swollen tummy that is showing through her green lace and silk maid of honor (or pre-maternal, as she secretly calls it) dress.
"'Mione, the baby's too young to have a gender yet!" Ginny smiled.
"But I think it is." she said, pouting. "Don't you?"
"Aw, girl." Ginny hugged her tight. "I can't believe you're getting married to my one git if a brother! First Bill, then Fred, then Percy, and then me, now Ron!" she sniffed.
"There, there." she rubbed her friend's back soothingly. "Don't cry, Ginny.."
"After all this time, finally, you guys will be together! No more Lavender, no more Vane, or even Fleur to keep you guys apart! I'm so happy!" she said through sniffles.
Just then, the door opened to reveal Hermione's long time best friend wearing a black tuxedo, with his black hair still as messy as always, his lightning-shaped scar in his forehead, and his emerald eyes shining through his round eyeglasses, smiling at them, was Harry Potter.
The Boy Who Lived and Died and Lived Again to Kill Voldemort and Marry Ginny Weasley.
"My, my," he went towards his bawling wife. "Ginny, you're getting snot all over your face." he chuckled lightly and hugged her, wiping away her tears with a hanky. "I thought I was going to see Hermione, but look what I found! My pregnant wife, crying her eyes out at her friend's wedding!"
Ginny pouted, her eyes puffy and flooded with tears.
"Bloody hell, James!" she yelled, slapping his chest. "It was just the bloody hormones again! I'm not emotional!" she sniffed.
"If you say so, love. If you say so." Harry replied, amused. "Now, will my pretty wife please leave for a moment so I can have a chat with my best friend?"
"Hmp!" Ginny replied, crossing her arms while walking out.
Harry laughed.
"Well, H." he sat in a white sofa across Hermione and turned to face her. "This is it. It's you guys' turn now."
"Yeah. This is it, J." she nodded.
"You're getting married."
"I know."
She cried inside.
"Are you feeling nervous?" he asked.
"What do you think, hmm, J?" she replied, her voice hinted with sarcasm. "I am too bloody fucking nervous, thank you very much." Hermione glared at him.
She only sees Ron as a brother she never had.
"Woah there! Cussing like a sailor, H!" he raised his hands in mock surrender. "I feel you, though. I nearly pissed my pants off when Ginny got late in our wedding day."
"Late by a freaking minute, that is. I've never seen you so nervous like that! You looked like crying, pissing off and running to get your Firebolt to go to Ginny!" she laughed.
She smiled inwardly at the thought. She also knows someone who would do exactly that to escape a wedding.
"Well," he said thoughtfully after a brief moment of silence. "That would work."
"Work for what?" she said, confused.
"I plan to marry Ginny again, in a Muggle church, for real." he smiled, his green eyes twinkling like emeralds in the light.
"Advanced congratulations, then."
Harry suddenly hugged Hermione tight.
"I'm so happy for you guys. You deserve it." he whispered in her ear, his voice cracking with emotion. A few tears dropped on her bare shoulder. "If Ron hurts you, I'll kill him."
She gloomed at that.
Harry would kill her if she did what she was planning to do.
Running away from her own wedding... just to go to HIM...
"I'll kill him first, J. Then I'll resurrect him so we can kill him all together. You know.. Nobody messes with Hermione Granger." she whispered back.
"Right." he said and buried his face in her shoulder. He seemed to smile. "Nobody messes with Hermione Granger."
Harry kissed her forehead and wiped something from her cheeks using his thumb.
"Don't cry, H." she was confused. Had she been crying?
'Yeah, but not because of happiness.' her mind said.
She was feeling everything at the same time. She was crying because she will never be able to go for the thing she really wants after this. She'll be with someone who she never loved more than a best bud.. but her heart will be yearning for someone who her heart aches for.
"H? Remember, your happy ending's there, waiting for you. And I love you, always. I'll be here for you whenever you need me. And Ginny as well." he said, his forehead in hers.
"I will, Harry. I will."
He moved away from her and offered his arm to her.
"Enough of the drama now. Your happy ending awaits." he smiled.