"Godparenting"
A/N – This fic will be Dramione, so for starters – don't ask me to change it! If you don't like Dramione, you're welcome to leave at any time. I won't cry, honest! (Maybe just a little)
Secondly, Hermione and Ron never happened – Don't hate on me, it just fits my story better if they don't have that entire 'post breakup let's be friends' awkwardness going on. Or if they didn't feel that way to begin with.
Thirdly, (and you may hate me for this, what a great start) HARRY AND GINNY NEVER HAPPENED IN THIS FIC. This story requires Blaise x Ginny or it won't work. You'll understand when you read it. DON'T HATE ME.
Fourthly, you'll probably find the first few chapters a little amateur. There are two reasons for this: A) this is my first ever fic, and I have no clue what readers want! 2) In order to get to the good bit of the story (where I originally planned it taking off), I have to create the background-y stuff first; otherwise, it won't make much sense. Or it would seem like a loosely plotted story and you guys would not get the timeline of events and so on. Makes sense up here *taps brain*.
And, finally, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I really honestly don't own any of these characters, places or anything really truly cool. If I did, then where the hell is all my money?!
Chapter 1: A Day to Remember.
May 2nd, 1999.
"A Slytherin and a Gryffindor," Parvati Patil said dreamily, "That'll never stop being romantic." Hermione rolled her eyes and stopped applying her eyeshadow, "Parvati, I'm pretty sure that's the 6th time you've said that today and I swear if you say it once more I'll-"
"You'll what, Hermione? I can't have you getting arrested on my wedding day!" A grinning Ginny said, walking into the bedroom. The girls gasped, "Ginny, you look beautiful!" Parvati exclaimed. The redhead looked truly stunning in her silky wedding dress. Hermione was so happy for her best friend, they'd all had a tough few years and Ginny deserved to be truly happy.
"The ceremony starts in an hour! We have to get our dresses on, Pav!" Exclaimed Hermione, realizing the time. Ginny and Blaise had opted for a small wedding, with close family and close friends only. Hermione and Parvati were Ginny's only bridesmaids, and Blaise's best man (and only groomsman) was none other than Draco Malfoy. Although they hadn't seen each other since the war ended Hermione was dreading seeing him, because he was her childhood bully, because he was a notorious Death Eater and because he hated her. And Hermione had never really hated him, not even when he called her a 'Mudblood". In fact, she'd thought him rather intelligent and during the last few years of school, she'd begun to find him quite attractive, although she'd never admit it to anyone.
But Ginny knew. Ginny never told Hermione, but she and Blaise were always trying to think of a way to set them up together. Blaise found it as funny as Ginny did, especially since he knew Draco Malfoy didn't really hate Hermione. So, when Blaise had proposed, Ginny had seen a perfect opportunity ahead of them.
"Remind me why you're my best man again," Blaise Zabini muttered as Draco Malfoy lay across the sofa, being useless, as usual. "Because I'm brilliant and you know it," he replied, "and besides, who else is there?"
"Crabbe."
"Brainless," he shot back.
"Goyle."
Draco scoffed, "even worse."
"Theo."
"Are you serious?" Draco said, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Neville, Harry, Ron, Dean, Sea-"
"Alright, I get it, I'm replaceable, but who else looks this good in a suit?" He asked, standing up and posing, with his trademark smirk topping the look off.
"And that, my friend is obviously why you're my best man," said Blaise, chuckling at Draco's feminine poses. His best friend had changed so much in the past year. For a start, he had lightened up quite a bit. Although, that was probably something to do with his father finally being locked up and the men trying to turn a 17 year old boy into a killer had finally been defeated. A lot of pressure had been lifted from his best friend's shoulders, and Blaise was grateful for that. Secondly, he'd stopped being such a superior twat about thing like blood status and wealth. Blaise was glad for that; his wedding to a 'blood traitor' with all of her muggle-loving friends and her muggleborn best friend would have been difficult to include Draco in before the war. And thirdly, he'd finally given that annoying witch Pansy the boot. Blaise had really hated Pansy. She was such a sniveling, whiny, clingy, annoying, path-
"What's getting your wand in a knot, Blaise?" Draco asked, noticing his expression darkening.
"My wand? Oh, no, I was thinking about… an argument with… Granger I had the other day." He lied. He watched Draco's expression change, but to what he couldn't quite place. Curious. "You're friends with… Granger?" He stammered out.
"Yes," Blaise said calmly. "Now, can we go get me married?" Draco raised an eyebrow.
The wedding ran smoothly. Ginny and Blaise looked so beyond happy, it was almost cringey. Almost. "Why can't I have that?" Muttered Hermione, ordering another drink from the bar.
"Have what?" A familiar voice said behind her. Draco had barely acknowledged Hermione's existence during the wedding, not even when they had to walk back down the aisle together. Great. "Hello, Malfoy."
"Granger." An uncomfortable silence fell and Draco ordered something to drink, and Hermione gulped down her second. Third. Fourth. Draco watched on in amazement, "Tough night, Granger?"
"Not at all," she said curtly. That was a lie; her best friend had gone and gotten married and she was at the reception, at the bar. Alone. Or, at least, she was, until Draco turned up. She was feeling down because all of her friends had found someone, Harry had begun dating a pretty Slytherin, Ron and Lavender were back together and Neville had confessed his feelings for Luna just weeks before the wedding. And where did that leave Hermione? Alone. No, not alone, sat next to Draco Malfoy in silence because he hates her. Peachy. "Relax, Granger I guess you're not used to conversation, seeing as your friends are all too busy being in love to talk to you," he said, with that familiar sneer.
Hermione blanched, insulted, "Well, that was uncalled for, ferret!" She didn't know why it was bothering her; perhaps it was the alcohol. At least he hadn't called her a Mudblood. Yet. She struggled to think of something smart to say, whilst Malfoy sat back and watched, enjoying getting Granger worked up once more.
He leaned forward, close enough to smell her shampoo – which he decided smelt amazing - and muttered in her ear, "I really used to hate you, you know."
"That's great, Malfoy," she said, confused about the entire statement and its past tense phrasing. Seamus came stumbling towards them, living up to his Irish heritage. "Merny, neeeeeed to ars deeeejay for Livvvvv..." He slurred, falling slightly. Hermione glanced at Malfoy, who was clearly finding it amusing, until Seamus vomited all over his shoes. "Argh! That's disgusting!" He exclaimed, paling slightly.
"Looks like I better get him home," Hermione muttered, not making eye contact. Draco sniffed, "Please, do." Hermione turned and left Draco with Seamus momentarily, and went to congratulate Ginny and Blaise, with promises of dinner when they returned from their honeymoon. Once her bag was secure and she had a firm grip on Seamus, she gave Malfoy a strange look and Disapparated, leaving a confused Draco behind.
They would not see each other for a long time.
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