I was prompted in Hermione's Haven on facebook in their April Roll-a-Drabble crossover edition with the 10th Doctor/pretend relationship.

I've never seen a Doctor Who episode in my life so I had a crash course into the fandom. Please forgive me if he is hideously out of character!

I don't have a computer at the moment so this is all typed on my phone so please forgive any errors (Spelling/grammar/formatting!)

Wedding Crashers

by

BurntMarshmallow

Hermione straightened her posture and tilted her chin to a stubborn degree as she entered the magically enlarged ballroom. Her date on her arm grinned cheekily at her and let her do as she felt important.

She was thankful for the Doctor's arm as she was beginning to regret the towering heels she chose to wear under her lavender robes. Her feet were already killing her. She glanced down at her date's comfortable looking converse that peeked out of his navy trousers and cursed male sensibility,

She heard the whispers of the other witches, the gossip of her coming to her best friends wedding without a date. Well, she showed them didn't she. The daft bints who followed her breakup, her "shame" as Witches Weekly liked to call it, were in for a surprise.

Within moments of entering the ballroom Hermione let out an unladylike curse and darted behind a overly large flower arrangement. Molly Weasley was on a mission and Hermione Granger was locked into her sights.

"We're avoiding that one for the night, love?" The Doctor affirmed, playing along and ducking under a table. He peeked his head out in a rather unstealthy way.

"Yes!" Hermione hissed, snagging a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and downed it rather quickly.

"Be a good boyfriend for a night and consider us even."

"Whatever gave you the idea that I would be anything less than a perfect boyfriend for this one evening? Is the suit alright? I've never been much a bow tie person. I see a lot of gingers here, I always knew I should have been a ginger!"

Hermione gave him a baleful look and in the most truthful voice she could ever convey, "I've never been more thankful that you are not a ginger."

The Doctor looked affronted for a split second before taking the witch and whisking her towards the buffet. Hermione risked a glance back and let out a happy giggle when she realized Mrs. Weasley was pulled into conversation with another well wisher.

Hermione was pleased with how the night was going. She had a smart date to her best friends wedding who skillfully kept her from being interrogated by the well meaning matron. She was able to throw her head back laughing while dancing and while some of the hiding behind corners and potted plants seemed a tiny bit childish, she was having more fun than she had in ages!

The Doctor was helping Hermione into her cloak as they were readying themselves to leave, the straps of her long discarded heels dangled from her finger.

"Quick, she's here!" Was the only warning she got before large hands cupped her face and soft lips pressed against her own. The heels made a soft thud as they hit the floor.

Hermione played along like a professional. Her hands threaded themselves into his already tousled short brown hair as she leaned into the kiss.

The indignant gasp and the retreating footsteps signalled the success of the spur of the moment plan and the two separated quickly.

"I'm sorry," Hermione giggled. A grin was blooming across the Doctor's face too. "It's not that that it was a bad kiss... really, the technique was quite good."

"Well then," the Doctor started, not looking the least bit put out. "Hermione dear, I do believe we are even."