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A/N: A cute one-shot depicting the romantic pairing of Harry Potter and Daphne Greengrass, which might evolve into a series of [longer] one-shots involving i.e. other families, but only if you [the readers] enjoy this chapter. Also, feel free to check out my fanfiction series called 'Smallville: The 'Lost' Son of Krypton', which already has two 'seasons' out. Anyway, enjoy!

Hermione always knew this was going to happen.

Hermione always knew that Harry Potter was one day going to marry Daphne Greengrass, as she watched Daphne walk down the aisle wearing a beautiful ivory-satin wedding dress that perfectly showed off Daphne's curvaceous body, while Harry gazed at his soon-to-be-wife with a grin that could light up the whole of Hogwarts for years to come.

"Dearly beloved..." the surprisingly young priest began with a tender smile on his face, as Hermione felt tears of joy beginning to form in her eyes at the sight of her best friend finally finding love in his life.

Of course, Harry was loved by everyone witnessing the union between the couple, but Daphne offered what Hermione believed to be something that Harry had always wanted in his entire life – a partner, whom Harry would have children and grow old with. No-one in the room believed that Harry did not deserve such a life, especially with the hell that Harry had been through – the hell that everyone had been through.

"You may now kiss the bride," the priest told Harry, who reached out towards Daphne's face and passionately kissed her lips, while everyone cheered loudly. "I know pronounce you as husband and wife!"

This was certainly a huge milestone from when Harry had met, or rather seen Daphne for the first time, which was what made Hermione smile reminiscently at the memory of 'analyzing' them from afar…

Eleven-year-old Hermione Jean Granger waited eagerly to be sorted into her Hogwarts House, having read about the Sorting Ceremony in 'Hogwarts: A History' – a book that surprisingly no other first-year had read before coming to Hogwarts, which Hermione found foolish for it was indeed one of the best books she had EVER read!

"Welcome to Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall greeted in quite a professional-like tone of voice, while Hermione listened intently. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall; you will sorted into houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room."

Hermione surveyed the other first-years around her, acknowledging that some were only paying half of their attention towards Professor McGonagall, which frustrated her greatly at how they could ignore the importance of what the professor was saying. That was when Hermione caught sight of Harry Potter, who was paying attention to the professor, much to her approval.

"How exactly do they sort us into houses?" Hermione heard Harry ask Ron Weasley, who – in her opinion – had a lack of tack and seemed to have the emotion range the size of a teaspoon.

"Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking," Ron answered, which made Hermione roll her eyes at the redhead boy for believing his prankster brother. Ron's answer also seemed to make Harry even more anxious than he already was.

"What rubbish have they been telling you, Weasley?" Draco Malfoy, a rather unpleasant blond-haired boy that Hermione knew would be trouble, sneered at Ron with a smirk on his face. "Oh, wait! I think a family like yours is used to being given rubbish."

Draco's two mentally-challenged cronies known simply as 'Crabbe' and 'Goyle' howled with laughter, as Ron's face turned as red as his hair with anger.

"Or what… Potter!?" Draco glared menacingly, while Harry did the same. "Are you going to tell the teacher about me telling the truth about Weasley's blood-traitor family?"

Then, Draco had a surprisingly dark look on his face, which startled and greatly unnerved Hermione.

"Although - to be honest - at least Weasley has a family!" Draco remarked cruelly, as Harry's hands clenched with anger, and was about to hit Malfoy directly in the jaw, when someone else beat Harry to it…

*Whack!*

"Shut your mouth, Malfoy!" a rather attractive blonde girl with icy blue eyes snarled down at Draco, who was lying on the ground and clutching onto his jaw in pain. "No-one wants to hear you anyway!"

Hermione's eyes widened in shock at what the girl had just done, even if it was to someone like Draco Malfoy, and shook her head in disapproval. Meanwhile, Harry blinked several times (as did Ron) at what everybody had witnessed happening to the over-confident Malfoy.

"Uh… thank you," Harry said awkwardly to the attractive blonde girl, who merely nodded at him with a neutral facial expression, while Harry couldn't help but stare at this girl's icy blue eyes that seemed to hide something… or someone.

Unfortunately, Professor McGonagall had noticed this incident, and had beckoned the rather attractive brunette girl to her.

"Miss Greengrass! You know that this behaviour is NOT acceptable at Hogwarts, so after the Sorting ceremony is finished, I would like you to come to my office."

'Miss Greengrass' nodded, yet still did not show any emotion on her naturally pale face, as Professor McGonagall led the students into the Great Hall.

"Bloody Hell! That was… bloody hell!" Ron remarked in awe at what Miss Greengrass had done, even though Hermione was not one-bit impressed by it. "I hope she's in our house!"

Hermione noticed Harry nodding in agreement, and also noticed that his eyes never left the sight of Miss Greengrass.

"Boys!" Hermione murmured in disapproval, before she started to whisper to someone about how the ceiling was bewitched to look like the sky outside.

"You okay, Hermione?" her boyfriend, Ron, asked in concern. "You sort of went out of it for a while."

"I'm fine," Hermione smiled, looking over to where Harry and Daphne were heading towards their honeymoon portkey to Barcelona, as her smile widened into a grin. "Everything is just fine."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! If you have any suggestions on what I should write next, feel free to sent me a PM as well as writing a review ;) Until then, bye!