Chapter one:

Hermione! Hermione!" The voice of Hermione Granger's client rang out in the room, nervously. I swear she's trying to kill me in these heels! Hermione thought, contorting her expression into an innocent sweet face when she entered the room.

"What is it, Lavender?" Hermione snapped at Lavender Brown, her client, who nervously fidgeted in her poufy white dress.

"What if-what if he changes his mind later on?" She asked, biting her lip.

"We've had this conversation more than a million times, Lavender," Hermione said, exasperatedly.

"I know, I know...give the bride a break will you? Merlin's beard..." Lavender said, rolling her eyes.

Hermione gritted her teeth at Lavender's attitude and wondered why her boss had ever paired her to fix Lavender and Ron's wedding. She felt slightly uncomfortable doing such a thing, especially when Ron was her former schoolgirl fancy and boyfriend. However, she had gotten over the fact, that he was interested in girls who didn't "nag" him all day.

"He's completely smitten with you, Lavender. Calm down and just breathe," Hermione said, huffing inwardly at the rolling eyes Lavender kept giving her. It was probably, because Lavender still had the distaste of her being paired up with her soon-to-be-husband's former girlfriend.

"Thank you, but how do you know that?" Lavender's tone was civil yet had a little malice in it.

"I see it, that's why!" Hermione retorted back.

Before Lavender could retort, they heard a knock on the door, and Ginny Weasley came in, eyes darting between the two women's glares at each other.

"I just wanted to say it's time to go down the aisle. Oh and arguing is not going to make anything better," Ginny said, crisply and she walked out of the room, leaving both women surprised for a moment.

"Finally," Hermione said, plopping down on the seat next to Ginny. "I'm so happy to get away from her..."

After the war was over, many had started becoming civilized towards each other, and actually acknowledging their past rivals from Hogwarts or from the Ministry. Hermione had decided to become a wedding planner, when it was her dream as a toddler, when she had watched her Uncle and Aunt marry each other, with a wedding planner along the way. Ginny had also become a wedding planner, since she wanted a change in her family's tradition of Auror working.

"Are you upset?" Ginny asked, sipping coolly on her glass of red wine.

"Excuse me?" Hermione asked, confused at the question Ginny had asked.

"My brother? And Lavender?"

Hermione nearly choked on her glass of red wine, fanning herself as she revived herself. "Ginny, that was not funny!" She said, as Ginny giggled at Hermione's reaction.

"No, I am not. I am actually glad that he has her. At least, he won't have to bother me with the apologies after we dated." She shook her head, patting the curly mass of hair that she had struggled to put in a bun.

"Well, I'm glad you moved on," Ginny said, casually rolling her eyes over to where Harry Potter was. "Oh look, there's Harry! I must go talk to him." Hermione shook her head at Ginny's fancy over Harry. Sadly, Harry was not interested at dating at the moment, as he was focused on his career and being like a normal wizard, pushing all the past back.

"Ginny, you've gone boy-crazy. Last month, you were crying over Harry not interested in dating, and just yesterday you were talking about how handsome Blase Zabini was."

"You are so right. Where is he anyways?" Ginny said, saucily.

"Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed, at the obvious flirting abilities of the the red-headed.

"I can't help it. He's a good distraction from Harry anyways," she said, shrugging meekly.

"You really must move on from Harry. I think he'll date a girl when he is in his late twenties or something. He's too focused on his career after the war," Hermione said, sleepily shrugging. "I'm very tired."

"Obviously," Ginny said, standing up. "Come on. Let's go back to our flat."

"Missed me, Weasley?" A deep voice said, from behind.

Ginny jumped, almost pushing the intruder into the bowl of red wine. "Merlin's beard, you git! Watch it, Zabini," she warned, holding a hand to her head, teasingly.

"Someone has been too tipsy. Granger," Blaise said, curtly nodding his head to Hermione as a civilized greeting.

"Zabini," Hermione replied back, civilly as well.

Blaise worked in the Ministry. Hermione wasn't sure what his job was, but she knew he worked with Ron and Harry, sometimes. She wasn't sure how Ginny and Blaise even met. Ginny just had this blush tainted on her cheeks. Their meeting probably was...embarrassing.

"Is Malfoy with you?" Ginny asked.

Blaise only pointed over to Draco, who glumly leaned against the table, his eyes narrowed at both women.

Yes, there stood the Draco Malfoy, as Hermione faced her tormentor for six years.

"Nice to see you too, Granger," he drawled. And for the first time, Hermione had no idea why, but she was speechless.

A/N: okay I got this story from Little-Things-Me but the next chapter will definitely be me. So yep this person has a lot of stories that are good so read them!