*The Wrong Lifetime with the Wrong Man*

By yummydreams

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters! I will only write this disclaimer once!

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Chapitre Un - La preposition-elle a mangé la bague!

Draco and Pansy's appartment, London

The sweaty bodies fell back onto the tangled sheets. The raven haired beauty flung her arm possessively over her pale chest of her beau; her body still quivering from the final effects of their passionate lovemaking but nonetheless, Pansy smiled as she regained enough feeling in her fingers to yank the expensive egyptian cotton over them.

'Wow...' she breathed slowly.

'I could do this everyday...and night.' murmered Draco, running his hands through his mussed blonde hair.

'We do...do this every day.' she said with a gentle laugh as he snuggled further down the bed so they were at eye-level. His long fingers traced her jaw and her pouty lips before replacing his fingertips with his own lips.

'I meant something else, Pansy.' he said breaking off the kiss, his hand entwined their fingers and he chuckled at her confused expression then he smiled lazily. 'Be mine, Parkinson...marry me.'

The dark eyes of chocolate brown widened in surprise but disappeared quickly and a painted smirk graced her lips, 'I may have to think about that.'

'Nonsense, I already have your answer.' he said arrogantly and he laughed again, Pansy Parkinson was very confused this morning. 'You've already said yes-'

'You mean when we were making love earlier?' she snorted ungracefully. 'That was a different kind of 'yes', darling.'

He smiled then lifted her hand, 'Then why do you have this beautiful ring on your finger?'

She gasped...how did it get on? On her left hand, on the slender finger beside her pinkie was elegant white gold band studded with stars of intrinsically cut white diamonds. She closed her mouth and her eyes tore from the engagement ring sliding over to her now-fiance.

'You little sneak-'

'Admit it, you love it. You were too caught up while we were-'

'Yes.'

'What?'

Draco stopped talking, his eyes narrowed in thought. 'Did you just say yes? Is it the same kind of 'yes'?'

'No, it was a different kind of yes.' she emphasised before smiling fondly at him. 'It was the kind of 'yes' when you agree to marry someone.'

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Clements Cafe, Northern Ireland

In the small busy cafe of Clements, the interior was absolutely empty; the coffee and tea machine whirled incessantly and the electronic fridge buzzed as the cans of fizzy drinks vibrated in their plastic shelves. All the customers and staff seemed to be outside.

It was a beautiful summer's day in the city of Belfast, the skies were coloured as blue as the Mother Sea and the golden sun beams radiated over the event happening outside the cafe. Everyone crowded around the small metal table cheering and screaming words of encouragement. She furrowed her eyebrows in concentration as she gulped back the delicious vanilla milkshake. Two empty tall glasses were stacked beside her elbow and Hermione Granger stopped inhaling deeply before returning to her frothy drink, her auburn coloured eyes flickered over to her boyfriend who was having trouble gulping down the ice cold liquid. She caught a flash of his emerald green eyes before he closed them in concentration. You see, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter decided to commence their 'day of fun' with a little competition; who could finish three glasses of Clements' milkshakes first? Everyone crowded round their table to watch the match between the two young lovers, Hermione was normally one who appreciated privacy but today, she couldn't stopped grinning as the people egged her on.

'Done!' she said triumphantly, setting her glass down onto the table and wiped her mouth with a napkin, cheers erupted around her and Harry set his nearly empty glass with an air of defeat.

'Did you finish it all?' accused Harry. 'You know the rules was-'

'Was to completely finish it, no froth or anything allowed to remain.' finished Hermione, her eyes glittering. She was Hermione Granger, she always played by the rules!

'Let me see!' muttered Harry and he snatched her glass frantically, Hermione watched him in curiosity, she always thought he took defeat well but... Her curiosity was peaked when he started checking her other stacked glasses, the crowd around them stood still; suddenly quiet and all watching the darked haired man with an look of anxiety.

'Oh no...' groaned Harry, his hands fisted his unruly hair.

'What's wrong, Harry?' she reached over in concern and laid her hand on his bare forearm. 'Are you okay?'

He looked up, he looked pained and he struggled with his words.

'This didn't turn out how I wanted.' he said finally, groaning again.

Hermione just noticed, why were all the people still standing around them? Harry looked at them and shook his head, some burst into laughter and others looked sympathetic for the young handsome man.

'What is going on, Harry James Potter?' demanded his girlfriend.

'Hermione...' he said weakly, gripping her hands in his, he worried her, 'I had a reason for taking you out here today, the competition was just an excuse-'

'What are you trying to say?' her bottom lip quivered.

'I put your engagement ring in the bottom of the last glass you drank, you were supposed to win - not that you didn't win fair and square - you were meant to find it and I was going to propose to you, I even got people to create an atmosphere.'

'Oh Harry...' she trailed off, overwhelmed, it was the sweetest thing.

'I already asked your dad and he approved-' smiled Harry, forgetting about the ring for a moment but Hermione didn't.

'Wait...the ring wasn't in the glass...' she began in horror.

'I know...' he said, he looked stuck between in the mood to cry and mood to laugh, 'You swallowed it.'

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Royal Victoria Hospital, Accident & Emergency

'We got it, no harm done to you, Miss Granger.' said the middle-aged balding doctor, he suppressed a smile that was fighting to break out, the young couple look clearly distressed. The woman more upset than her boyfriend. He held out a X-ray of Hermione's chest; among the white and black negative, lodged in her digestive tract was clearly a ring and a visible diamond shape.

'I'm fine?' she repeated staring in wonder at the ring that was supposed to be on her finger.

'Yes, completely fine, it's going to pass out the natural way...I suggest you eat a high carbohydrate and fibre diet for a few days until...it comes out.' said the doctor with a grin; he couldn't resist it.

Hermione squeaked and groaned, she'll have to take it to the professional cleaners...how would she explain to them? Harry thanked the doctor and reached for the X-ray in his hand.

'Let's go, Harry, we need to go to the supermarket...what are you doing?' she questioned when he got down on one knee with the sheet in his hand.

'This is all I can do, but at least we won't forget how I proposed to you!' he grinned and she giggled uncontrollably, he extended her X-ray to her, 'With this X-ray showing a diamond ring inside your chest...will you marry me, Hermione?'

'Yes, Harry, yes!' she shrieked in a very unHermionish manner, she flung her arms roung his neck and crushed the sheet between their bodies.

The doctor smiled and offered his congratulations before leaving the couple. The ideas young people have on the most unique way to propose to their other half.

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Later on that day, in Draco and Pansy's appartment, London

'I've had too much limelight and cameras on me...I want it to be small-' announced Pansy.

'But classy?' finished Draco.

They were in the living room of their designer flat, on the very top level, it was a very private block which suited their needs. Draco was the CEO of a chain of D.M Quidditch franchises which sold high quality gear and brooms for the single most played sport in the Wizarding World, his products bought by the high percentage of major Quidditch teams from all around the world made him a very influential and famous man indeed. Pansy...Pansy Parkinson, was even more the bigger celebrity. She was a brilliant fashion designer, her quick eye trained to put fine silk, luscious faux-fur, shimmering satin and soft velvet into the most fashionable item of clothing. Her name was even beginning to make it big in the Muggle World as she delved into muggle clothing to broaden her ideas.

'I want something different...just with our close families...but not something boring.'

'Alright,' drawled Draco as he swirled his cognac in the short glass, he looked up and watch his beautiful wife-to-be pore intensely over wedding catalogues, she snorted every now and then and chucked the item behind her before reaching for the next, 'no traditional white wedding then?'

'No.' she said firmly then she eyes widened and she shrieked, causing him to glare at her.

'Oh...' she muttered breathlessly as she grabbed her drawing pad from the coffee table, she was never far from her drawing pad! It was always close by so she could sketch her ideas when she had an inspiration, she even sleeps with it under her pillow. 'It's so perfect.'

Draco swallowed the last of the rich brown liquid and set the newspaper down, 'Another inspiration of yours?'

'Shush you.' she scolded lightly, her hand darting across the page fervently. 'Oh god...this is it!'

He tapped his foot impatiently and stood up, making his way towards her, 'Stop ignoring me, what is this?'

Just as he reached her armchair, she thrust the white pad into his face, her dark eyes gleaming with excitement.

His grey eyes narrowed as he absorbed her quick sketch and smiled. She was such a good drawer, the model was drawn in haste but the dress was intricate. It was short-sleeved, a one piece that reached the ground, the collar was lined with gilting edges which she labelled 'Silver and Petit Diamonds', the cloth was made of marvellous chinese silk with a tale of flowers, butterlies and sky larks woven; here she labelled 'Emerald/Forest Green(?)'.

'You're going to wear green on our wedding?' he asked, his eyebrow raised.

'So?' she retorted then her eyes glistened with a mischievous sparkle, 'Besides...you like green.'

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Still later that day, in Harry and Hermione's small bungalow, Bangor

'If you invite your boss, you'll need to invite your colleagues too.'

'Do you know how many colleagues I have in the Auror Department?'

Hermione sighed and skimmed her hand across his bare chest, her fingertips gently teasing the sparse hair there. Harry winced and gently slapped her hand away before tilting her head up to face his.

'Look, I just want a small wedding with the family; yours and the Weasleys. We could have an reception a few days later, it doesn't have to be on the same day. It's just going to be about you and me on our wedding day. Don't you want that?'

'Of course.' she murmured. 'I didn't know if you wanted to invite them or not. They helped you out a lot.'

'I know, but I'm going to have to be selfish, I'm tired of all this media, I want it to be the best day of my life.' he said and he kissed her tenderly before breaking into a grin, 'Do you want to invite all your little creature friends?'

This time it was her turn to slap his hand, she scowled lightly but quickly laughed.

Since the defeat of Voldemort, many pureblood families which had connections with the dark wizard were interrogated, and a good number paid a life-time visit to Azkaban which meant their numerous house elves was literally made redundant. The poor creatures wandered and kept their Masters' mansions clean since there was no one to set them free, Hermione had worked hard to fight to pass a bill for all these domestic elves to be freed. Her hard work had not been in vain, two years after the final Battle, they were free.

However, many of these creatures at first resented Hermione greatly, what do they do now? They had always served their masters through generations. Being Hermione Granger, she always found a solution. The following year, she founded a centre of research for a new branch of medicine, medicine for Magical Creatures. The organisation consisting of Hermione and four other head researchers (also qualified MC Healers), each having their own team of four employees; rescued wounded Magical Creatures, notified Dragon Handlers of illegal stolen dragon eggs and so on. The majority of the house elves that Hermione had freed helped in the centre too, paid a monthly salary (as much as they would take) and of course, had (forced) holidays.

Hermione was so proud of her achievement, she loved her job, it was always what she wanted to do. She smiled at the thought, it was so successful and it couldn't have been done without the help of her friends and family; especially Cho Chang, the new wife of her cousin David from Canada (David was a wizard, like Hermione he too was a muggleborn), Cho had so many useful contacts and while she was a Healer, she was also vastly interested in Magical Creatures medicine.

Hermione remembered their delightful wedding, it was typical chinese wedding, they took the meaning of 'not seeing the bride before the wedding' to the very literal. A typical wedding began with the bride dressed in beautiful red silk and her head covered with a opaque veil of matching red and gold silk, she is then carried on into a bridal sedan chair. The sedan is then lifted by four men to the destination of the wedding (usually the groom's home) and on arrival, the groom would kick the sedan chair with his foot lightly to confirm his bride and they would go into the ceremony together before a series of activities were conducted; pronouncing man and wife. In the olden times, the new wife with her face still covered in silk usually retired to the bridal room immediately after the ceremony and she would wait for her new husband to return. However Cho had decided to go into a separate hall with all females and had their dinner separately from the boys before her and David returned to the Bridal Suite where they finally consummated their marriage. Hermione thought it was extremely romantic in an odd sense, they had waited for each other until that very night and she didn't doubt that it added to their passion.

'What are you thinking off?' whispered Harry, pulling her close to him.

'Harry, let's have a chinese wedding.' she smiled.

'Chinese wedding?' repeated Harry thoughtfully. 'Like Cho's and David's big day?'

Hermione suddenly squirmed, clutching her tummy.

'I need the toilet, hold that thought for a second.'

The engagement ring seemed one step towards its appearance!

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Hahaha!

By the way the title in french means: 'The proposal-she ate the ring!'

Basically this story is about the two couples: Harry and Hermione, Draco and Pansy. Little did they know they picked the same type and day of the wedding. On the big day, a mix up occurs and they marry the wrong spouse. In my wizarding world is very traditionnal and unlike the muggle world, divorces are very hard to come by. Also adultery is highly serious. Eventually it will end up with Harry and Pansy, Draco and Hermione- but not without a fight!

Next Chapter:

Preparation of the Weddings.

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