Here's the second installment of my story! Sorry if this took long but I've been busy with school. I promise to update faster the next time. Hope you like this next one! :)

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Hermione Granger

2000

TWO-THIRDS OF THE GOLDEN TRIO, TO BE JOINED IN MATRIMONY

Mr. Ronald Weasley and Ms. Hermione Granger, war heroes, have just confirmed their incoming wedding. Sources say, their relationship has just moved up to the next level during the Second Wizarding War. Being Harry Potter's friends, they have been with him through his escapades and really connected. They are, as people say, a very unlikely pair. Ronald Weasley, has come from a pureblood family with seven children while Hermione Granger is from a muggle family of dentists. For those who do not have the slightest idea, dentists tend to people's teeth. Yes, there is something like that in the muggle world. Despite the couple's happiness with their engagement, fans of the trio have been disappointed with the pair. When we surveyed witches and wizards, they showed interest in the Potter-Granger relationship better. Miss Granger has been named the brightest witch of their age and it would have been best to join with the chosen one. When asked about this, Miss Granger just laughed and simply said, "Harry and I are friends. That would never change."

Potter, Weasley, and Granger have been the best of friends since they entered Hogwarts. Mister Potter has consulted them in almost all the different things he does, seeing as the late Dumbledore entrusted him with much. For those who have been living under a rock and not know who the three are, they are the ones that discovered the secret to destroying the Dark Lord. We owe much to them. When interviewed, Mister Potter told us that most of the thinking was from Granger. We know Potter's contributions but what about Weasley? What did he do?

What did Miss Granger see in Mister Weasley? Was it his humor or his red hair? We do not know. Maybe we should find out ourselves seeing as the golden trio does not want to give comment. As to when the wedding will be, this has not yet been confirmed, but it is in the near future, they say. They just can't wait.

Hermione had mixed emotions as she read today's Daily Prophet. She had no clue whether to be happy or enraged. The newspaper just praised her for almost half of the article, but insulted her fiancée with the other half.

"Oh please, Ronald had his contributions, if I may say so myself." Hermione told herself, more than anybody. She was alone in her room at her parent's house. She had just moved in. After graduating, she thanked the Weasley's for letting her stay and expressed her interest in going back the home she grew up in. Even though it was empty, she still had plenty of good memories in this house. Her parents weren't in the house, but Hermione plans on changing that in the near future. She knew exactly where to find them. Australia was their place to be after placing a False Memory Charm on them. Probably, in a month or two would she look for them and restore their memory. She wanted them to be there in her wedding.

She giggled. Her wedding. Oh how time flies. Seems like it was just yesterday that she dreamed about being somebody's bride. To be looked at with such admiration. She wanted her own Prince Charming. Watching Disney movies before going to Hogwarts, she promised herself to be one of the princesses in the movies. And now it was all turning into reality.

Though Ron didn't actually have the Prince features, she did find him to be charming. He had such a great personality that Hermione can't help but fall in love with him. He always made her laugh and is just a very great guy to be with. It would be nice starting a family with him.

Ron wasn't really good-looking. He looked quite normal. He wasn't somebody you would really remember if you just spent some time with him. He wasn't anything compared to… Hermione thought who the best to compare him with was and suddenly, a face came into her mind.

Draco Malfoy.

She gasped as his features invaded her mind. His blonde hair, the grey orbs, and those lips. At times, their little encounter would just come into her mind randomly and it was all Hermione could think about for a long time. She can't forget how his lips felt against hers and how careful he was with her. Malfoy was so gentle while handling her, as if she was so fragile that she might just break in any second.

Their kiss left a tingly feeling in her lips, even until now. Hermione touched her lips and imagined how she felt when their lips met. His kiss was so hypnotizing and she couldn't stop but live out the moment. Malfoy's kiss was so different with Ron's. It was obvious how experienced he was. He really knew what he was doing. As to Ron, his kiss was, Hermione hated to admit it, sloppy. Both Malfoy and Ron were so different in so many ways.

It may be wrong to have kissed a guy while she was already engaged, but it wouldn't really hurt to think about it, would it? The kiss happened already, anyway.

She hadn't seen Malfoy ever since she walked away from him on that night. She occasionally saw him on the Daily Prophet since he was always on the cover. He really outdid himself, taking risks for his family's company and getting the rewards of it. His company has grown bigger with him being the one to make the decisions. In one article, he was even named the Most Eligible Bachelor of the Wizarding World. Hermione remembered their conversation on during The Night, as she would refer to it.

"Don't you think you're living a very tight and well-planned life?" She asked him.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, it's like everything you do was pre-destined. Like your actions must be this and that precisely."

"Sometimes, I do." Draco answered truthfully. It was evident in his eyes that he meant what he was saying. "But I like living at the edge, too."

And after that was a blur. His kiss made Hermione lose all her senses.

"Damn it, Hermione, stop thinking about another man." She whispered to herself. To distract herself, she took a look around her room. It was exactly the same as to how it looked for the past eighteen years. She was nineteen now. Before, she didn't plan on marrying at such a young age. But this led to that, and it was inevitable now.

Or so she thought.


After reading today's newspaper, Draco's grip on the paper suddenly tightened. How could he ignore such an unwanted article when it was right in the cover page? Somehow, he was expecting his face to be all over the front again, but instead, he saw such a happy couple smiling and waving to the cameras.

"Damn it!" He shouted as he couldn't help but rip the Daily Prophet.

For some reason, he was so affected by the news. He didn't really mean to dwell on the fact that the Hermione and Ron are about to be married but when you love someone…

"Wait, what?" He stopped himself from thinking any more. He did not just admit he was in love with the girl. Draco shook his head, hoping that all those nasty thoughts would just go away. "I can't believe all my hard work came to nothing."

Well, practically, he didn't really do much work. He just kissed Hermione when he had the chance. Didn't even follow through with it, but it was worth the try wasn't it?

"How could I be so head over heels with Granger? Wake up, Draco, you aren't meant to be."

He was convincing himself of what seems to be so contradicting to his feelings. He wanted to forget about the feeling he got when he tried his luck and kissed the witch he secretly wanted. He risked his heart, and true enough, it was broken. Shattered into pieces, actually.

When Hermione walked away from him, he immediately secluded himself from anybody else. Draco went straight to his dorm and just stayed hidden from anybody else. He didn't want to see how happy others were while he was there, feeling rejected. Despite her saying no to him and choosing a Weasel, he still wanted her. He wanted Granger.

A sly smile crept into his face.

Malfoys always get what they want.


Hermione and Ron didn't waste any time for the wedding preparations. Right after they announced their engagement, they went straight to it.

A year seems to have passed by so quickly. As if it was just yesterday, Ron was getting down on one knee, in the Head Girl's room, asking Hermione to marry him. And now, it was a day before their big day. They wanted a summer wedding.

All the preparations were finished. They were to get married in the same tent that Fleur and Bill got married. The invitations have long been sent out. They had just finished making the venue look appropriate for Hermione's standards. The best part of it was that her parents were coming, too.

A month was how long it took before the buzz about her wedding kind of died down. She was just waiting for the perfect timing to sneak out of England for a few days. And then, after waiting, there it was. Daily Prophet Reporters weren't as active as they were before with trying so hard to dig up some story about her or Ron. The moment she was in Australia, she knew what to do. She kept track of her parents in a very discreet way and found them easily. Not wanting to waste any time, Hermione restored their memories and had some catching up to do. Of course, they were glad about her engagement.

"Hermione?" There was a knock on her door, disturbing her thoughts. She was staying at the Burrow this time. Being it the day before the wedding, it seems proper to be at the place where the wedding was to be held. It will make things easier for them to set up and get her ready. "It's me, Ron."

She chuckled. Apparently, they had different traditions from the muggle world. "Come in, Ronald."

When the door opened, his head was the first to peak inside. He was trying to go inside slowly, with a look of caution in his eyes. But Hermione decided to ignore it for a while.

"You know," she started as Ron strutted across the room to where she was sitting. "There is something in the muggle world. Legend says that the bride and the groom shouldn't see each other before their wedding."

"Well, that's stupid." He giggled and placed his lips to her forehead. He trailed kisses down to her own and planted a gentle kiss to her lips. "Where did that come from?"

Hermione raised her shoulders. "Oh I have no idea, stuff passed down to the next generation."

"Well, what happens if they met?"

"Bad luck." There was distain in her voice. As if she deeply believed on these silly premonitions. But she should know better.

"Oh you shouldn't dwell on that stuff." His hands found hers and held them tightly. They just stared at each others eyes until they heard a noise from downstairs.

"Hey Ron, hurry or we'll leave without you!"

Hermione looked at her soon-to-be-husband-in-less-than-24-hours. "You're going somewhere?"

Suddenly, he just couldn't look at her in the eye.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley, where are you going?" She let go of his hands and folded her arms that made her look so scary and strict.

He cleared his throat and raised his head to look at her. "Well, Harry and some other guys I work with are going to take me out for this 'bachelor party' they say I need." He saw her raise her eyebrows. "It's just going to be us, friends. And don't worry, I'll be good."

She sighed. She saw how Ron wanted this. It wasn't all the time that he got to go out with his friends, because he's either working or with Hermione. Well that was what Hermione thought. She didn't really know how Ron would take up every free chance just to stay away from the Burrow or the Ministry, where he was expected to do just what was needed of him.

"Sure, you can go." She faked a smile. Hermione didn't really like the idea of Ron doing Merlin knows what on the last day before he's tied to her.

"Thank you, thank you!" Ron got up and kissed her for the last time before he rushed out the room. Moments later, Hermione heard the familiar sound of apparition, just outside the house. Once alone, she stood up and walked to her bed. She flopped down on her bed and closed her eyes. Ginny told her to sleep early today because she needed to rest.

But how could she? How could she sleep so soundly when she knew that Ron was out partying?

"I changed my mind." A sudden entrance made Hermione sit up so fast that there was a sudden flush of blood making her lie down again. A certain redhead entered the room and was dressed in a black, tightly fit dress and black pumps. She had her hair up in a loose bun and a few strands fell to frame her face. Hermione was once again interrupted by a Weasley the second time that night.

"About what?" Hermione slowly got up this time, trying to make sure that the horrible feeling won't come again. She eyes Ginny's clothes and raised an eyebrow.

"If my brother's going to go out and enjoy this last night as a single man, you should to!" She squealed as she pulled Hermione's arms to get her to stand up. "We're going to get you enjoy this last night!"

"I think I`m pretty tired, Gin." Hermione sighed.

"Oh come on, don't be a wuss. You can't be tired. You got to have fun on your honeymoon tomorrow, too." She wiggled her eyebrows which made her company laugh.

"Fine, fine!" Hermione said in between laughs. "Oh the things I do for you."

An hour later, the two best friends apparated to a club of Ginny's choice. It was a wizard club which meant there were no muggles present. They first went to a muggle hotel and walked all the way to the back of one hallway, where they had to say a few incantations to open the passageway to the club, Rage.

Because it was magically-powered, there were floating lights all over. The music was pounding so hard around the whole club that wasn't even possible to be heard outside. There was a dance floor where different kinds of people were dancing so hard to impress one another. One the other side of the dance floor, the bar was lighted so bright that it was painful to look at.

"Wow, this is a great place!" Hermione shouted through the heavy music. The lights were of different colors that illuminated the whole place.

Fortunately, Ginny heard her and nodded. They went straight to the bar where both ordered drinks to their liking. Admittedly, Hermione was having fun. She wasn't really the type of person to party all night because she'd rather stay at home and just read a book or two.

She also wasn't used to all the stares the men were giving her. They were looking at her in a suggestive matter, probably because she looked smoking. Ginny had lent her a dress of her own. It was a dark blue spaghetti-strap dress that ended mid-thigh. The dress was hugging her so finely that it emphasized her curves. Matching her dress were strappy black high heels.

Ginny was then asked by some guy to dance with. She looked over at Hermione, as if to ask for permission.

"What about Harry?" She mouthed to her girl best friend.

Ginny waved her hand to dismiss the matter. She had a smile on her face which made Hermione nod in agreement, laughing.

While alone in the bar, a lot of people tried to ask her to dance but she politely declined. And so now, she was just sitting there, fidgeting with her dress, and emptying her drink.

Hermione scanned the whole area and saw how everybody was having the time of their lives. Then, a certain sight caught her eyes. Through the whole dancing crowd, there was a figure moving towards the place she was in. She looked to her sides to see if there was anybody that the figure may have been going to. But there was none.

And then, the figure finally stepped away from the crowd. Draco Malfoy, with all his gloriousness, was walking towards her with a seducing look.


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