"I hate boys!" Ginny screamed at the top of her voice, causing Victorie to cry.
"Ginny, you don't hate boys, come on stand up," Hermione urged, helping her best friend to her feet.
"I do, I hate Harry! He made me fat!" She screamed.
"Come on now, Gin, stand up you're going to ruin your dress," Hermione pleaded.
"No! I'm not marrying him, he's evil! EVIL!" She yelled, bursting into tears.
"Ginny, shhh.." Hermione pleaded as Victorie's crying got louder. "You're beautiful, now come on, you're getting married in less than an hour,"
"I told you, I'M NOT MARRYING HIM!"
"What's going on here, Ginny, are you OK?" Harry asked, as he entered the room to check on what all the fuss was about. Fleur was standing on the other side of the room looking frightened and Luna was trying to make Victorie stop crying.
Without warning, Ginny started throwing hexes in Harry's direction.
"Harry, get out!" Hermione yelled. Harry didn't hesitate for a minute to rush out the door.
Women.
"Oh, Draco, don't you look handsome!" Narcissa cooed, studying her son in his finest dress robes.
"Thank you, mother, you look beautiful." Draco said, admiring his mothers crimson dress. He felt it only polite to compliment his mother any time she dressed up, it's what his father would of done.
"Oh, Draco, aren't you quite the gentleman!" She said as she put her wand into her handbag. "I still can't believe they're going ahead with a wedding," she said, shaking her head.
"Well, Potter and Weasley are still engaged, aren't they?" Draco said.
"Darling, there are many Weasley's, call her Miss. Weasley to save confusion,"
Draco couldn't imagine addressing Potter, Weasley or Granger as 'Miss' or 'Mr', or worse yet 'Mrs'. He had grown up with these people, it just seemed strange that he was going to their wedding. They had hated each other all the way through childhood, and they still weren't exactly friendly.
"Grab onto my arm, sweetheart." Naricissa commanded.
"Mother, I do know how to apparate." Draco reminded her.
"Oh, yes of course."
There were two crack's and the Malfoy Manor was empty once more.
Hermione took one last glance in the mirror, she even had to admit that she looked well for a woman in her situation. She was silently debating with herself for the past week wondering whether or not Ron would bother turning up, she reached the conclusion that he wouldn't dare.
"Hermione, come on!" Ginny said.
It had taken a good twenty minutes and chocolate to bring Ginny back to her senses, she blamed it on the hormones and went back to her bossy, excitable self. And now she was about to be married, Hermione sighed to herself. This was supposed to be her wedding day, too. "No," she thought, "Push those thoughts to the back of your head."
"Coming, Gin." She called.
Taking one last quick glance at her reflection she arranged her face into a happy expression and headed towards Ginny. She looked beautiful in her long, white dress that complimented her hair and complexion so well.
"How do I look?" Ginny asked.
"Beautiful," Hermione said honestly.
"Are you girls ready?" Arthur Weasley asked, Ginny nodded and Arthur waved his wand and music started to play.
Arthur hooked Ginny's arm and they slowly began to walk down the isle with Hermione, Fleur and Luna behind them in their Gryffindor Red bridesmaid dresses.
Everyone's heads turned as they admired the beautiful bride, many eyes landed on her bump which earned her both approving and disapproving looks. But Ginny didn't care, and evidently, neither did Harry as he looked at her as though there were no one else in the world but his soon-to-be-wife.
Draco sat next to his sobbing mother, she really was such a drama queen. The new couple had just shared their first kiss as a married couple and the room was filled with an applause. He turned to get out of his seat and reluctantly congratulate the Potter's when his eyes met someone else. Granger.
She was sitting beside Loony, apparently lost in thought. Draco couldn't help but notice the small bump and finally realized how his mother had felt so sorry for her. She looked so young and sad. Not the Granger he knew and hated.
His thoughts were interrupted by loud, shouting and angry-sounding voices from the back of the room. Apparently, everyone had heard because everyone had turned towards the source of the noise.
There he was, arm-in-arm with a girl that could be recognized as none other than Lavender Brown. Weasley.
Hermione stood up abruptly to go and scold the person who was making the noise, she crossed the room without caring that everyone was staring. She stopped dead at the sight of who it was.
"Ron." She said incredulously, unable to believe her eyes that he dared to show up.
"Hermione." He said.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, trying to sound harsh but her voice only shook.
"Well, it's my sisters wedding, isn't it?" He said.
"I already told you, you're no brother of mine!" Ginny screamed.
"Sorry! OK, we'll just go. Come on Lav." He said, but didn't move. Instead he was glaring at something behind Hermione. "What's he doing here?" He shouted.
Hermione turned around so fast that she felt dizzy and stumbled slightly, thankfully Luna had remained by her side to steady her.
"Thanks Luna. And he was invited! I..think?" She asked, feeling rather confused, what was Malfoy doing at Harry and Ginny's wedding.
"Well, my mother was. But she could bring a guest." He said awkwardly.
"Yeah, see. So, you can go now." She spat. But still Ron didn't move, he was now staring right at Hermione, her abdomen.
"Is there a baby in there?" He asked, shocked.
"No, Ronald. Pregnant means I'm growing a house-elf in my stomach, GET OUT OF HERE!" She screamed, taking everyone, including herself by surprise. She never normally lost it, that was so Un-Hermione.
Ron quickly retreated, with Lavender on his arm. Hermione turned to face the shocked crowd staring at her, but she found herself not even caring.
"Hormones." She said and walked off towards the food.
Draco was in a state of shock. He had never seen Hermione get so angry in his life, not even throughout the school years when he taunted and teased her. His mother was over talking to Hermione..or more, Hermione's stomach. He had found his old friend Blaise Zabini at a table unaccompanied and they had spent the evening chatting together.
"You're engaged to Pansy? Wow, I never pictured you two together.." Blaise said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Draco snapped.
"Nothing..nothing. I just thought with this new angelic Draco you'd maybe go for someone a bit..you know...less Slytherin."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Blaise, and I think if I understood you I'd be even more confused." Draco said, taking a sip out of his wine glass. "Anyway, have you got any ladies then? Like, ones you plan on keeping?"
"I was seeing this girl from Russia, she died, though."
"Merlin, Blaise, you're more like your mother than I thought."
"Granger has grown up to be pretty hasn't she?" Blaise said, eyeing Hermione chatting happily to Narcissa Malfoy across the room.
Draco choked on the sip of wine he had just taken, why does everyone keep saying that?
He glanced over at Granger, then he saw it, she was beautiful.
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