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Chapter 3: The Wedding

Hermione walked into the Gryffindor dorm to see her two best friends sitting by the fire playing a game of wizard chess. She walked over and pulled up a seat.

"Hey Hermione," Harry said, looking over and smiling.

"Yeah hey," Ron said not even looking up.

"So I met with them this morning," Hermione said, slumping in her chair and folding her arms.

"Yeah, I can't believe you got stuck with Malfoy out of all people," Harry said frowning.

"As long as I don't have too much time with them I should be okay," Hermione said giving a sad smile. "How has it been going with Parvati and Parkinson?"

"Oh, fine I guess. She knows what she wants in a wedding so it has been really easy for me. I think she is one of those girls who have been planning their wedding since they were little," Harry said while moving a chess piece.

"Pansy isn't so bad, I guess," Ron said still not looking up.

"Really?" Hermione looked surprised, "Ok, well I'm going to go work on my homework. See you later."

Tuesday came faster than Hermione had expected. She had no interest in picking out a wedding dress and was actually dreading a day most women are excited for. She walked over to the part of the castle that she had been told that Madam Malkin was in.

There was a podium sitting next a closed door. An older woman was standing behind it holding a quill and looking at a paper sitting on the podium. She immediately looked up when Hermione walked over to her.

"Name?" the woman said looking tired. Hermione could only imagine how many teenage girls she had had to fit that day.

"Hermione Granger," she said politely. The old woman took her finger and let her long fingernail trail down the page. The nail stopped and the older woman wrinkled her nose in confusion.

"There must be a misprint; I see two male names next to yours," she said, still looking at the book oddly.

"No misprint. I'm paired with both Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy." Hermione was surprised how their names felt on her tongue.

"Hmmm, interesting," Madame Malkin said while making a little check in the book, "well come on, no time to waste. What style of dresses do you like?"

"Well I don't really know. I've never really thought about it," Hermione replied honestly.

"Ah, how interesting," the older woman said back. Hermione frowned when she realizing the older woman was just politely informing her that it was weird. This really was a good way to sum up the whole situation, weird.

"Urgghhhhhhhh," Draco said and gritted his teeth as Blaise practically dragged him to the side of the castle that the men's dress robes were being held.

"Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy," Blaise said to the man behind a table set up in front of an old wooden door. The man nodded once and led them through the door. He started to take them to separate dressing rooms when Blaise stopped the man.

"No, we are getting dressed for the same wedding so we should have a room together," Blaise said before he entered the dressing room.

"Ahh, I see. No problem," the man said very politely, and opened another door. The boys walked in. The room was a typical dressing room with a small platform, a mirror, and a few chairs. The man ushered Blaise up on the platform first, took a few measurements, and then did the same for Draco.

"So what are the colours for the wedding? You will want your robes to coordinate," the man remarked.

Blaise looked at Draco stumped. "Did Hermione say anything about colours?"

Draco thought for a second and then an evil grin formed on his face. "You know what, she said the decorations were up to us."

"Well what do you think she would like?" Blaise asked.

"I have just the colours in mind," Draco said and wrote the colours down on the forms of the tailors' clipboard.

"Very good," the man said walking out of the dressing room, "your robes will appear in your rooms the morning of the wedding."

As soon as the door closed, Blaise walked over to Draco and slammed him into the wall. Draco looked shocked at the darker man's actions.

"What the fuck was that for?" Draco said trying to push off Blaise, but he held firm.

"I want you to listen and I want you to listen good," Blaise said levelling his eyes with the blond wizard, "ever since we started this project all I have heard is you bitching about Hermione. Do you not realizing you are marrying me too?"

Draco stopped and looked lost in thought for a few minutes. Blaise didn't let go, waiting for the realization to hit. Then, he started feeling something hard growing against his leg. Draco looked back at him with wide eyes. Blaise let go of his arm and smashed his mouth down on Draco's. The boys let their tongues fight for dominance, both hungry with desire. They both drew back trying to catch their breath.

"Come on, we need to work on decoration spells," Blaise said breaking the silence.

All Draco could do was nod. Blaise snickered a little thinking this was probably the first time Draco had ever been speechless.

The Wedding day, or hell day which it had come to be called in her thoughts, came a lot faster than Hermione had expected. She opened her eyes and looked around the room. Sure enough, laying on chair next to her bed was the dress.

Hermione walked over to it and just starred, almost scared to touch it. As if touching it would make in all real.

"Oooo," a voice cooed behind her. She turned around to see Ginny admiring the dress. "Please Hermione, let me help you get ready. You are the closest thing I've ever had to a sister."

"Ginny it's just a project for school," Hermione said frowning that she had to remind her that it wasn't real.

"I don't care. Please?" Ginny asked again, and jumped with glee when the brunette finally nodded her head.

"We better get going. We need to have the place fixed up before anyone gets there," Blaise said walking into Draco's room. Once in the room he stopped looking at the blond all dressed up. His pants suddenly felt a little tighter.

Draco gathered his things and they started their walk to the location.

"So where are we going?" Draco asked.

"I don't think I've been there before. It's on the grounds. Hermione drew us a map," Blaise said pulling a piece of parchment out of his pants pocket. They followed the route and ended in a clearing with a few large boulders.

"It's got a nice view of Hagrid's cottage, but I can't image why she would pick this," Blaise said looking around.

"What the fuck! What the fuck!" Draco said. "That fucking bitch."

Blaise turned around and simply raised his eyebrows in confusion to Draco's swearing.

"This is the spot," Draco said pulling out his wand with revenge in his eyes, "this is the spot where that little bitch punched me in the face! Oh, I hope she will thoroughly enjoy our decorations."

Draco went to town on the decorations while muttering 'this spot' and 'little bitch'.

"Well now it's the spot that we are getting married." Blaise sighed at Draco's immaturity, "Do you have your vows ready?"

Draco shrugged, but didn't have time to reply because of the presence of Professor McGonagall. She held a large book in one hand and a black silk bag in the other.

"Gentleman I assume you are ready?" She said firmly. It was after all an assignment. After they both nodded, she handed them each a fake wand and two gold rings.

"And Miss Granger is?" said the older witch looking around.

"I'm here Professor," said a voice behind them.

They all turned around. The two wizard's jaws dropped. Madam Malkin had chosen a beautiful Vera Wang dress. It was the only wedding dress designer Hermione had ever heard of. The dress was strapless, with the fabric crossing on the bodice, and a full skirt that folded in such a unique way that it even amazed a witch like herself. If she had been a girl that thought about things like weddings, she probably would have thought it was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. Ginny had done a wonderful job on her hair and makeup. She had swept the majority of her hair in to a curly loose bun leaving two strands in the front down framing her face. The makeup was shades of light purple and was simple but elegant.

"Excellent, here is your wand for the ceremony and wedding bands," Professor McGonagall said breaking the trance the boys had towards Hermione.

Hermione walked forward and took the items. She stopped and really looked around at the directions. It looked like a cheap muggle wedding chapel in Vegas. The boulders had been outlined in flashy green and silver decorations. She simply rolled her eyes, she had expected something like this.

"Ok, so in a true Wizarding Binding Ceremony, I would start by welcoming the guests," Professor McGonagall said while opening the large book she had brought with her. "Then I would talk about the couple. Contrary to belief, three people marrying each other is rare but not unheard of. So for the assignment I've informed you that you must have vows. Draco?"

"Yea, umm," Draco said trying to throw something together, "I promise to umm, pay anything you both need paid. Umm yea..."

McGonagall sighed at Draco's lack of seriousness of the assignment she then turned, "Thank you Mr. Malfoy, you may now place the wedding bands on your partners. Hermione?"

Hermione peered down at the finger that a silver wedding band had just been placed on. She shuttered a little at the feeling of the cold metal. "Yes, I promise to be loyal, someone you can depend on when in time of need, a good listener, and a friend."

She looked up at the elder witch to indicate that she was finished. "Thank you Hermione, you may now place the wedding bands on your partners' fingers. Blaise?"

"I promise to love without reservation, honour and respect, and provide for your needs as best I can, protect you both from harm, comfort you in times of distress, grow with you both, always be open and honest, and cherish you both for as long as we both shall live," Blaise said softly. He then placed the wedding bands on Draco and Hermione. They both were looking at him confused at his beautiful speech.

"Ok now I need you to take out the wands I have provided and perform the binding spell." Professor McGonagall then began to chant the words printed in the book. The three students took their wands and in unison pulled a stream of light from their hearts, then touched the tips together. A blue light weaved through the triad.

"And so mote it be," the Professor said. "Now I have your next assignment."

She handed them a scroll, picked up her book, and walked away from the three who were still reeling from the ceremony.

They opened the scroll curious to see what could possibly be next…

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