*The Wrong Lifetime with the Wrong Man*

By yummydreams

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(A/N Before you start reading, I suggest you to take a look at the pictures of the chinese dress and the Bridal Sedan, just so you can visualise it. There are links to the photos on my profile page! Thanks!)


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Draco's and Pansy's appartment, London

'We...are...getting...married...in...two...days!' squealed Pansy as she kissed him between words.

It was a bright sunny morning. Draco groaned as he swatted away his fiancé's slapping hands, he too was overjoyed that their upcoming nuptials were advancing so soon but it was too early in the morning today for him to endure her excited screams. He rolled over onto his front, burying his face into the downy pillow as the raven beauty beside him continued to ramble on and on about something.

'I hope our guests received our invitations, I haven't received any replies yet! It's been two weeks, do you think they're not coming? Oh no! No one's coming to our wedding-' she muttered furiously fast, her beautiful face assembled into a frown.

'Pansy.' said Draco cutting her off and she stopped her rant immediately, she was closed to tears and he kept his eyes close, his hand wrapped around her slim wrist. There was a brief pause before she looked at him expectantly.

'What?' she said after a short while.

'Nothing.' he answered sleepily.

'Why did you say my name?' she demanded.

'Just to shut you up. It worked rather well didn't it?' he tried to say it somberly but couldn't help grinning when she whipped out his pillow from underneath his head and proceeded to suffocate him with it.

'You total as-'

'Hey hey, let's not kill your husband-to-be before the wedding, alright?'

He pushed the pillow off his face easily and sat up, binding her flailing hands gently in his; he was fully awake now. Pansy stopped struggling and pulled her hands away from his grasp, folding her arms huffily across the front of her satin camisole.

'Pansy, try to relax. Everyone has got their invites and has replied, the wedding planner is handling everything, loosen up.' Draco said softly, untangling her folded arms.

'Okay.' she agreed.

'Now...let me give you my present.' he said with a slight growl.

She immediately brightened up, 'You got me a present?'

'Yes, hold out your hand.' he said. He took her hand and tried to place it down his boxers.

'Draco Malfoy!' cried Pansy furiously disappointed, and she slapped her hand away.

'Oof.' groaned Draco, placing his hand over his injured manhood.

'You'll survive.' she said sliding off the bed and brushing her long hair in the vanity mirror.

'That was...' Draco began, his hands circling her waist and his head buried into her neck. They wandered under her nightwear, '...the first time you refused me.'

'Oh behave you.' she said, sharply tapping his roaming hands with the back of her wooden brush.

He ignored her; he didn't take rejection very well. Nevertheless his hands slipped back out of her top and began a different course down her stringed matching shorts. Pansy moaned as his fingers seeked out her most sensitive area, his long fingers deftly stroking into her wet folds.

'You still want me to behave?' he whispered hoarsely, fully aroused.

It took her a lot of willpower but she did it: she removed his hands firmly from her shorts and turned round to face him.

'Let's not have sex until the wedding.' she said mischeivously.

'What?' he demanded in disbelief, he groaned pushing her against the dresser, she couldn't refuse him now! It was so unfair.

'I want to wait until that night.' she told him seriously, slipping from his arms and she moved to her wardrobe to find something to wear.

'Thought you didn't like tradition.' he said darkly, watching her throw a suitable blouse onto the bed.

'I do, we're having a traditional chinese wedding aren't we?'

'That's not what I meant...Pansy, I need you now, I can't wait until we get married! Give me sex now...' he growled, advancing on her again. 'Or I will make a fool of us on the day! And everyone will be watching!'

'In front of our family?' she smirked. 'In front of Lucius?'

Draco frowned, he didn't expect her to consider his threat thoroughly.

'That's what I thought, go get a shower.' she smiled and gave him a quick peck on the lips. 'I'll see you at breakfast.'

oOo

Harry's and Hermione's bungalow, Bangor

He was close now.

She was even closer.

Harry groaned as he tried to hold himself back from his impending climax, his beautiful fiancé had to come first. She was thrashing underneath him, she was whimpering louder and louder and she had to bite down on his shoulder. Hermione enjoyed making love with Harry, but it frustrated her to no end, the pleasure he caused between her legs was immense and Hermione Granger did not like losing control of herself. Harry shuddered, the pain in his shoulder was starting to feel numb and he buried himself deep into his lover's wet cavity, his thighs smoothly slipping past her wet thighs from their previous lovemaking during the whole morning.

'Hermione...' he almost yelled, as her walls started to pulse and contract around his pounding erection.

Harry slipped himself out and his hand found the back of her head, he pulled her head back roughly and attacked her neck with a fierce kiss before driving back into her for the last time.

'Twenty!' she yelled as she let herself go, her release making her shiver in pleasure and Harry came soon after, slumping against her heaving body.

'Twenty?' croaked Harry in disbelief, he rolled onto his back and stroked her damp stomach. 'Hermione, please tell me you weren't thinking about the wedding plans during sex.'

Hermione managed to blush even though her face was already flushed pink after their enthusiastic activity and she now looked guiltily at her fiancé.

'Just came into my mind for a few seconds.' she lied sheepishly.

'You were supposed to say my name when you come. Not how many guests we have!' he glared at her.

'Sorry.' she said, turning over and leaning on his broad chest, offering a kiss near his throat as an apology. 'I'm just a little stressed with organising everything.'

'Hermione.' he said, tilting her chin up so they were on eye-level. 'The reason why I suggested to hire a wedding planner is so that you can de-stress, let someone else organise it for once.'

'Are you saying I control everything?' she demanded, poking his stomach.

'Maybe.' he answered slyly.

'Thank goodness, we took these two weeks off, I don't think I would have been able to go to work today after the marathon we did since last night.'

'Well get used to it, we'll be having lots of marathons to make that baby.' he joked.

'It won't be necessary.' smiled Hermione.

Harry nearly choked...on air, 'Hermione...? I- What?'

Hermione rolled her eyes, 'No, you moron, we've been using protection spells remember?'

'Oh, I forgot. You're always in control, I don't need to think.'

'Gosh you make me sound like a control freak.'

'Sorry, I amend my remark, you're not controlling all the time.'

'Really?' she asked, genuinely interested. 'When am I not then?'

'I can think of one thing.' he answered just as sincerely, he flipped her over onto her back and they were already breathless with excitement. His fingers danced between her breasts, circled her navel and finally, he began to fondle her between her legs.

'You're right.' she agreed and she let out a soft moan.

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Night before the Wedding

Draco's and Pansy's appartment, London

'Come let's start, it's getting late, you need to look good for tomorow.' insisted JP.

Pansy sat obediently on the stool in front of her vanity, she was wearing a pale pink nightgown and her hair was newly washed and perfectly dried.

'Do you know how to do this?' asked Millicent skeptically.

'Yes, of course.' said JP affronted then he paused briefly. 'Well I've heard about it, you just brush the bride's hair the night before and with each brush you say a hope or dream.'

'Does it work?' asked Daphne sitting on the bed with her long legs crossed.

'I don't know! It doesn't hurt to try. I'll start.' began JP, he pulled the ivory comb through Pansy's smooth locks. 'One brush, I hope you'll get more and more beautiful each day.'

Pansy smiled and the other two pretended to gag. 'You're obssessed with her, JP, maybe you should marry her.' remarked Millicent.

'She's the only woman I'll love.' said JP dramatically.

'Whatever Drama Queen, my turn!' said Daphne, hopping off the bed and she snatched the comb none-too-gracefully but combed the bride's hair gently. 'I wish that you would always have great fun with bed with your man.'

'Daphne!' shrieked Millicent but Daphne looked pointedly at her.

'JP didn't say that the hope had to be decent. Besides, Pansy's getting married. She's going to have lots of sex with her husband! So it might as well be enjoyable!'

'Okay, okay, my turn! I hope that you'll have loads of cute kiddies.'

'Millicent, do you want me to be fat?'

'I don't think you could ever be, Pansy, seriously.'

'Give me the comb! I wish that someday you would consider giving Draco to me for one night, just one night-'

'Don't even finish combing my hair.' threatened Pansy as she stopped JP's hand, he had brushed down halfway.

'Fine, I wish that you would consider giving Draco to me for one night-' commenced JP again.

'JP...' growled Pansy.

'So that he can learn from me how to impress you.' finished JP sulkily.

'Don't you have a wish, Pansy?' piped Daphne, taking the comb from JP.

'I do.' said Pansy blushing slightly. 'It's kinda cheesy though.'

'We love cheese.' smiled Millicent.

'I hope to spend my whole lifetime and beyond with the man of my dreams.' whispered Pansy.

The brush combed easily through her hair.

The Burrow, London

'Ouch, easy, Ginny.' winced Hermione.

'Your hair is soooo frustrating.' said her best friend grumpily, attacking her hair with the wooden brush and Hermione cried out in pain again.

'Stop, Ginny...stop. at this rate, I'm going to have no hair for tomorow! Here let me do it.' complained Hermione.

She thrust the brush into her palm and Hermione teased out the tangles in her hair expertly.

'You know how to do this?' asked Ginny with interest.

'I think so, I know the basics, I read it up in a book.' said Hermione honestly and Ginny rolled her eyes.

'I should've known.'

'Okay, so, one brush, I hope to spend my whole lifetime with Harry, just to love him more and more each day.' Hermione said softly pulling the brush through her wild hair slowly.

'Another brush, I hope to have my own family.'

'Finally, I hope to be with the man of my dreams until the day I die.'

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Next Day, on the Big Day

One of JP's many appartments, London

'JACQUES-PIERE LARROQUE! If you come anywhere near me with that bloody wand of yours, I will personally ensure you die a slow painful death!'

JP calmly lowered his wand, fingering the creamy birch wood, with a disgusted scowl on his face.

'Don't raise your voice like that, ma belle. It's unpleasant.' he scolded, shaking his head as he dared another step towards the bride-to-be.

'JP, I'm deadly serious...' Pansy warned, but she composed herself immediately and swirled round to face his wall-length mirror, she examined herself while keeping a close eye on her still-scowling friend.

She allowed her frowning face to smile.

The wedding dress was beautiful. It was exactly how she designed it, from the beaded diamonds on the collar to the silky woven butterflies and skylarks. The latter, which her friend was not happy about. It seemed JP, although a very concious fashion wildchild (or man in his case), was very pro for animal rights. He was chair for several campaigns for the beasts of the world; both muggle and wizarding. He would launch into lengthy lectures when the appropiate occasion arose for him to preach his passion. Something Pansy Parkinson-Soon-To-Be-Malfoy forgot about, she had forgotten how religious he was on this matter.

'It's a design, JP, it's not like I shot several skylarks and sewed them onto the silk!' she said quickly before he started his little speech, she spoke even more quickly when he gasped involuntarily and his nostrils flared when she said 'shot'. 'I'm not having you remove them, it's my wedding and my dress!'

'Pansy, I can't understand why you would want to parade around with animals on your dress, it's so unnatural. Please...ma belle, just the skylarks. You can keep the butterflies but please, please let me remove those skylarks. They remind me when Jasper died. He was a beautiful bird.' pleaded JP.

JP also had a passion for birds; especially exotic ones. He was currently single surprisingly as none of his previous boyfriends shared his passion for the winged beasts. Jasper was beautiful and JP had arranged an extravagant funeral for this one-

'JP, Jasper was a budgie.' Pansy said pointedly.

'Fine.' huffed JP and he immediately stopped his act and he glared nastily at the future . 'I can't believe I stooped that low to beg you.'

'You know your little weepy girly tantrums don't work on me.' she grinned. 'Now, do I look beautiful?'

'You look beautiful.' answered JP automatically and added. 'As always.'

'How long have I got left?' asked Pansy as she examined herself in the mirror again, flicking a stray hair at the front.

'Les femmes!' tutted JP and he swatted her hand away. 'You're ruining your hair. Monsieur Trave! Ici!'

She sighed as she sat gently in front of his vanity set, the hairstylist hurried forward and began to secure her hair again, fixing the front: it was an intricate style, her hair was partly braided and partly twisted into a beautiful crown on her head, matching diamond swirls were woven into the braids and to complete, she just needed a square of emerald silk to cover her face.

'Giselle! Come here and touch up her make up! Hurry! There's ten minutes until the bridal sedan arrives.' barked JP. He was beginning to feel excited too but also anxious for his friend.

'Please close your eyes, Pansy.'

Pansy obeyed, feeling a gentle flutter across her eyelids and when she was instructed to open them again, JP was kneeled in front of her.

'You do look beautiful, ma belle. I have bought you a present.' he said, and he showed her a pair of diamond earrings, they glistened in the sunlight streaming from his bedroom window. He helped her pierce them through her ear lobes. 'Complete. I'm sorry, Pansy. I have to go and oversee that your wedding runs smoothly. I will see you there.'

JP gave her a swift kiss on the hand so not to ruin her make-up and he squeezed her hand reassuringly before leaving promptly, throwing his neat blazer over his arm.

Several minutes later after his departure, Giselle announced that the bridal sedan had arrived and was ready to leave. The man named lifted the silk cloth over Pansy's head, her world suddenly became an opaque green, she stood up carefully and Giselle apparated with her to the front private gardens where her means of travel awaited.

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The Kitchen, the Burrow, London

'Mother.' stressed Fleur throatily dabbing at Mrs Weasley's face with a light piece of tissue but the tears continued to fall incessantly. 'Please do stop crying. You are ruining your make-up!'

'Mum, stop it.' agreed Ginny, pinning another long curl to the back of Hermione's head. 'You never cried this much on my wedding!'

'Oh shush you two, can't I be proud? Another one of my daughters is getting married!' cried the woman.

'Oh Molly...' blubbered Hermione.

'Mum! Look, this is why we told you to stop! Please don't start Hermione, no offence but crying really doesn't suit you. You'll ruin your make-up too!' said Ginny exasperated.

'Yes, Hermione, do try to control yourself.' scolded Mrs Granger lightly but she lifted her hand and brushed her daughter's smooth cheek. 'You look beautiful, darling.'

'I'm so nervous, mum.' confessed Hermione looking down at her hands, she wasn't so sure of herself today for some strange reason, she kept thinking something was going to go wrong.

'Everyone is on their big day. Isn't that so, Ginny?' smiled her mother and Ginny nodded furiously in the hand-held mirror Hermione was holding. 'I think your father's more nervous today than he was on our wedding day.'

Hermione laughed nervously, this was real, was Harry just as nervous? What was he doing at the moment?

'Has anyone spoken to Harry since yesterday afternoon?' she asked.

'I spoke to him this morning when Blaise came to collect the boys.' smiled Ginny, her heart panging for her two little boys; Adam and Nathan, both two, she missed them so much but she knew they were safe under their dad's supervision. 'Harry came with my husband, hoping to sneak in to see you. Unluckily I opened the door.'

The women all laughed but Hermione giggled for a different reason, Harry had flown secretly to the room she was staying in (Ginny's old bedroom). If he didn't come last night, she doubted she would be able to wait until the wedding to see him; she would have apparated or found some way to see him in George's appartment which was conviently close to their reception. The young couple had used a PortKey to get from Bangor to London early afternoon yesterday and they parted at George's place; Hermione to the Burrow and Harry stayed there. She reminisced about last night, Harry was insatiable than ever and after staying there for about an hour, he had left her wanting for more and she couldn't wait until tonight.

Eventually Hermione's hair was finished, Ginny was wonderful with hairstyling with a wand, she had twisted Hermione's golden hair back to the top of her hair and used her wand to define each long curl and it was all swept to her right shoulder then nestled on top of the waterfall of curls was same goblin-wrought tiara that Fleur and Ginny had worn on their wedding days.

'Dear me, is that the time?' said Mrs Weasley suddenly, she must have stopped crying to be able to peer at the clock.

'What time is it?' panicked Hermione. 'I'm not even in my dress!'

'It's fine, Hermione, you just need to slip it on, here's your heels, I'll leave them beside the cupboard.' soothed Ginny throwing a dark look at her mother.

'Dear, I better get going, make sure that over-enthusiastic wedding planner of yours has got everything right.' said Mrs Weasley. She wasn't a bit thrilled that they let some stranger organise their wedding and was determined to take some control to ensure everything was running smoothly.

'Can I leave with you, Molly?' asked Hermione's mother.

'Of course, dear, I was planning to.' smiled Mrs Weasley brightly taking the other woman's hand and patting it affectionately.

'Hermione, take a deep breath, you'll be amazing, everyone's eyes will be on you.' reassured her mother.

Hermione nodded and watched the two women leave the kitchen, Ginny was running around, tidying everything up quickly with a flick of her wand, the bride watched the mother of two touch up her own make up; Ginny looked stunning in her lavender gown.

'How do I look?' asked Ginny worriedly, catching Hermione look dazedly at her.

'Better than me.' assured Hermione. 'You look wonderful.'

'Pessimistic are we?' grinned Ginny and she leaned forward to brush a strand of hair behind Hermione's ear. ''Mione, you look amazing. Your mum's right, everyone won't be able take their eyes off you, Harry will definitely be drooling!'

'Thanks, Ginny.'

'Ginny!' called her sister-in-law, Fleur re-entered the kitchen from the porch. 'Blaise owled you!'

'Oh shoot.' cursed Ginny but she smiled widely as her blue eyes scanned the piece of parchment quickly.

'What is it? Is everything okay there?' demanded the nervous bride.

'No, it's fine, honey.' said Ginny quickly then she explained. 'It seems I'm the only one who can control my two rascals. Blaise told to me come down quickly. It seems like Adam thought it would be really funny to push Nathan into the small pond there.'

'Is Nathan okay?'

'Yes, his dad was close by, he fished him out just as quickly as he fell in. Now Blaise has two screaming toddlers in his care: Nathan is obviously crying from the shock and Adam...I don't know why he's crying, attention-seeking probably. I better bring him a new suit, somehow I anticipated this.' sighed Ginny then she looked apologetically at Hermione. 'I'm really sorry, Hermione, but I will make sure the sedan gets here, don't worry.'

Hermione could not appreciate her wonderful friend more, she was like the sister she never had. After Ginny confirmed the sedan was nearly here, she suggested that it was time for Hermione to get changed in her dress. Ginny left quickly after this, clutching a small bag of clothes in her right hand before she used the Floo connection to where everyone was waiting. Seconds after the green flames died down, they flared again and her brother Bill sweeped into the kitchen.

'You look gorgeous, Hermione.' the curse-breaker complimented as he hugged her brotherly. 'Is Fleur ready? Ron's outside, he said he would come in but he wants to see you at your best.'

'At my best?' inquired Hermione skeptically.

'I think he meant when you walk down to the altar, you will look stunning, not that you aren't right now.' said Bill but he lowered his voice. 'I think he actually wants to drive and show off his new car.'

It should be made known that Fleur Weasley was heavily pregnant with her second child; a boy, so she couldn't apparate or use the Floo. Secondly, Ron developed an unhealthy passion for muggle cars ever since he became a lot better off by playing for his all-time favourite Quidditch team. Hermione supposed Harry was really the blame, her husband-to-be was forever introducing his best mate muggle devices and was delighted when Ron was more than happy to learn to drive. They could hear Ron beeped the horn outside and Bill shook his head.

'Ginny sent your wedding planner to make sure you get into the sedan carefully. To be honest, I think it was mum's request to get rid of her, mum wants to reorganise some flowers.' he laughed.

Fleur appeared in the kitchen, her shimmering silver gown complimenting her light hair and dewy complexion. The beautiful glow that mothers-to-be emitted.

The doorbell rang and Bill announced that he would get it rather have his nearly bursting wife and the bride to stress. He muttered something about impatience and Hermione was pretty sure he was mumbling about Ron. However he returned with bright blue-eyed woman complete with long blonde hair that was worn in a sleek bun; their wedding planner.

'Miss Granger, you all ready to go?' beamed the lady.

'Yes, Leanne, can you help me finish up?' asked Hermione, lifting the matching green silk in her hand.

'We'll see you there then, Hermione.' said Bill and he assisted his wife slowly out of the kitchen.

'Are you nervous?' said Leanne softly, placing the silk over her head, she helped Hermione fixed her shoes before leading her out to follow the previous Weasley couple.

'A bit.' admitted Hermione, walking gently down the small steps.

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Tower Bridge, London

Pansy lifted her veil of silk and peered through the translucent window of the sedan. This bridal chariot was a fairy tale come true: outside was painted red, the roof was gold and each corner dangled a velvety tassel with real jade ornaments, strong poles connected to either side of the sedan allowed four well dressed young men to carry it. Pansy was a bit meeked, she fretted she would make the chariot too heavy to lift but the planner assured her, it would not be a problem at all. The interior of the sedan was even more impressive than the outside, a luxurious modern leather seat for the bride to sit upon (the olden times was just a wooden seat), the walls cladded in fine silk and even the floor of the sedan was plush maroon carpet. The sway of the chariot was soothing to her nerves. She could see that they were passing over the Tower Bridge in London, the beautiful sight on this bridge could not be expressed, she was delighted when Wonderful Wizard Weddings International said that they could arrange for the bridge to be briefly closed to the public for them. Them...Pansy learnt that there was another wedding just like hers occuring at the same time. She could see visibly next to her another similar sedan but she was not annoyed, in fact it was better, it distracted some attention from her own wedding which was what Draco and Pansy wanted. She covered her face again and closed her eyes, focussing on what was about to happen in about half an hour's time.

She was getting married to Draco.

Mrs Pansy Malfoy.

She smiled, the day was looking good so far.

Hermione was enthralled with the sight beyond her lightly covered window; she couldn't see much through the translucent material but the beauty of the River Thames was still visible. She smiled as she stole a glance to the sedan next to her, she was curious as to who was having her wedding on the same day as hers. Hermione unfolded the piece of paper she had in her hand and smoothed it out before reading it again for the umpteenth time.

To my stunning bride and soon-to-be wife,

Just half an hour until we'll be officially married!

Yours always,

Harry.

She folded it and tucked it into her bra (no pockets!) before reaching up to pull the veil back over her eyes.

Then, it was at that very moment, her action seemed to trigger a loud screeching noise.

Then, the sedan tipped over onto its side.

Then, Hermione heard a scream, but she wasn't sure it was her own.

Pansy cursed as she knocked her elbow into the wall of the sedan when it tipped over. She had screamed in fright, what was happening? She heard yells and then a rev of a car engine, she was about to crawl out of the chariot when the door was suddenly opened and a young man on his knees looking anxiously the raven beauty.

'Are you alright, Miss?'

'Yes, I'm fine, what happened?'

'Unexpected driver. Some man whose wife was pregnant with twins and she was in labour, he ignored the sign that the bridge was closed for an hour and he drove towards us, we didn't see each other coming. Are you hurt?'

'No, I'm fine.' assured Pansy.

They uprighted the sedan carefully before taking off again.

Hermione wouldn't stop shaking, even after one of the men lifting the sedan explained to her what had just happened, when they placed the sedan in position again and the door was safely shut, she removed Harry's little note from her lacy red bra, reading and re-reading his sweet message until her breathing evened. She even considered asking one of the men to send a owl ahead to tell Harry what had just happened but she decided firmly against it in the end; it was supposed to be a happy day, she wasn't hurt in any way so why upset and worry them all? She closed her eyes and rested against the leather upholstery, the swaying of the sedan seemed to maintain her composure.

oOo

Harry's and Hermione's Reception, London

Harry paced near the altar set up at the front of the room, his hands folded behind his back. Bill watched him wearily and Ginny calmed her two energetic twins before walking up to the nervous groom.

'Harry.' she said gently, placing her hand upon his upper arm.

'She should have been here twenty minutes ago.' said Harry seriously. 'What's happened? Do you think there was an accident? Maybe she had second doubts?'

'I strongly doubt that.' disagreed Ginny though she wasn't sure of the latter, Hermione was very nervous this morning but she loved Harry and she was very sure of her feelings for Harry. 'Harry, calm down, you're worrying the guests for nothing. My mum's already noticed Hermione's late, she's worrying enough for all of us. Hermione will be here soon, don't worry.'

It didn't help that Hermione's father strode towards them with a fierce look on his face.

'Harry, did you say something upsetting to Hermione this morning?' demanded her father.

'No, Richard-' began Harry.

'Richard!' scolded Hermione's mum who was immediately by the two men's side. 'Harry, dear, there's no need to explain yourself. Richard, Harry didn't even see her since yesterday afternoon.'

'That's not true.' admitted Harry sheepishly as the two parents turned towards him, frowning. 'I saw her for a while last night, we were just-'

'I don't even want to know!' interrupted Richard and he looked at Harry a little less harshly. 'Did you two have a fight?'

'No, we didn't.' answered Harry.

'The bride's here!' shouted their wedding planner, suddenly appearing at the door of the reception.

'See?' said Ginny, patting his arm.

Everyone quickly settled into their seats; the Weasleys along with Mrs Granger sitting at the front of course, then several close friends sat behind the family. Hermione's father, Richard, made his way to the door where he would escort his only daughter to the man of her dreams. Harry proceeded to the temporarily erected altar in front of the room. The walls were decked in simple gold furnishings with a embellished sign behind the altar, in elegant gold cursive: 'Harry Potter and Hermione Granger'. Harry swallowed nervously and he was suddenly very concious of his shaking hands, what was he to do with them? Fold them behind his back? No. Clasp them together? NO. The emerald-eyed man settled for them to be hanging by his side, though they fisted the sides of his trousers.

At that moment, Hermione stepped in, she looked tall he thought and he remembered she said she was going to wear heels. Her face was covered but he knew it was her, he was so distracted by the chinese gown she wore...so fitting and sexy; he could only imagine what lay underneath the soft silk.

Her father at her side looked proudly around him and he even looked a bit weepy and reluctant to let his daughter go when they reached the front. Harry reached over and placed his hand on the small of Hermione's back.

Hermione smiled when she felt his intimate touch at the small of her back, and then the minister began to speak.

'We are gathered here together for this young man and woman. This wedding is rather unusual and we will commence with the traditional chinese rituals.' the minister's voice boomed.

She felt herself being led away from Harry and she remembered Leanne telling them the series of rituals that proceeded.

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Draco's and Pansy's Reception, somewhere else in London

Draco was relieved when his father announced that his bride had arrived, he started pacing, a bad habit that his father usually scolded him for but today Lucius and Narcissa were too proud of their son to tell him off.

'Finally, it's rude to keep our guests waiting.' said Lucius.

'We're so proud of you, Draco.' said Narcissa, stroking his cheek before she and her husband went to settle in their seats.

Draco smirked lazily as his beautiful bride made her way down the altar with her father, he couldn't help noticing how the material clung to her hips and how she swayed them as she walked, suddenly the temperature soared up in the reception. Maybe this whole chinese wedding thing wasn't a bad idea after all. His mother had complimented them on a good choice of wedding; it was 'very modern' she said and Narcissa bought her own custom made elegant chinese robes to match the theme. Lucius on the other hand stuck to his customary black robes.

He eagerly took Pansy from her father and his arms rested possessively low on her back, his other hand clasped gently around her slim bare arm. He was so distracted with tonight's upcoming events (she had refused him sex for two days/nights) he scarely noticed the minister had begun to speak.

A cough interrupted his thoughts and he saw his mother glaring at him. Oh damn, he had forgotten about the rituals thing. First they had to turn towards the altar and bow down to the skies for blessing of their wedding.

oOo

At the same time at both receptions:

'Thank the blue heavenly skies for the blessing upon the bonding of these two young lovers.'

The couples bowed low to the altar.

'Thank the family and friends gathered here today who give them their blessings.'

They turned round and bowed to their guests.

'And finally thank each other, for you have found each other and may your love be eternal!'

They turned to face each other, this was it...they were forever bound, they bowed to each other.

'And so, I may now pronounce you husband and wife!'

Hermione

Hermione couldn't stop shaking as they turned round to the table beside the altar where they were to sign the documents that made their marriage official. Her head was still covered but she dipped her head forward and watched from the corner of her eye Harry's hand sign the thick paper elegantly. They were now married, it thrilled her to no end, tomorow they started a new life as husband and wife. Harry pushed the extravagantly feathered quill towards her and she picked it up with her shaking hand. Tears of happiness escaped her eyes, she never felt so overwhelmed, she dipped her head forwards even more, squeezing her eyes to rid the huge tears, it blurred her vision...she could only make out the straight line where she had to write her name. Hermione signed it shakily, she was so happy, she was finally Harry's and Harry's finally her's.

In hindsight later, she wondered why she couldn't see how wrong she was.

Pansy

Pansy smirked. About time that she and Draco were officially married, she had dreamed of being Mrs Draco Malfoy for ages, married to the one of the richest handsomest men in the world at the age of twenty-three! She looked ahead of her dreamily while Draco signed the official documents slowly; her head was still covered but it didn't matter, all she could see in front of her was her future. A successful career, maybe one child, and oh...tonight. She smiled mischievously, disappointed Draco couldn't see inside her mind right now. It wasn't easy to resist his advances for two days but she was glad she perservered, tonight was going to be...totally mind-blowing.

Draco pushed the papers and quill towards her, she lifted the quill swiftly and signed her name without hesitation.

Her dreams...her future...with Draco...all seemed to shatter at that very moment.

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Signatures upon the Official Documents

Pansy's Reception

I herby declare, the marriage of the signed names of the wizard and witch below, official:

Draco Abraxas Malfoy

Hermione Karen Granger

Hermione's Reception

I herby declare, the marriage of the signed names of the wizard and witch below, official:

Harry James Potter

Pansy Olivia Parkinson

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A/N This had to be the longest chapter I have EVER written in all my fanfiction years!

I thank you all, the response from the last chapter was immense! I know everyone was looking forward to this chapter and the pressure to write this ideal chapter for you was overwhelming! I hope it was up to your standards.

A few things I have to say is I'm sorry to those who live or have been to London, I'm sorry if any of my descriptions are wrong. As for the rituals they're pretty accurate so I'm not making that up. I know a few of you may be sceptic about the validity of this situation. I actually got this idea from a chinese soap. A girl was betrothed to a really handsome man and the evil stephmother's daughter was to be married to a ugly man, so the step mother switched the sedans around and what do you know? They married the wrong people! And the men actually slept with the women before they realised the mix-up!

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