I DO NOT own any of the following characters or settings it all belongs to the fabulous JK Rowling.
A/N: I am sorry for all the mistakes that I have been unable to catch. I don't currently have a beta reader and have tried to fix as many as I can.
Chapter 3
It had been ten days since Hermione had signed minerva's marriage proposal. They hadn't talked at all and neither was sure how to initiate any form of conversation. Minerva was beginning to regret this. She hadn't expected that hermione would accept her proposal she just put her name in for consideration. Now that she had been chosen she had no idea what to do. Her fiance was over twenty years her junior and deeply damaged from the war. That wasn't the only problem that Minerva foresaw, she didn't have any experience with dating someone of the same gender. She figured hermione must have some experience, the younger woman's generation was much more open to same sex relationships. Sitting in her office, she twirled a quill between her fingers, trying to work up the nerve to contact her fiance. Earlier that morning Minerva had received a letter from the ministry informing her that they had two weeks to have their ceremony. Giving a sigh, she finally gave in and put pen to paper. After inviting Hermione to lunch and the Leaky Cauldron, Minerva wrapped herself up in her favorite shawl and sipped her tea as she watched her small owl fly away. What if Hermione didn't want to live at Hogwarts? Minerva couldn't really live anywhere else, there were no other suitable options. They hadn't talked about anything involving their future and Minerva had a lot of questions. She returned to her desk and tried to at least pretend to work on paperwork already acknowledging that it was going to be a long day.
Hermione had been awoken by the sharp tapping of the small owl. Grumbling, she tumbled out of bed looking for the impatient bird. After feeding the bird a small amount of toast she placed the letter on the table. She needed to wake up a little more before trying to deal with the small envelope. She tugged her hair up into a bun and ran a quill through it to hold it in place. She slipped out of her fluffy pajamas and tugged on her favorite pair of jeans and jumper. After brushing her teeth, she gave herself a small smile. "I could almost pass for pretty," she whispered. If she were pretty it would certainly make this whole ordeal much easier. Trudging down the stairs she went straight to the kitchen. "Tea First…" Like most problems, this could be solved with tea. As the water boiled, she forced herself to address the letter. Prying off the wax seal, she was greeted with the violet lettering she had grown to admire. By the time she had finished reading the letter her tea was ready and she carried it to the office so she could write her reply. She agreed to lunch and had suggested they try to marry as soon as possible. She was returning to hogwarts in three days and she didn't want to deal with this situation and manage her classes. She hadn't told anyone that she was engaged and wasn't really expecting anyone to attend her wedding. Her parent were still in Australia and had adopted another child, a girl. Her friends had taken off and moved to many different places all over the globe. Enough was enough, she couldn't sit around moping all day. She pulled on her flats and grabbed her purse, she was determined to do something productive today. She arrived at Madam Malkin's and began flipping through the catalog of dresses. No matter what type of wedding they had she would require a dress. She wanted something simple and elegant. She couldn't picture herself in a large dress with bows and ruffles and she definitely didn't wanted anything accompanied by a tiara.
"Who's the lucky man?" Hermione whipped around at the sound of the friendly voice. Hermione launched herself at the unexpecting ginger.
"Ginny Weasley! Why didn't you tell me you were in town?"
"Why didn't you tell me you were getting married? I found out about it when your intended had invited me to the wedding."
"I wasn't really expecting to invite anyone. It was so short notice and I wasn't sure how the other members of the order would feel about it." Hermione replied shyly. She was excited to see her best friend but was still waiting for her to comment on the identity of her intended. "She started to tear up, this wasn't happening at all like she had planned. She expected to be in love, to have a wedding with all her friends present, for her father to walk her down the isle. She had abandoned those dreams and had decided to settle for a small ceremony and pray that she would be taken care of.
"Hey it's okay, You are going to be okay I promise. Minerva asked me to be your maid of honor and I believe she may have invited a few more people. Lets find you a fabulous dress and then I believe you have a lunch date to ge to." Hermione gave a small smile and hugged Ginny. She was so relieved that she would have someone else there. She tried on hundreds of dresses but none of them really suited her, they were too revealing, too big, pink. She left the store empty handed. She felt hopeless this was the one thing she had control over and could keep from her childhood ideals of marriage. Ginny walked her to the small pub gave her a quick peck on the cheek and diapperated. Once again hermione felt completely alone as she approached the door. She looked around in search of the green robes and tight bun she had become accustomed to but her mouth dropped when she saw Minerva waiting at a table for her. Maybe this won't be so bad she thought.