Clearing up the Confusion:

If you were NOT confused about the mix-up in the last chapter please read on after the title of the story.

I know several of you were a bit confused about the bride swap in the last chapter. I tried to explain through replies to your reviews but I will make a few pointers anyways.

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1. How did the brides get mixed up?

Ans: Remember the man with the pregnant wife drove crazily onto the Tower Bridge? Imagine two bridal sedans (hoped you checked out the picture in my profile page) close together and they collided and fell to their sides. Imagine the men supporting the sedans sprang away from the fast moving car bounding towards them and their confusion as to which sedan was theirs. Their wedding planners did not walk with their sedans and the men didn't see the bride's faces so when they checked if Hermione and Pansy were okay, they didn't know that it was the wrong bride.

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2. How did the brides not notice that their reception was different? And how didn't they notice their respective groom and father weren't there?

Ans: It was described subtly but the cloths of silk that they covered their heads with are opaque, so opaque you can't see through them, imagine you placed a green cloth over your head you would only see green. I know it seems all-too-convenient for this story but this opaque cloth is a purely factual, chinese brides did wear these. That's why they need assistance because they can't see. I understand I may have confused you by using the word 'veil'. Also Harry mentioned that he noticed Hermione looked tall but remember he said she was going to wear heels, for Pansy you can safely assume that she was going to wear kitten-heels or something. I base their lack of judgement on the overwhelmness of their wedding day. If you think about it, you can get so worked up not to notice.

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THINGS HERMIONE MIGHT HAVE NOTICED IF SHE WAS PAYING ATTENTION:

A) Harry signing the documents elegantly and that his hand was pale. Also the extravagantly feathered quill? Sounds like Harry? Nope.

B) If she wasn't so overwhelmed with happiness, she might not have started to cry and we all know how hard to it to see when your eyes are full of tears, I know Hermione is smart but it wouldn't have occured to her that she might be marrying the wrong man.

THINGS PANSY MIGHT HAVE NOTICED IF SHE WAS PAYING ATTENTION:

A) Draco's hand wasn't his usual pale, slightly tanned actually.

B) She was so caught in dreaming about Mrs Malfoy and so distracted about consummating their marriage that night. Again, it would have never occured to her that she was not marrying Draco so she signed the papers eagerly.

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3. Why did you write about what Draco and Harry did when it clearly wasn't them?

Ans: It was more from the bride's point of view. But mainly to confuse you (which I suceeded: I don't know if it was good confusion or bad confusion) and to create an atmosphere of impending horror!

Hope this helped!

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*The Wrong Lifetime with the Wrong Man*

By yummydreams

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Chapitre Quatre - Il a voulu me tuer!

Malfoy-Parkinson Reception, London

Hermione Granger wished her eyes would water again so she could wipe them free of tears again. No...she wished she had never let Ginny drag her out of bed this morning by tempting her with her favourite blueberry pancakes.

No, no! She wished the bridal sedan went missing somehow and never came to the Burrow so she could reluctantly (at the time) use the Floo or trust Ron's crazy driving skills just this one time to get her to her wedding.

No, no, NO! She wished her sedan got ran over by the crazy man on the bridge and she was killed accidentally to save her from this horror!

She stared down at the thick paper of the documents lying innocently in front of her, her green silk veil covered half the page.

Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy.

Hermione Malfoy.

She squeezed her eyes shut and re-opened them and tried a few deep breaths. It's fine, Hermione reassured herself as she re-assessed her current situation, this has bound to have happened before, we'll get divorced. No big deal. Just stay calm.

Hermione lifted her covered head as high as she could. Damn, she could barely see around her and she instantly regretted not doing her wedding the traditional way, her eyes darted around a world of green silk, frantically calculating an escape route that would leave her in one piece and undetected from the Malfoys and Parkinsons gathered there.

So how does one leave the wrong wedding unnoticed?

Just when Hermione finished plotting her grand and magnificant escape (she was going to grab the documents and make a run for it, play the runaway bride and apparate home and burn the blasted documents then find Harry...hopefully unmarried then and then discuss their sticky predicament), the minister had cleverly decided to announce those words every bride had looked forward to hear.

Oh sorry, except Hermione Malfoy who did not want to hear!

'You may kiss the bride, Draco!'

The blonde man smirked as if finally receiving his prize, he put one large hand on her upper arm noticing the goosebumps on the usually smooth skin...she was actually shivering. His long fingers curled around the front edge of the silk veil covering his bride's face. Hermione tensed in horror, Draco's thumb ran soothing circles on the skin of her arm in attempt to calm her furiously beating heart. As the silk drew up higher and higher slowly, she started to count feverishly the buttons that began to appear on the front of his tuxedo, his matching emerald tie also began to appear on his broad chest and finally Draco swiftly drew off her cover.

Hermione swore she stopped breathing during these few seconds of pure torture. She hadn't seen Draco in a while, the last time must have been when she and Harry went to Diagon Alley to cram in their last minute Christmas shopping, the pureblood wizard had been waiting patiently outside the robe shop for Pansy who was just his girlfriend then. Hermione couldn't ever remember being this close up to him, but she always imagined that the day they stood close together he would have looked his usual; a fierce sneer that screamed 'MUDBLOOD' and his arms would be folded across his chest with his hands tucked neatly out of sight to avoid touching her germs. He would also use his impressive height to tower over her petite body; to intimidate and to threaten her.

But he looked nothing like that. He was standing less than an arm's length away, his hand still on her upper arm, his thumb stopped tracing her skin. His grey eyes were wide with shock and his lips turned thin and threatened to disappear completely. Suddenly his expression change, his eyes narrowed to pools of darkness like a storm brewing and his lips twisted into his famous sneer, his hand that was massaging her before dropped quickly to his side as if she was scalding hot and his other hand crushed the square of green material tightly in his fist.

It was only then when the ladies of his family and could-have-been future family gasped, Hermione only remembered how to breathe.

'Surprise.' she said weakly. However her new husband was not in the mood for jokes.

'What is the mudblood doing at the wedding?' yelled someone in the audience. It seemed like the spotlight rested on just the two of them; the circle leaned more towards Hermione, the rest of the people in the reception were just in the darkness surrounding them.

Trapping her. Hermione shivered, wishing her hair wasn't pulled from her face so she could at least protect herself by hiding in a curtain of her hair, she opted for wrapping her arms around herself defensively. It was chaos, the Malfoys began shouting and the Parkinsons started to growl lowly at her and they only fell silent when Draco held his hand up.

He took one step towards her and she took one step back. He proceeded forward with another menacing step and she tried to move back again but the small of her back hit the table they were standing beside.

'Granger.' he said, a deep snarl rising from the back of his throat. 'Why are you here?'

Hermione let out a small squeak, her body rigid and her form aching from bending backwards over the table, as far away as she could get from him.

'Please explain why you have decided to gatecrash my wedding.' Draco said calmly but there was a hint of suppressed anger in his voice. Also the purplish veins on the back of his clenched fists stood out and pulsed.

'Maybe she wanted to be the next Malfoy bride!' said someone nastily, the man was laughing and others joined his cruel laughter but Draco seemed to take him seriously, there was a flash of concern in his grey eyes for a millisecond, for Pansy probably.

'What have you done with Pansy!' demanded Draco angrily, unfolding his arms and gripping her shoulders tightly.

Suddenly the fear that had been coursing through Hermione's veins erupted into boiling anger, she fought off his grip and slapped his face; he flinched and loosed his hands, her smack resounded in the reception.

'How dare-'

'Get real, Malfoy. I didn't do anything to her, I have better things to do than to kidnap your bride! I have better things to wish for than to desire to be your bride!' she seethed, waving her fists in the air, a few curls fell out of its hold and one strand fell into her raging mouth. She spat it back out.

'Then why are you here? In a chinese dress the same colour as Pansy's? Please explain to my family and I because this whole situation is pointing out that you are an imposter.' said Draco triumphantly, folding his arms in front of him again.

'I was getting married today. They must have mixed up the sedans at the accident on the bridge-' she said coldly returning back his defiant glare then she froze suddenly, her hands clutching her face. 'Oh no!'

'What is it?' demanded Lucius sarcastically, breaking into their spotlight.

'Oh fuck.' swore Draco as it dawned onto him too, he grabbed onto Hermione's wrist. 'Please tell me you were not getting married to Scarhead Potter?'

'Harry.' whispered Hermione, her voice was thick and she swallowed hard; she will not cry, especially in front of her current audience.

Draco groaned into his hands but he had expected the worst, over the years his hatred for the Boy Wonder had dissolved to mutual dislike now that Draco was much more mature than when he was at Hogwarts. Frankly, he just cringed at the thought of Potter having his hands over his woman.

'The ceremony might just have started, we could stop it!' said Hermione, sounding a lot more hopeful.

'Ten points for the Gryffindor princess!' snapped the blonde groom. 'You know where to go?'

'Malfoy, it's my wedding, you idiot! Of course I do.' she retorted rolling her eyes skywards. 'Hold me!'

'Hold you? I think not, Granger!'

'Draco, this is no time for arguments!' scolded Narcissa, her emerald painted nails clutched her oriental robes worriedly.

Hermione inclined her head towards his mother in thanks but Lucius stepped in front of Narcissa and scowled at Hermione in disgust. Draco's pale hand found its way onto her forearm and gripped it firmly.

'Ready?' she asked and without waiting for his reply, she spun them around on the spot.

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Potter-Granger Reception, London

Pansy set down the quill after signing, a round of excited cheers and claps filled the room thickly. She saw a pair of hands reach for the signed documents and she assumed them to be the minister's. She heard the papers rustle and then a few minutes later something snapped shut with a click. Pansy tapped her foot impatiently, the minister was taking so long to announce the kiss.

'And finally, you may kiss the bride!'

Pansy stayed rooted to the spot, finally the kiss! This one kiss would seal hers and Draco's futures together.

Harry and Hermione had discussed 'The Kiss'. Hermione being the one who needed finer details questioned how would they share this kiss that unified them? A peck? A steamy hot kiss? Harry assured her he would surprise her on the day. He opted for something romantic.

Now he was standing in front of his bride, his hands no longer shook and he had to swallow down the excitement that nearly choked him, he couldn't wait to see the beautiful face of his wife underneath the silk, her face was slightly bobbing tilting up to meet his kiss. Harry stepped towards her and drew her in close with one hand low on her back. Pansy drew in deep breath and closed her eyes eagerly, she could smell his cologne which was different today, she decided she would tell him later she liked the change. He took the bottom of the silk with his other hand and lifted it upwards, their faces were so close now, a breath away and as soon as her mouth appeared, a sweet thing framed with red lips, he pressed his mouth hard on hers with his green eyes closed. She obliged willingly, his jaw was freshly shaved and smooth against hers and when she parted her lips, his tongue reached out and caressed hers tenderly. Pansy felt the hand on her back trail up along her spine and she shivered in delight when its long fingers cradled the back of her head, she relished the feel of the silk pulled off her face finally. The cheers suddenly broke into loud gasps, Pansy smiled.

Hermione and Draco apparated to the outside of her reception. Her wedding planner, Leanne was leaning against the doorframe dabbing at her eyes with a hankerchief, it seemed she was overwhelmed by the wedding. The men who carried the bridal sedan stood beside her and they looked uncomfortable.

'Isn't it a beautiful wedding?' they heard Leanne say.

'It would have been if it was the right groom and right bride!' said Draco angrily.

The blonde woman looked up, looking slightly offended at the handsome man in front of her. He was not alone. When her blue eyes drifted across to a pair of beautiful brown eyes on a all-too-familiar face, Leanne shrieked.

'Hermione?' she asked in disbelief as if she was a ghost, she stared at her and then her eyes darted to inside the reception, she looked flabbergasted when she saw Harry and Pansy kissing at the altar.

Both Hermione and Draco ignored her and they ran into the room.

'Harry!' screamed Hermione.

'Potter!' growled Draco.

Harry let his lips form a small smile as he pulled back slightly, grinning through half-closed eyes. He heard his named screamed, it sounded like Hermione but it couldn't be because she was standing in front of him and the scream sounded distant. He also heard his surname...that voice sounded like...

Pansy started to open in eyes, she just heard Draco yell Potter? As in Harry Potter? What was Harry Potter doing here?

The Weasleys and Grangers watched dumbfounded, confusion etched into their horrified expressions, as Hermione and Draco sprinted down the aisle. It was a sight. Hermione who lagged about two metres behind her new husband, hitching her dress as far as she could to run but she hobbled along in vain. Draco's powerful long legs blurred into black as he darted towards the couple in front, his curled fists in the air.

Of course, Draco reached the kissing couple first. Before either could open their eyes fully, Draco knocked Harry to the ground and screams filled the air. The blonde man scrambled to his feet, reaching for Pansy was his first concern, beating Harry into unrecognisible pulp was his second.

'Baby...' murmured Draco, pulling Pansy towards him with her face pressed to his broad chest. She listened to his frantically beating heart, dazed and felt him stroke her head reassuringly. 'Are you okay?'

Pansy struggled for breath and he let her go slightly but still held her protectively in his arms.

'Draco! What's wrong? That was a such a hot-' she smiled as she peered over his shoulder to see how her family had reacted to their romantic kiss but when she saw a sea of red-heads, she looked at Draco. 'You invited the Weasleys?!'

'Babe...' Draco tried to explain.

'What hit me?' groaned a voice.

Pansy pushed Draco away and stared at the man sprawled on the floor in shock. A handsome man in a black tuxedo, his green eyes opened groggily and blinked a few times before meeting hers, his dark hair messy and a familiar scar on his forehead in a shape of a lightning bolt.

'Potter?' she whispered.

A blur of white darted pass her, it was a woman with brown curls pinned to the back of her head, she was wearing a green chinese dress similar to hers. Just when Pansy thought her jaw couldn't strectch anymore, it dropped even more when she realised it was the book-worm and house elf lover, Hermione Granger.

Hermione flung herself onto Harry's chest, finally letting her body shake in body-wracking sobs. She clung to Harry's chest still even when the emerald-eyed man sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist.

''Mione...what's wrong?' he whispered, his eyes narrowed when they settled on Draco and Pansy standing together, he remembered that their names weren't on the guest list.

'I'm married to Malfoy!' cried Hermione, burying her face in the hollow of his neck, she always did that when she was upset.

'Haha.' laughed Harry weakly but when he looked around him, no one else was not sharing his amusement.

She drew back from him, her hands still clasped around his neck and she looked pointedly at him.

'I'm wasn't making a joke, Harry.' she said.

'You're married to Hermione Granger?!' shrieked Pansy then as she whipped round to glare accusingly at Draco with her finger pointed at him.

'It's not what you think, Pansy.' Draco said quickly.

'HERMIONE GRANGER? I knew you were a charmer but bigamy? You were going to marry us both and you thought you were going to get away with it?!' screamed Pansy, her beautiful face screwed up in anger. Something seemed to click in her mind and she backed away from him in fear. 'You paid someone to run me over on Tower bridge so it gave you enough time to marry Granger didn't you!'

'Oh come on, Pansy.' said Draco impatiently, he tried to reach for her but she continued to retreat as if he had ten heads. 'You aren't seriously thinking that I would want to marry the mudblood?'

Pansy screamed again but this time it was because Harry had jumped onto his feet delivering a punch in the blonde man's lower abdomen, a crack resounded while Draco stumbled back clutching his left side in agony. His grey eyes started to burn with cold fire and he launched himself forward to his attacker, his fist connected to Harry's jaw.

'Stop, stop!' shrieked Pansy, trying to stop the wrestling men but she stepped back when Draco dodged another punch Harry threw at him and he nearly crashed into the raven haired woman.

'Harry, please listen!'

'Hermione, the ferret called you...' seethed Harry as he managed to grab Draco in a headlock, the other man started to twist frantically but it was all in vain, he was not as strong as Harry who trained every day as an Auror.

'There's a misunderstanding.' said Hermione calmly and she looked at Draco's face, he started to turn slightly purple and Harry flexed his arm absent-mindedly while he focussed on what she was saying. 'Harry, let go of him, he can't breathe.'

When he let go of him, Draco collapsed to his knees, furiously massaging his throat and Pansy threw herself on the ground to kneel beside him.

'What is going on!' she demanded. She first looked at Harry then Hermione standing beside him and finally to Draco.

'There...there...' panted Draco breathlessly.

'There was a mix up.' announced Hermione, everyone in the room was focussed on her now. 'On the Tower Bridge, we married the wrong people.'

As Hermione recounted the story quickly, Harry beside her paled by the minute and he had to support himself on the chair.

'You mean I'm married to Parkinson?' demanded Harry in disbelief and he looked at Pansy who was glaring him as if he tried to perv on her. 'Parkinson?'

'Believe me, Potter, the feeling's mutual.' she retorted then she began to wail, her face in her hands. 'How could this have happened?'

Then she suddenly stood up and made way towards the minister with determination in her strides.

'Give me the papers.' hissed Pansy to the cowering balding man with her hand held out, palm up. The other three watched her helplessly as the dark-haired woman snatched the offered papers and scrutinised them quickly and carefully, she moaned when she saw Harry's name and not Draco's then she proceeded to rip them in half but the papers resisted tearing.

'Fuck!' swore Pansy, she pulled her dress up but it was too fitted, clinging to her like second skin so everyone gaped at her as she ripped the already-made side slits higher up her hips, Draco stared at the leg cladded in tan suspensors and a tan garter/holster holding her wand; evidently aroused by the sight.

'Better.' breathed Pansy, satisfied. 'Incendio!'

A tongue of red fire erupted from her wand as she tried to set the papers on fire, but the crimson flames merely licked and caressed the edges of the page, apparently no effect on the documents.

Desperately, she grabbed the quill lying on the table and first, she used her wand to erase the names but the ink did not budge then she resorted to scribbling out the names with the quill but the dark ink dripped off the papers as if they were waterproof.

'You can't destroy or deface them. It's no use.' said the minister timidly.

Pansy leaned against the edge of the table, her shoulders slumped in defeat.

'I can't stay married to him!' moaned Hermione, her finger jabbing at the Draco.

'And I definitely can't stay married to her.' spat Draco, glaring at his new wife.

'I don't want to be Boy Wonder's wife!' wailed Pansy, shaking.

'This is the best news of the century!' laughed the Weasley twins in unison.

'Minister, what can we do?' asked Harry wisely, clearly not going to join the others into moaning.

'Mr Potter, you know very well that in Wizarding World if the couple is to divorce, their marriage has to go through a series of criteria to analyse every aspect because the bonding of a wizard and witch is very sacred and not to be broken lightly. In other words, it is very hard to get a divorce in this world.' explained the man.

'You mean-' asked Hermione flabbergasted.

'But...' interrupted the minister. 'Wizarding divorces have been granted before. In fact, most couples who want to file for divorce eventually end up staying together.'

'Why?' asked Pansy skeptically.

'Because usually...regardless of whether the divorce is filed successfully or unsuccessfully...' began the minister, 'the procedures and time to analyse it usually takes at least one year. The couple unfortunately have to live together during this entire period and have to be faithful to their partner also. This usually forces couples to stay together and many end up refusing to divorce because of the length of time. After one year, they don't even know if it's successful or not.'

'One year...' echoed Hermione.

'Well I'm not staying with the mudblood in my house for a year!' sneered Draco loudly.

Draco doubled over again, the other side of his ribs cracked this time and slight whoosh resulted.

But this time, it was Ron Weasley who delivered the punch.

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St Mungos, London

When Draco opened his eyes, he noticed he was in a white room. Four walls, a window and a small red loveseat. As his grey eyes blearily adjusted to the bright light from overhead, he realised he was still in his wedding attire, though his jacket and white shirt were unbuttoned and his abdomen was wrapped tightly in layers of stiff bandage, he caught his reflection on the silver-coloured vase on the small table beside him. His face was distorted in the curvature of the ornament but he could see clearly how awful he looked. His blonde hair was unkempt and stuck to his forehead, he felt around his face with his cold fingers wincing as he moved and he found the skin to be slightly sticky with sweat. His lips were almost as pale as his skin. Finally, Draco re-assessed his surroundings one more time. This time, noticing the freshly washed curtain undrawn beside his -bed and a clip board beside the headboard with his patient number and his name.

He was in the hospital.

St Mungos.

His ears pricked when he heard a clatter of heels grow louder and louder then they abruptly stopped before the door to his room swung open effortlessly and in walked Hermione. She had removed the spells holding her hair up and the pins securing the curls so her hair draped around her shoulders in messy waves. Her eyes were red from crying and although he could tell she tried to clean herself up, there was still a slight smear of her eye-makeup, she had taken off her lip-stick too but it didn't matter because she chewed on her bottom lip in worry so much in the past couple of hours, it was swollen and deep red. Hermione was still wearing Cho's wedding dress with a black blazer around her; Harry's.

'You're awake.' she noted. He rolled his eyes and she stepped carefully towards him, her shaking hands cradling a half-full polysterene cup of lukewarm pumpkin juice.

'Well done.' he praised her sarcastically. 'Where's Pansy? Are my parents here?'

'Pansy is outside with your parents, she wasn't allowed in because she wasn't family...' trailed off Hermione, she looked pained to be here but she continued bravely. 'Your parents were in here half an hour ago, they decided to wait outside because you were still sleeping.'

'What happened? I just remember that big Weasley oaf lunging at me.' scowled Draco, his fingers touched his bandaged stomach gingerly.

'Oh.' she said, he noted her swollen lips formed an uneven 'O'. 'He shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry, sometimes Ron's temper gets the better of him. He punched you, harder than Harry did, your ribs cracked and punctured your lungs. The Healer gave you some Dreamless Draught, you took it while you were awake...well your eyes were open, I thought you were awake. Actually thinking about it now, you were muttering incohertly.'

'What did have you been doing? Have you been here the entire time?' mocked Draco.

Hermione looked annoyed and she drew Harry's blazer around her more tightly. 'No, Malfoy, I hate to burst your bubble but I was at the Ministry with Harry to see if they could do anything to help our current predicament.'

'And?' asked Draco a little too eagerly.

She sighed and Draco slumped his shoulder immediately; it was bad news, he knew it.

'The same as everyone else, we have to wait.' she said sadly.

'Didn't Scarhead use his bloody famous scar and try to win his way?'

'His name's Harry. Harry's not like that, he doesn't parade around just because he's Harry Potter, he hates that.'

'Well did he?'

Hermione shifted on her feet, 'This time, he did.'

'Ha...Harry's not like that, he doesn't parade around just because he's...ow!' he imitated her voice. Hermione punched him lightly in the arm, her face not sympathetic at all when he winced.

'At least he tried! It's not like you would have been more helpful, Malfoy!'

'I bet I could have been.'

'What? Pay your way through?'

'Exactly.'

Her auburn eyes narrowed and she folded her arms across her chest. 'I really don't like you, I thought we could be more civilised now that we're adults. I don't know how I'm going stand you for one whole year!'

Draco frowned he forgot about that, his head was still hazy from the Drought he took.

'Simple, the Manor's massive, you can stay at one end and I'll stay at the other end.' shrugged Draco. 'Get on with our own lives until the divorce files through.'

'I am not staying at the Manor!' retorted Hermione angrily. 'And...the divorce might not be successful!'

'It better be bloody successful!' roared Draco, he sneered at her. 'I don't want to spend my entire with a Mudblood!'

Hermione took a one look at him, feeling his hatred for her radiate off him in waves, she burst into tears and fled from his room.

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Narcissa Malfoy and Pansy Now-Potter jumped when Hermione burst out of Draco's room in angry tears, even Lucius Malfoy seemed to flinch.

'Oh dear.' said Narcissa, shaking her head.

'Come on, Narcissa, I think Draco's awake now. The Healer said I could go in after two hours. Let's go.' murmured Pansy, her face was streaked with dry tears.

'Mother. Father...Pansy.'

Draco looked wearily at Pansy, he took in her trembling lips and he tried to tell her with his eyes that he was sorry, he had failed her.

'I'm so sorry, Pansy, Granger just told me-'

'I can wait a year.' Pansy said fiercely.

'That is if it is successful.' said Draco but he seemed to be a bit more relieved. He reached out for Pansy's hand but Lucius objected.

'Lucius!' scolded Narcissa, knowing immediately why her husband had decided to intervene.

'Narcissa, they're married, if a reporter catches them-' frowned Lucius.

'Now isn't the time to talk about the Malfoy reputation!' she hissed.

'Not the Malfoy reputation, dear.' sighed Lucius. 'Their reputation. Draco's reputation and especially Pansy's. She works in a world of gossip and as an elite fashionista she can't have rumours flying around her. They worked so hard for this.'

'Lucius is right, Narcissa.' agreed Pansy, she dropped her hand but stayed close to Draco. 'The minister at Potter's reception said that we had to be faithful to our partners. Nothing can go wrong now! Otherwise we might not be able to get a divorce!'

'I suppose you're right. What a mess!' said Narcissa.

'Why did the Granger girl flee this room in tears, Draco?' inquired Lucius.

'I...' muttered Draco, his body heating up again as he suddenly thought about how much he loathed Hermione.

'You didn't!' gasp Pansy, narrowing her eyes in shock. She was ashamed of him. 'Draco, that's very serious! Like your father said, we worked hard to get the wizarding community to respect and to not fear us! You can't verbally abuse her!'

'Son, please tell me you did not-' sighed his father.

'I called her a Mudblood okay? What's wrong? I don't understand, she will always be inferior to us!'

'But times have changed, Draco.' said Lucius. 'The final Battle changed roles, we seek for their respect, don't make this harder. I've learned to change my prejudiced views and it's time you let go of yours.'

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Canteen in St Mungos, London

Harry pushed the blueberry muffin across the small table towards Hermione.

'Eat, Hermione, you look like you're going to faint.'

'No.' mumbled Hermione, breaking into fresh tears again, her body shook.

'It's your favourite, please eat, you don't know how much it hurts me to see you like this.' he pleaded.

She reluctantly held out her hand for it, he eagerly unwrapped the cover for her and tore off a small chunk, placing it in her palm.

'Eat.' he encouraged.

Hermione put it in her mouth obediently, chewing it slowly, it was so dry and when she finally looked up into Harry's kind and loving sweet face, she knocked the crumbling muffin out of his hands and threw herself onto him, clutching him desperately.

'This isn't real! This isn't happening! Harry, please take me home, I don't want to spend this one year with Malfoy, I want you, Harry! Please!' she wailed.

Harry stroked her back before letting her go firmly, it pained him to do so but people around them were watching them in curiosity. He glared at them before touching her cheek.

'One year isn't that long, Hermione. You'll wait for me won't you?' he asked softly.

'Yes.' she said ferverishly, closing her eyes and she pressed her cheek to his warm large hand desperately. She opened her auburn eyes and they sparkled with tears and determination. 'Yes...I'll wait however long it takes to spend my lifetime with the right man!'

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(Title: Il a voulu me tuer! = He wanted to kill me!)

A/N Hopefully that cleared things up!

I have a problem with typing, every time I write something like St Mungos, when I put a dot after 'St', the word St Mungos disappears completely when I save the document on FFnet! Also with names like Mr (dot) Malfoy. Why?!

The response is immense and I hope you'll stay with me! I'm going to try to update like crazy because I'm away this saturday for one week then five days later when I get back I'm away for my holiday for THREE weeks! But I'll make sure I'll leave you satisfied...for a while!

PLEASE CHECK OUT MY FAIRLY NEW STORY CALLED THE WINGED OMEN for more Hermione/Draco action! I promise you, it's got a good plot!

Also I want to ask you how you want this story to go. Right now, it's manageable with Harry/Pansy and Draco/Hermione in the same chapter...should I have alternate chapters for each couple?

Next Chapter:

The Malfoys aren't really loving Hermione. But for some strange reason, Hermione can't stop throwing up?! Oh no!

Pansy is determined to change Harry's home, his style and his friends. After all, she is Pansy Parkinson.

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