CHAPTER 3

Sorry that I haven't updated in a while, I have been busy with my brother being ill.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.

"Oi, Harry, are you done yet? You need to be there soon!"

I turned around and there stood Ron, tall and lanky as ever, with floppy red hair. I was happy that he finally got over the fact that I went out with Malfoy. I don't think I would be able to imagine a life without him or Harry.

"Oh shit, Mione, help me!!"

And we go again. I think I need to give lessons to Harry about how to tie a tie.

"Harry, you should be so happy that Ron just came in, he just saved you from being killed by me, wedding or no wedding, I wouldn't care. Now, come here so I can sort you out."

"I love you!"

"Gee… Harry, I never knew that, what would Ivy say about that?" Ron just had to say that, I could just see that smile on his face, I don't think he was able to stop himself from laughing because a few seconds later there was a very long coughing fit.

"Hey, my wife-to-be would probably-"

"-scream at you and then make you sleep on that horrible couch of yours for the whole of your honeymoon?"

"Um…yeah."

"Now go, you are all done. Hurry up, you don't want to be late to your own wedding!"

KNOCK

"Hey, am I interrupting the lovely argument or should I just come in and pretend that nothing happened?"

"Hey Damon, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be outside with all the bridesmaids."

I looked at my fiancé, he stood at around about 5'8", about a few heads taller than me but I didn't mind. His black hair kept falling and covering his blue eyes. I swear that they were so blue that they looked like the sea; I could just drown in the forever-

"Mione, stop daydreaming. You are my bridesmaid. But pretty soon you are going to be more than that."

He put his arm around my waist, dropped my down and gave me kiss. It wasn't one of the best that he has given me, but it was perfect just then. I blushed and I couldn't stop. He saw me and began to chuckle. I hit him. HARD.

"Ow… that hurt." He gave me his puppy dog look. DAMN IT. No matter how hard I try, I have never been able to resist it.

"I'm sorry, now let's go and leave Harry to get ready by himself." I dragged him out by the arm and suddenly he turned me around and began dragging me.

"Damon, where are you taking me?"

"I have something to show you. Just follow me. Trust me, you'll be fine."

What was just a few minutes seemed like hours. All of those stairs, and for what exactly?

"Oh my god. Who on earth is it for?"

"It's my wedding gift for Harry and Ivy. I remember that Harry told me that he always wanted one when he was at the Dursleys so I thought why the hell not? Do you like it?"

We were up on the church altar and down below on the green was a tiny Alaskan Husky puppy playing in the churchyard that was now covered in snow thanks to Damon.

"Aww that's so sweet. I can't believe you remembered, even I forgot."

"I know, Hermione. Things that just been hectic for a while that I haven't had the time to ask you –"

DING DONG! DING DONG!

"Oh crap, we're going to be late. Come on Damon we need to go, otherwise I think that Harry may kill us both before that day has ended."

And back we went. My feet caned, but the ceremony was beautiful. Ivy looked breathless in her white dress. Harry and her deserved each other, I couldn't think of anyone better.

I looked around in the audience and saw Ginny and her 1-year old son on her husband's, Neville, lap. She was crying, so was I, a lot of people. The Boy-Who-Just-Could-Not-Be-Killed-By-Voldemort finally had someone to live with for the rest of his life.

Soon the party came to end and we were whisked away to the Potter Manor for a private celebration. The music was really loud and Damon and I were dancing in a corner of the room, when suddenly the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it Harry, you carry on partying. It's your day."

I turned around to Damon who was slouching in a chair with a butterbeer bottle in his hand. "Damon, will you come with me?"

"Why should I?" I could tell that he was drunk. He kept slurring his words so I decided to play on his ego.

"Well what if it is an evil man coming to kidnap me?"

"Well than I would feel sorrier for the evil man than you. You have a mean right hook."

ARRGH. Men. They are so infuriating.

I walked up to the door and peered outside the window. The weather was horrible – true December weather in England. It was chucking it down. I couldn't see anything so I opened the door to see how was outside. I saw no-one, so I called out.

"Hello? Who's there?"

A figure came out from the darkness and into the light. I gasped. There, standing right in front of me, covered in bruises and blood was the one person I never wanted to see in my entire life. Draco bloody-fucking-Malfoy had just waltzed back into my life.