Disclaimer: All characters of this story do not belong to me. All credit goes to the queen herself, JK Rowling.

Warnings: This is a Dramione fanfic. With Romione as well. Please don't hate me if you support/hate one or the other.

CHAPTER FIVE: Newlyweds

Draco walked down the alley, in the opposite direction of the church. Nightfall was settling in as the muggle homes around him were dimly lit by the rising moon.

He repeated the words of Ron Weasley over and over again in his head. "But most of all, you stay away from Hermione!"

Draco had never gone out of his way to make friends with Ron as he had with Harry. He felt guilty for all those time he had poked fun at him and his family while they were at school together. He regretted those moments because, maybe, just maybe, if he hadn't done them, he wouldn't be feeling so horrible right now.

Reaching the end of a road, he looked both ways to make sure no one was watching him. After deciding the coast was clear, his body turned on the spot, pulling him into nothingness.

He apparated just outside his home, a dark, dreary manor. He walked up the stone steps and pushed open the front door. He was greeted by Groken, his house elf.

"Welcome home, Master Draco," Groken bowed, his voice cracking. "How was the wedding of The Lovely Miss Granger?"

"Splendid," Draco lied. He shrugged off his coat and threw it carelessly onto an empty armchair.

"Would Master Draco like something to eat awhile? Groken has baked a delicious pot pie. A recipe he learned whilst working at Hogwarts, Master Draco's alma mater."

"Not now, Groken." Draco said, looking around. "Where's Astoria?"

Groken had a worried look on his face. He spoke slowly and carefully. "She is still out at the ministry."

"She never stays this late on a Saturday night. Are you sure?" Draco asked, somewhat suspicious. He watched as Groken's eyes turned glassy. "Are you lying to me?"

Groken hesitated before speaking. "Mistress Astoria ordered Groken not to tell Master Draco where she was going."

Draco looked at his house elf in concern. Where would his wife be and why would she be hiding it from him? He fell into a couch in his leaving room and nervously twisted the wedding band on his left hand.

Harry sat next to Ginny, sipping at a glass of butterbeer and avoiding his wife's questioning stares. Instead, he focused his attention on Bill and Fleur Weasley, who sat across from him at the round table.

"How's Victoire?" Harry asked nervously, his hands fidgeting.

"Ah, she eez doing very well!" Fleur exclaimed in her thick French accent. "She 'as a leetle crush on that Teddy Lupin, I'm sure you all know. She 'as told us many great things about him!"

Bill nodded as Harry laughed. He saw the young toddler, Teddy on the dancefloor, his hair a brilliant light blue, sharing a childish dance with Victoire Weasley, whose light blonde hair resembled that of her mother's. He couldn't believe how big his godson was; he had grown so much in just the blink of an eye.

"He's just like his father, that Teddy," Bill said. "And you too, Harry. When I look at him, it feels like I'm looking at you. Not that he looks like you or anything," Bill anxiously laughed. "I mean that he reminds me so much of you"

Harry laughed. When Remus and Tonks Lupin made him the godfather of their only child, he vowed to be as great of a godfather to Teddy as Sirius had been to him. Then when they died, he made sure that he was just like a father figure to Teddy.

"Harry was just telling me about that scene outside with Draco Malfoy," Ginny interrupted, sprouting a new subject. The look in her eyes was challenging.

"Oh yes, 'Arry," Fleur said, and interested expression drawn across her face. "What was that Malfoy doing 'ere? Was 'e even invited? A crasher, perhaps."

Harry nodded anxiously. "Erm, yes, he was invited. He was, a uh.. friend of ours before the war."

"But wasn't 'e on the side of You-Know-Who during ze war? Zee Dark Lord?" Fleur asked. "Wasn't 'e a, what do you call zem, a Death Eater?"

Harry shot a glance at Ginny, asking why she would bring up this conversation.

"Well, uh yes," Harry answered. "But, he's quite a good friend of mine, and Hermione as well,"

"Oh, I see," Fleur said, a confused expression on her face.

"It that what this is about?" Ginny said quietly to Harry so only he could hear. Bill and Fleur had turned to Charlie Weasley, who also sat at the table, ending their conversation with Harry. "It's about Hermione and Draco?"

"I thought we were going to discuss this at home," Harry said though his teeth.

"Well, I figured since you had already mentioned the subject," Ginny began.

"I mentioned the subject?" Harry laughed sarcastically. "I'm pretty sure that you were the one that brought up the subject of the scene outside between Ron and Draco, Ginny. You didn't even know what happened!"

"I will soon," Ginny reassured.

Harry took another swig of his butterbeer, and he attempted to clear his mind of all the stress Ginny was giving him. He watched as Molly Weasley took center stage at the dance floor and addressed the crowd.

"All right everyone!" She said loudly. "It's time for Ron and Hermione's first dance together as husband and wife!"

"Probably their first dance together, ever," Bill said quietly to the table, chuckling as everyone else around them cheered.

Harry saw Ron, a little more sober by now, guide Hermione by the hand to the spot where Molly just stood. He placed his hands awkwardly on her hips as she placed hers on his shoulders. Light music started playing and they began spiraling around the dance floor.

"Ronald is so pathetic," Ginny leaned and whispered into Harry's ear, smirking.

Harry laughed along as he watched Ron stumble around. Hermione didn't seem to take notice; she was too busy making up for Ron's treachery and gracefully guiding him around the dance floor. Harry looked across the room to see Molly blowing her nose into a lace handkerchief and Hermione's parents tearing up as well.

"Zey look so 'appy," Fleur said, swaying to the music. "You can already tell zey are going to 'ave a very 'appy marriage."

Harry nodded as the music ended and the newlyweds shared a kiss.

Maybe if he agreed with Fleur, it would be enough to convince himself to believe that his best friends were truly happy together as husband and wife.

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