Hermione was on her third glass of champagne of the day and it was still only ten o' clock.
I hate weddings, inner Hermione said as Hermione began her fourth glass.
Me too, thought Hermione, I hate Weasley weddings especially.
Pansy and George were finally getting married and it was proving to be a nightmare. There were a couple of reasons why Hermione was dousing herself in alcohol.
At the moment Pans was trying to comfort her new borns who were decidedly against trying to co-operate today.
Pansy was currently not dressed, and the wedding was in an hour.
Luna, her co-maid of honor (Pansy's term) was absolutely smashed having got to the alcohol faster than Hermione so she had to make sure everything was in order alone!
Mrs Weasley and Mrs Parkinson were fighting yet again as to which of the two tiaras Pansy was to wear. They were fighting over what hairstyle Pansy was to have and what her make-up would look like.
She had lost the ring bearers who were Pansy's scandalous sons, Xavier and Yves.
She really needed something stronger than champagne.
"My daughter is going to wear the Parkinson family tiara." Mrs Parkinson, Mary said.
"It is tradition that a Weasley bride wear this tiara!." Molly piped up her hands on her hips.
"If you do not shut the bloody hell up I will walk down the isle starkers!" Pansy screamed as she tried to comfort her distraught daughters, "This is not about you, Mother!" Mrs Weasley shot a smug look towards Mary, "And it isn't about you either Mrs Weasley!" Pansy added when she caught the look, "This is about me and George and our children! This is about my family and all you can think about is your own needs!" she burst into tears and Hermione was instantly by her side comforting the taller witch and taking one of the girls of her and comforting her.
"Pansy's right." Hermione said quietly as she laid the now sleeping Lou-Anne in her bassinet, "I think that the two of you need to leave, Pansy does not need this kind of stress right now."
"Thank you, Hermione." Pansy said in a small, tired voice after the two women had left, "I don't know what I would do without you."
"Let's get you dressed up!" Luna said as she brought in the magnificent dress that Pansy had commissioned to be made by a muggle designer, Vera Wang. It was a beautiful ensemble, a long white gown with no poof or lace. It had a sweetheart neckline, with a bejeweled bust. The skirt flared from mid thigh, flowing like a river of silk.
"Hello Ladies." George said as he entered the door looking absolutely handsome in his muggle tux and bow tie.
"George!" Pansy cried as she ran into his arms, throwing her arms around him and sobbing into his chest.
"Pans? What happened?" George asked worriedly as he ran reassuring hands up and down Pansy's robed back.
"We'll just be going," Hermione said as she pulled Luna with her towards the door, "Call if you need us."
Hermione smiled a secret smile as she walked from Pansy's childhood home in the Parkinson mansion towards the marquee set up outside. It still startled her to see just how in love George and Pansy were. When she first found out about them she had been shocked to say the least. George and Pansy are the most different people you could ever meet. Pansy was very reserved and quiet whilst George was outgoing and always looking for trouble.
Pansy, to George, was his escape. The one person besides his late brother he could be around and just be himself and she was his world. She helped him get over the loss of his brother and never pushed him or looked at him with shock like everyone else did. To her, he was always George and he would always love her.
For Pansy, George had been the first guy who hadn't wanted just sex from her. After the first time they had slept together she was expecting him to walk out the door and leave her in a cold bed but he didn't. He stayed all night and kept her in his arms and that for her had been the moment she fell in love with him. He loved her; all of her and that was more than she could ever ask for.
Hermione smiled as she saw the newly wed couple dancing close together, even now their love for each other was very obvious.
"Did I happen to tell you how absolutely beautiful you looked today?" Draco asked putting his arms around his love.
"More than ten times." Hermione smiled, she had her own love too and he was much better than Ron on so many levels.
"And its still not enough." Draco pressed a kiss to the junction between her shoulders and her neck, "Loony's plastered."
Hermione turned to where he had pointed out and indeed Luna was trying to escape her husband who was trying to stop his son and Scorpius from making Xavier and Yves put snails into Aunt Muriel's purse and also keeping his wife from the alcohol.
"Poor Potty." Draco chuckled.
"You're not going to go help him are you?"
"Potty can handle them, I want to spend time with you." He leaned down to press a sweet kiss to her mouth. Hermione had a silly smile on her face but before Draco could do anything else, Pansy interrupted them.
"Okay, that was seriously, grossly sappy!" She made a face, "Only George and I are allowed to be sappy today. Got it?"
"Yes, ma'am." He bowed before leaving the two women to talk.
"Hermione," pansy began, "Thank you, this has been the most amazing day of my life."
"You planned it," Hermione pointed out as she accepted a champagne flute form a waiter.
"Yes but you made sure it all went according to plan." Pansy said before she finished her flute in one gulp, "Thank you for not crumbling under the pressure."
"Pansy, you forget I've done all of this before."
"Whatever, just say thank you for me complementing you."
"Thank you."
"Don't tell anyone I said that," Pansy said as she got up, "I have a reputation to hold up as an ice queen."
"I wouldn't dream of it Pans." Hermione toasted her friend, "To hidden identities."
