A/N: Chapter 10! It's up! Sorry it took so long! I didn't really know what to write after Harry and Ginny's wedding, so, it doesn't have much to do with the storyline. But I hope you like it. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: Have you been paying attention? Belongs to J.K.

Soon, it was Christmas break. Hermione bid Draco a short goodbye, then headed down to the train station with Ron, Lavender, Fleur, Ginny and Harry. They took the Hogwarts Express to King's Cross Station, where Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were waiting for them. They went back to the Burrow, which was busier than usual.

"Hello!" said Bill when they all arrived.

"Hello." the group replied. They put their trunks in their rooms, then sat down for dinner.

Hermione was surprised to see Percy there.

"He's taken off time his job at the Ministry for Christmas and my wedding. Mum says I'm his soft spot." Ginny whispered.

Charlie and George were also there.

"How's the joke shop going?" Hermione asked George.

"Business has been really good." George told her. "I've had to move into a flat above the shop."

"Wow." Hermione said.

The dinner was wonderful, as usual. Hermione was very tired after dinner, so she went straight up to bed. The boys and Ginny were playing Quidditch, and Lavender was watching.

Hermione sighed as she laid down in bed. She just felt so stressed about her wedding, and Ginny's. She liked planning Ginny's more, though, because Ginny was marrying someone she wanted to. That's what Hermione had always wanted in a wedding. Prince Charming. Her one true love.

The next day, there were five days until Christmas. Hermione was so caught up on the weddings and exams that she completely forgot about gifts. So, after breakfast and telling the Weasley's she was going, apparated to Diagon Alley.

She found gifts for everyone easily. She didn't know if she should get anything for Draco, though. She didn't know until she saw the Tales of Beetle the Bard in Flourish and Blott's. She bought it for him and scribbled a note on the inside, saying, So you can go back to childhood reading again.

At the Burrow, she wrapped it and attached a note, saying, For my forced fiance. Don't open until Christmas! Happy holidays! Your friend, Hermione. She sent it to him in an owl.

Later that night, she got a package which included a note, saying, opFrom your forced fiance. Thanks for the gift, here's yours. Resist the temptation to open it until Christmas. She smiled, then put it on her bedside table.

Five days later, Hermione felt like she had a real family. Christmas morning was fun. She and the Weasley's (and Harry and Lavender) sat happily opening presents in the living room. Hermione got a load of useful books. She was curious about what was in the package from Draco, but wanted to wait until she was alone.

Later that night, she was. She undid the silver ribbon, and opened the green box. She gasped. But before she removed the item from the box, she read the small note that read, These earrings are worn at every Malfoy wedding, even though ours won't be a Malfoy wedding, really. Someday, we'll give them to our son's bride, or our daughter, when they get married. Boy, think of how old we'll be by then! Your friend, Draco. Hermione looked at the earrings. They were silver circle studs with green leaves surrounding them. They were gorgeous. She decided not to wear them yet, though. It was obvious they were meant for a wedding.

The next five days were a blur for Hermione. It was all just planning, preparing, baking, practicing, getting, receiving, and a whole lot of madness. On the evening of December 30th, the Hogwarts train was at Platform 9 ¾, for Harry and Ginny's wedding. It was going to be a big wedding, so a lot of people were at King's Cross. It was most of the year.

Hermione saw Draco there, waiting for the train, and waved. He waved back.

Once they got to Hogwarts, everyone went to sleep. Dumbledore was using the Room of Requirement to house guests for the wedding that didn't live at Hogwarts.

But soon, the special day arrived. It was Ginny and Harry's wedding. Ginny, Fleur, Luna and Parvati spent the day in the spa that magically appeared in the common room again. Lunch was brought to them in there. For a few more hours, they relaxed in tranquility. Then, Ron entered the spa.

"What is this-" he started, then saw. "Oh. Sorry girls. I was just looking for you. Mum says it's time to start setting up the hall. Us guys have been at it all day."

They put on casual clothes and went to help with the finishing touches on the Great Hall. It looked beautiful. The tables were all gone, and tons of multi-colored chairs replaced them. The aisle of the chairs had a white carpet on it. The ceiling was covered in colorful twinkling stars.

Dinner was served to the bedrooms, because the Great Hall was being used. After dinner, the next task was getting completely ready. The ceremony was only four hours away.

Ginny put on her dress, which looked stunning on her.

"You look amazing, Ginny." Hermione told her.

"Thanks." Ginny blushed.

"Are you nervous?" Hermione asked.

"Very." Ginny laughed. "But it'll be okay. It's just Harry."

"That's a good way to think about it."

Ginny's hair was put half-up, half-down, and her makeup was done perfectly. The finished look was magnificent.

That took about two hours, and Ginny was now a bit stressed because she only had two hours to do her bridesmaids. With the help of magic, though, it went by smoothly.

Invisible hands toyed with Hermione's hair once she had her dress one.

"In buns. Tight buns." Ginny decided, and the invisible hands set to work.

By ten o'clock at night, all the bridesmaids were ready, the bride was ready, but the groom was not.

Hermione knocked on "The Potter's" door. Harry answered. He was in casual wear.

Hermione shrieked, "Harry!"
"What?" he asked, highly confused.

"Where are you dress robes?!" she yelled.

"Uh..."

"Your wedding is in an hour!" she screamed at him, then rushed off to tell Mrs. Weasley. There was no way she was going to tell a bride that her groom wasn't even dressed an hour before the wedding.

Mrs. Weasley, once alerted of the situation, patrolled in front of Harry's door, reminding him every five minutes to hurry up.

Meanwhile. guests were filling into seats in the Great Hall. Ginny was pretty calm, but was starting to wonder where her groom was.

"Hermione, he is ready, right?" Ginny asked. "And where is Mum?"

But fifteen minutes before the ceremony started, Harry and Mrs. Weasley came down, dressed properly. Harry took his respective spot in the Great Hall, standing by the Ministry official who would wed them. Ron, as the best man, stood next to him.

Soon, the ceremony started. Fleur and Luna walked down, next to each other, then Hermione followed right behind them. As soon as they were halfway down the long aisle, Ginny, standing in between her two parents, emerged from the Entrance Hall, and the crowd rose to their feet.

Hermione, Fleur and Luna lined up next to where Ginny would stand when she arrived. When she did, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley took a seat in two chairs in the front row.

The ceremony began, and Hermione found herself getting very emotional. Maybe it was because two of her best friends were getting married. Or maybe it was because they were actually in love.

"I do." Harry said sweetly.

"I do." Ginny replied happily.

"You are now husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." The Ministry official said.

Harry did kiss her, at midnight exactly, and the hall erupted in cheers. It was now a new year, and Ginny and Harry were happily married.

Since everyone had risen, the chairs disappeared, preparing for the reception. Faux fireworks went off in the "sky", and little round tables with chairs appeared, with name places for everyone there. Hermione went to join Harry, Ginny and the rest of the Weasley's at a slightly larger table.

"Congratulations!" Hermione said, beaming at Harry and Ginny.

"Thanks." Harry said, pulling her in for a hug.

She laughed. "I'm next, huh?"

"As far as we know." Ginny told her. "Ron and Lavender got permission to be married on May 4th."
"Happy New Year!" said Ron as he approached the group.

"Happy New Year!" Hermione cheered, smiling.

The reception was very fun, but Hermione couldn't find Draco anywhere. She shook it off and danced with her friends until four, when everyone went back to sleep.

Hermione slept until noon, when she went down to the Great Hall. Draco was there, at the Slytherin table. They were some of the only people in the hall.

"Hey." Hermione said, taking a seat at the Slytherin table.

"What are you doing?" he asked dully.

"What, because I'm a muggle born means I can't sit here?" she challenged lightly.

"No, it's because you're a Gryffindor." he laughed.

"You'll survive." she said playfully. "Anyway, I didn't see you at the wedding. You were there, right?"

"Yes, I just wanted to make an early departure."

"Oh, and why is that?"

"I was extremely tired. Weddings are quite boring."

"Well, I hope you'll be able to stay awake at our wedding." she joked.

"Doubtful." he yawned.

Hermione ate breakfast with him, then proceeded to her bedroom, where she wrote a letter for Harry, and a letter for Ginny, to send to them on their honeymoon. Hers to Harry read:

Dear Harry,

Guess who? Who else would be writing to you on the first day of your honeymoon where you're supposed to be relaxing with Ginny? None other than me, Hermione Granger. I hope you're having a nice time. I know you just got there, but oh, well, I'm a bit bored without you two. I went to Los Angeles once. I loved it, I hope you will, too. Please reply with exquisite details about your location.

Love,

Hermione

Hers to Ginny read:

Gin,

You're married! And in the States! Two in one, right? Is it lovely there? But the American culture is very different. They all talk in those weird accents, and have modified our words! But it is a grand place, Los Angeles. I hope you're having a nice trip so far, though I haven't given you much time to report. I'm sorry, but I'm a bit bored (weird, Hermione never gets bored!). Miss you loads!
Love,

Hermione

She went to the Owlery and sent the letters off, sighing. Now what? She could continue planning for her own wedding, but that seemed a bit odd since she had just attended Harry and Ginny's. She could study, but for once, Hermione Granger did not want to study. She wanted to do something fun, something daring. But she just didn't know what.

Hermione went back to her room, where Draco was dressed for Quidditch.

"Doing some individual practice?" Hermione asked.

"Yes." he said.

"May I join?"

This took him by surprise. "You want to join me for Quidditch practice?"

"Yes. Quite frankly, I'm very bored."

"Hermione Granger, bored?" he asked curiously. "Seems odd."

"I know it is, now can we go?" she asked.

"What's wrong?"

He knew. "I don't know, I just I'm just tired."

"You're lying."

"Fine." she mumbled. "Though I am very happy for Harry and Ginny, I just feel so jealous because they love each other so much."

"You're jealous of Ginny? You like Harry?" Draco asked, looking truly offended.

"No, no, it's not like that. I just wish that I got to marry the love of my life, or even meet him."

"Not everyone gets a fairy tale ending."

"I guess not." she sighed. "Well, let's go."

They headed out to the Quidditch pitch in silence. Once they got there, Draco got on his broom and flew around for a while. Hermione went up to the teachers' box and watched him. Her future husband, Draco Malfoy.

He, meanwhile, was clearing his head. Last night, Hermione had looked stunning, and he had wanted to kiss her and tell her how he felt. At some point, he'd seen enough of her laughing with her friends, acting like he didn't exist. So he left. Now, she was upset that she would never get true love. Didn't she know she could have it?

After he cooled down, he approached the teachers' box.

"Want to get on?" he asked, gesturing to the broom.

"No way!" she giggled.

"Yes." he said, extending his hand.

She hesitantly took it, and he helped her onto the broom. She sat behind him.

"Hang on." he said, moving forward.

She wrapped her hands around his waist, squeezing her eyes shut. They glided around the pitch quietly, until Hermione finally opened her eyes and looked around. The area around the pitch really was pretty.

"Like the view?" he asked quietly.

"Yes." she breathed.

Hermione put her hands on Draco's shoulders now, and the zoomed around, even outside the pitch. Soon, he steered the broom towards the ground, giving them both an exhilarating feeling, Hermione's less positive.

"Now I know why Ron, Harry and Ginny love Quidditch."

"You don't know the half of it." Draco smiled, as they started walking "Quidditch is amazing, I can't describe how it makes me feel."

"Is like how books make me feel?"

"Similar, I guess." he laughed. "Oh, and thanks for the book by the way. It was my favorite as a child."

"I had a feeling. It is the wizarding world's most famous children's book."

"Yes, it is." he admitted.

"And thanks for the earrings. They're very pretty."

"That gift is more from my mother. I honestly didn't know what to get you."

"I didn't know until I wandered into Flourish and Blott's. I wander in there more often than not, when I'm in Diagon Alley."

"Yeah, I can picture that." he laughed.

"Anyway, thanks." Hermione said when they reached the common room.

"Yeah, anytime." he said.

There was an awkward silence between the two. Draco shifted uncomfortably.

"Well, bye." Hermione said.

"Bye." Draco replied.

They still both stood there for another minute. Draco suddenly walked into their room, leaving Hermione in the common room. She stood there, feeling a bit stung. Well, I guess he had to leave at some point. But why so abruptly?

She decided that it didn't matter. It didn't matter what Draco did or did not do. It's not like she had feelings for him. She wanted to, yes. She wanted to be in love with the man she married. The truth was, though, she didn't want to be in love with Draco Malfoy. She just didn't want to get hurt, which could happen, considering their past.

She fell asleep that night feeling very confused.