A/N: Chapter 12! Yay! Thanks to all my reviewers, keep reviewing! I was asked when I plan to finish the story, and the truth is, I don't entirely know. I want it to be a long story, but not super long. I think I might create a sequel along with a bunch of one-shots, but I'm not sure. There are going to be at least a few chapters left. I will definitely write about the wedding and the pregnancy. R&R!

Disclaimer: Is my name J.K. Rowling? No, it's DramioneLuv11 (well, that's not my real name).

"Hermione!" Ron screeched, causing Hermione and Draco to notice. They both backed away from each other nervously. "What do you think you're doing?" he shouted.

"Hi, Ron, Harry." Hermione acknowledged them, wincing.

Harry just stared at her with his mouth wide open, but Ron had something to say.

"I said-" Ron started.

"More like yelled." Draco muttered.

"-what do you think you're doing?" Ron finished.

"Ron, he's going to be my-" Hermione tried to explain.

"I don't care if you're getting married to him! He's still a foul ferret who-"

"Yeah, how could you, Hermione?" Harry interrupted.

Just then Ginny ran into the room. Am I too late? Hermione, I swear, I tried to stop them, but they wanted to talk to you!"

"Not anymore." Ron said bitterly, turning to leave.

"I can't believe this." Harry said as he departed the room, following Ron.

"Wait!" Hermione and Ginny both cried.

Hermione let out a sob and buried her head in Draco's shoulder. He wrapped a protective arm around her.

"Hermione, I'm so sorry, they don't know what they're thinking, I'll get them to see right." Ginny promised.

When Hermione didn't reply, Draco did for her. "Thanks, Weaselette."

Hermione, her face still covered, punched Draco's chest. He winced. Ginny gave a small smile to him, and left, shouting, "Ron! Harry!"

"You okay?" Draco asked, sitting her down on his bed.

She revealed her tear-stained face and shook her head.

"I'm really sorry about that."

She just nodded. "I thought they would understand."

"They will, they will get it at some point."

"You think?"

"I think if they care about you the way I think they do, then yes."

"Thanks." she whispered, hugging him.

When Hermione recovered, she rested easily. The next day, Ginny insisted that they go wedding dress shopping.

"I don't know, Ginny..." Hermione was still considering her mother's dress.

"C'mon, you're wedding is soon!"

"Why don't you ask Parvati? She's getting married in a month exactly and I don't see you pestering her!"

"Parvati isn't my best friend!"

"Still..."

"C'mon..."

"No. I already have a dress."

"Your mum's?"

"Yes."

"Okay, do you want to go and get it with me? I'm sure we can ask-"

"No, it's fine." Hermione said, rushed. "I can get it myself, then I'll show it to you."

"Okay." Ginny agreed.

Hermione didn't know if she was going to follow through on it, but she did want to ask permission. So she went to McGonagall's office.

"Professor, is there a way that I can visit my house so I can retrieve my mum's wedding dress?" Hermione asked.

"If that is the dress you want, then I am certainly happy setting up a portkey to your home. May I ask where it is?"

Hermione told her, and she was given a keychain that would take her to her street, at eleven o'clock. At ten thirty, she told Draco.

"I'll come with you." he announced.

"No, don't do that."

"Yes." he protested. "It might be difficult for you, it was hard for me to walk around my house and not think of my dad for a while, I figure you'll want some support."

Hermione realized he was right. She probably couldn't walk it alone. "Thanks."

"Oh, and I won't look at the dress."

"You know me so well." she sighed happily.

At eleven o'clock, they both touched the portkey, and felt themselves swirl into the air and to Hermione's street. They both landed with a thud on Hermione's grassy front lawn.

Hermione looked up at her house. The Death Eaters hadn't done too much damage to it, which surprised her, but some things were out of order and messy. But her parents had been lying dead on the ground when she'd returned after the war, and that had scared her to pieces. They were removed and buried a day after she returned. Hermione realized it would be hard for her to go upstairs, which she had avoided doing.

Draco also looked at Hermione's house. It was a muggle home, so it looked quite different from his own. It was smaller, and looked similar to the houses around it. Draco cautiously followed Hermione in.

"Welcome home." she whispered to herself.

It looked the same as it did when she was growing up. Comfortable furniture, light wallpaper, cozy aura. But suddenly, it felt cold. As if she didn't belong there.

Draco thought the decor looked odd, but didn't say anything. "Where is it?" he asked lightly.

"In my parents' closet." she told him. "Upstairs."

"Have you, uh, been upstairs yet?"

"No."

"Okay, then, we'll do this together."

"Okay." she whispered as she took his hand. They carefully walked up the creaky stairs. Hermione was trying not to cry.

Hermione led him to her parents' room. It was a big room, with a small walk-in closet. Being in there reminded her of all the times she had gotten scared during a storm or after a nightmare as a little girl. How she would curl up under their warm comforter, in between them.

She led Draco to the closet. They walked in. Hermione saw all the clothes her mother had worn, and her father, and started to weep. She crouched on the ground, and buried her face in her hands.

Draco crouched down beside her and wrapped his arm around her, whispering, "It's okay, Hermione, it's okay."

She calmed a bit then found a very big box that said: For Hermione's Wedding Day, in her mother's handwriting. She took the box bravely then marched out of the room.

"We good?" Draco asked, following her.

"I want to visit my room." she said, walking down the hall. They reached Hermione's room.

Draco observed. What he saw did not shock him. The walls were a light periwinkle. There was a large white bookshelf, filled with what seemed to be muggle books. It was organized into sections; classics, nonfiction, fiction, biographies, autobiographies, history, wizarding and more. Though Draco didn't have a clue as to what half of those meant, he was impressed with the organizing. On her bedside table, there were four photographs in frames.

One was of Hermione and what seemed to be her parents. Hermione looked about five years old, and her hair was in ringlets, obviously for a special occasion. Her smile was so big and bright, she looked like a completely different person. Her dad had the same color hair as her, but had green eyes. Her mum had darker hair, and it was curly and a bit frizzy like Hermione's. Hermione had inherited her mother's brown eyes.

The next one was one of her, Ron and Harry, They seemed to be on Platform 9 ¾ after their first year at Hogwarts. They all looked so different.

There was another picture of Hermione with her parents. It seemed to be taken the summer before fourth or fifth year, before Voldemort's return and the beginning of war. Her parents looked the same, except for Mr. Granger developing some grey hairs on the side of his head. Barely noticeable, though. Mrs. Granger looked a bit worn, but the family looked happy nonetheless.

The last picture was one of her, the Weasley girl, Ginny, and a ginger cat. The photograph must have been taken sometime a bit before, a bit after, or during third year.

The one thing Draco didn't understand was why the pictures weren't moving, but he supposed it was a muggle thing.

All the memories from Hermione's entire muggle life came flooding back to her. She looked at her desk, which she had always loved, and remembered staying up late to complete her muggle work. She saw her blue lounge chair, and remembered her mother sitting in it, while Hermione sat in her lap, when she was younger. It all made Hermione quite sad, but she didn't cry again. She wanted to be brave.

She supposed Harry must of felt like this sometimes. I mean, he did lose his parents, as well. But he had never known his parents, that was the thing. He hadn't had parents at an age he could remember, then have them snatched away. But she understood how he could feel upset sometimes.

"Okay, I'm ready."she sighed.

Draco took her hand. "How are we getting out of here?"

"McGonagall gave me a portkey for twelve o'clock. It's two minutes before."

"Okay." Draco said. "You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Hermione said, giving him a small smile.

They took the portkey back two minutes later. Hermione rushed to Ginny's room with the box, right away. Harry left the room grumpily, obviously still a bit mad at her, but Hermione decided to ignore it.

The girls excitedly opened the box. Hermione pulled out her mother's gorgeous dress.

It was a white, seemingly strapless gown, but with floral lace long-sleeves.

"This dress is amazing." breathed Ginny.

"Thanks." Hermione blushed.

Hermione put the dress back in the box, then back in her closet. She didn't want to touch it too much before her wedding day. But, she would need alterations for the dress, of course.

Meanwhile, Draco was in the library, when he was joined by Blaise.

"So, you and Granger, huh?"

Draco looked up in surprise. Blaise was smirking.

"What? Where'd you hear that?"

"Parvati."

"Where'd she hear that?"

"Lavender."

"Where'd she hear that?"

"Weasley."

"Oh."

"I'm guessing you know where he heard that."

"He walked in on Hermione and I kissing."

Blaise took in a sharp breath.

"Along with Potter."

"Yikes."

"I know."

"So you fancy her, then?"

"Most definitely." Draco paused. "What about you and Parvati?"

"What about us?"

"Do you fancy her?"

"A bit, yes." Blaise blushed.

"Does she fancy you?"

"I believe so."

"Well, then what are you waiting for? Ask her on a date!"

"Malfoy, we're about to be married, I think it's highly inappropriate to ask her on a date."

"Zabini, gather your courage, if you have any, and ask her to go down to the lake or something. Girls love to talk."

"Especially Parvati." Blaise muttered.

"Then, man up, and go ask. Right now!"

"What? No!"

"Right now!"

"No way."

"Yes. Go. Now!"

Blaise, a bit dazed, left the library. Draco smirked.

A bit later, Hermione joined him in the library.

"Hi." she said happily, plopping her books down on the table.

"Hello." he replied, smiling.

"What are you studying?"

"Transfiguration. More like Animagus. I told Snape that I wanted to expand my potions ability, so I got his signature for a restricted book, and I chose the Animagus book. I'm trying to find an easy way to be one."

"That's interesting. I've always wanted to do that."

"We could do it together."

"Illegally?"

"Of course."

"Fine."

They studied the Animagus book for a while, but they both felt very tired after awhile. They practiced some of the exercises that the book said helped the transformation, then went to sleep.

The next day, they spent the morning doing the exercises, which was picturing parts of them shrinking or growing, transforming into any animal. In the afternoon, the researched the potion for the first transformation. It was a very complicated potion that would take two months to make. Draco and Hermione decided that since it needed to be two months in a row, that they would start after their honeymoon.

Hermione still had no idea where they were going on their honeymoon. Draco was in charge of planning it, and Hermione was a bit nervous. Would he choose somewhere that they would both like? She knew he would try...

But she had bigger problems. There were forty-two days until her wedding, and wasn't half as prepared as she had wanted to be by that time. She and Draco had not decided on a wedding location yet, but they knew they wanted it to take place on Hogwarts grounds, but didn't know where. They were still working out guests and seating arrangements, and the reception. It was a lot to cover, in Hermione's opinion, but Draco had confidence that they would be fine.

"Draco, do you think we could do the ceremony outside, but put a warming charm around the area of the ceremony? I think it's going to to be very pretty on our wedding day."

"That's perfect." Draco replied, looking over the seating arrangements for dinner.

"But where?" Hermione wondered aloud. She tried to think of all her favorite places on the grounds of Hogwarts. Then, she thought of it. "Hey, Draco?"

"Yes?"

"You know that area surrounded by rocks? On the hill? Where you tried to watch Buckbeak's execution?"

"Where you punched me?" he growled.

"Yes. Do you think that'd be a good place to have the ceremony? It's not a huge location, which is good, because we don't have a lot of guests. It's a gorgeous view from there."

"You're right, you know." he said, nodding. "It's very pretty. Okay, I agree!" he said triumphantly.

She smiled. "We've got that settled. I'll start working on the set-up."

They worked the day away, between the wedding preparations, N.E.W.T.s and becoming an Animagus.

The next day, Draco suggested that they take a break from all the hard work. So, they did. Draco took Hermione down to the Quidditch pitch for another flying lesson. Hermione got a bit better, but still didn't like flying so high. Draco assured her she would get used to it.

After, Hermione got alterations done on her mother's dress, since it didn't fit her perfectly. She went to Fleur's to do so. It was dinner time at that point, so Hermione headed back up to the castle, the dress in the box. She was about to stroll into the castle when she heard two people talking. She decided to stay put and listen

"I'm telling you, the whole world's gone mad." muttered a familiar male voice.

"Yeah, I can't believe her." agreed a second familiar male voice.

"She hasn't spoken to us for days, either. And we're the ones angry at her."

"Ginny hasn't been as friendly with me because of it. She fully supports those two."

Hermione knew who the two boys were now.

"Ginny won't even speak to me. Is it wrong that we were a little angry that she was snogging Malfoy?"

A little angry, thought Hermione bitterly.

"I know, no one gets it. She's like our sister."

"I say we get revenge."

"On who?"

"Malfoy. He's messing with her. He's probably just bored. All this year, he hasn't been able to kiss anyone but Hermione, maybe he just got fed up with it."

Tears stung Hermione's eyes. She couldn't believe that they were saying this.

"How do you suppose we do that?"

"I say we sabotage the wedding."

"Hermione will know it was us and hate us even more."

"Ah, that's the thing, we make it look like Malfoy ruined it."

"How?"

"We'll plan later, but I say we get Hermione to catch Malfoy kissing another girl or something to make it seem like he's cheating."

Hermione was silently sobbing now.

"Okay, but let's get to dinner. Someone's going to notice we're gone, even if they're speaking to us or not."

The boys left the Entrance Hall, and Hermione, clutching the box, ran up to her room crying.

A/N: Poor Hermione :( I really do hate making Ron and Harry evil, but I had to make a twist. I don't think I like the ending, but you tell me what YOU think about this chapter by reviewing!