I feel like it's been a long time since I posted a new chapter. One Day, the book that gave me the idea for this story, was just released in theaters. Apparently, it's not great. This morning I read an article about how "toxic" the story is (not my story. I doubt they've read it.) It was a good read (the article, not the book), and I'd definitely recommend finding it.

Anyhow, this chapter and the next few are some of my favorites, so enjoy!

May 2, 2011
Draco laughed as he watched his new wife spin his two year old son around the dance floor. Scorpius's gray eyes, eyes so much like his father's, sparkled with delight each time Hermione twirled him in a circle.

"She looks beautiful," Pansy commented, taking Hermione's empty seat at the head table.

"You did design the dress," Draco reminded her, his smile never wavering. Pansy shrugged nonchalantly, but the proud grin she wore told him she appreciated the opportunity to contribute. They continued to watch son and stepmother in amused silence until the song ended. Scorpius bowed before Hermione led him to their table.

Scorpius ran to his father, arms extended in a silent plea to be picked up. Draco obliged and settled the little boy on his lap. He slowly helped Scorpius sip from his water glass. When he had his fill, he sighed contentedly. "I a good dancer, Daddy?" he asked.

"Very good. I think you wore Minnie out," he replied, smoothing down the boy's platinum blond locks.

"My Minnie? Her's my favorite," Scorpius stated, leaning against Draco's shoulder tiredly.

"Perhaps I wore him out a bit too," Hermione observed as Scoripus's eyes slowly slid shut.

Pansy rose from her seat and moved around the back of the chairs. Gently, she took her son from Draco's arms, pressing a kiss to Scorpius's forehead as she did so. "I guess we'll be going," she announced, despite her son's protest to stay. She kissed Draco's cheek before doing the same to Hermione. "You two enjoy your honeymoon. Oh, and don't let Draco help you off with the dress. He's terrible with small buttons."

"I heard that," he mumbled.

Pansy rolled her eyes, and continued speaking with the bride. "Now, I expect pictures and a detailed account of everything," she stated. "And don't look now, but Potter and Weasley are on their way over." She excused herself, brushing past the former Gryffindors on her way towards the exit.

"I say we only send her really raunchy pictures," Draco joked. "That'll teach her to be so nosy."

A deep blush filled Hermione's cheek at the mere thought. She quickly shot down his idea as her friends approached the table. Draco moved closer to his wife, wrapping his arm around her waist. He'd meant it as a sign of unity, that they would stand up to them together. But he also knew, that so long as he held onto her, he couldn't attack either man.

"Hey, Mione," Ron greeted her. He exhaled an appreciative breath as he surveyed her from head to toe. "You look beautiful."

Draco covered up a laugh when the redhead stepped back and elbowed Harry Potter in the ribs. Begrudgingly, the Boy Who Lived sighed and muttered something along the same lines. He noticed the way Hermione's eyes narrowed on her friend, and Draco couldn't help but wonder when her wand would make an appearance.

"Honestly, Harry, I thought we were past this," she sighed.

Harry shook his head. "Could we speak somewhere a bit more private?" he requested.

She glanced quickly at her husband, a silent conversation passing between their eyes. Draco let go of his wife and watched as she exited the reception hall with Harry Potter trailing behind her. Ron sheepishly looked from Draco to his friends before joining them.

"Well, you've got me alone, Harry. What is it you needed to say?" Hermione inquired.

His features relaxed as he took in the sight before him - Hermione dressed in her flowing, white wedding gown. Her curls were pulled into a high bun, and in lieu of a veil, a small, jeweled tiara rested atop her head. Her shoes had been discarded hours earlier, and now she stood outside barefoot. "You really are beautiful," he told her.

"Flattery will get you nowhere," she returned.

"I know I've been a prat," he started. "Malfoy was...horrible to us as kids. But that's no excuse to hate him as an adult. You've said it before that he's changed, and I guess it's taken some time for me to see that. Ron said something that really changed my mind. He told me that it was hard to lose you as his fiancee, but it would be harder to lose you as a friend."

Ron reached them at that moment, and flashed her a smile. "You could have just trusted me when I said it," she countered, adjusting her tiara. "You used to listen to me all the time when we were younger."

"Yeah, but there were never boys involved then," Ron joked.

"Well, except for us," Harry added.

"Plus there was Neville, Dean, Seamus, all of my brothers. That list is quite extensive," Ron realized.

Hermione couldn't help but laugh at their antics. It reminded her of old times. Late into the night, the trio would often sit around and talk long after the rest of their housemates had gone to bed. She had never laughed so hard as she did then. Those were the times she desperately missed; the time spent with her boys.

"How did things get so complicated with us?" she wondered, looking around for a place to sit that wouldn't ruin her dress. Ron removed his jacket and placed it on a stone bench. She gave him a thankful smile and sat on it. "I know we had our spats here and there growing up, but everything's changed now."

Ron sighed and sat down beside her. "I love my wife and our children, but I really always believed it would be you," he told her. "Harry had Ginny, and you and I were supposed to be together. I knew you weren't happy. But with Malfoy, you seem, I don't know, brighter."

Harry stood on her other side and placed his hand on her bare shoulder. "I'm glad you're happy, Mione," he told her, leaning down to kiss her cheek. "I'm sorry we gave you such a hard time when the two of you began dating."

They heard a voice clear before the sounds of footsteps approached. "People are beginning to think my wife has run off with The Boy Who Lived and his trusted sidekick," Draco drawled, coming into view. With a smile on her face, Hermione rose to greet him. "No tears," he whispered, touching her dry cheek with the tips of his fingers.

"They didn't cry either," Hermione teased, turning her head to face her friends.

Both men shot her wry smiles before excusing themselves. "Be good to her, Malfoy," Harry advised as Ron walked ahead of him. "You may be bigger than me, but I'm better with a wand."

Draco smiled. "I'll keep that in mind, Potter," he replied. When the boys were gone, he kissed Hermione. "I would never do anything to hurt you," he vowed.

With a smile, she kissed her new husband softly. "Good, because I'm better with a wand than Harry is."