Author's note: I'd like to react to the guestreview on the previous chapter. It would indeed be a good idea to get to Ollivander's, but the problem isn't the lack of wands, it's the fact that the original Draco and Hermione weren't magical. They were just muggles, royal muggles, but still, no magic!

Anyways, enjoy the next chapter! It's a bit lovey dovey though.

Chapter 14

The next couple of days were rather uneventful. Hermione and Draco had returned to England. James had been called back by his father for some family business and Hermione couldn't be happier that he was gone. In the meantime, she and Draco spent most of their time together. Getting to know each other away from Hogwarts.
"So explain it to me again, your parents spend their time rummaging through people's mouths?" he asked, one eyebrow raised.
"Well, yes." They were walking the grounds, as seemed to be an activity not frowned upon by any of the nobles.
"Why?" he looked at her incredulously.
"Muggles don't have magic to fix their teeth." She explained. He nodded.
"Damn, I miss magic" he sighed. "Me too" she agreed. He grabbed her hand in his and squeezed it.
"My father tells me that we're to be married soon" he answered.
"What's soon according to the king?" she asked.
"Well, I believe it would be within the next week. Mother has been arranging everything. It's going to be quite the feast." Hermione bit her lip. She hated attention and big parties. If she had imagined her wedding at all, it would have been a small family get-together, simple and elegant.
"Are you okay?" Draco was looking at her with a worried look. His steel grey eyes seeking her golden ones.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just a tat nervous." She smiled at him.
"Hey, it will be fine. I'll be there with you the entire time and we're the only ones that matter anyways." He stopped and pressed his hand on her cheek.
"Just you and me, that's all that matters" he rephrased as he pressed a kiss on her lips. Hermione smiled at him as he wrapped his arms around her. She rest her head against his chin and took a moment to think about her life. She was no longer just part of the golden trio, she was a queen. Responsible for an entire country and all the people in it. She had fallen for her nemesis, the boy she loved to hate back home. He seemed different here though, he seemed less burdened. There was no Voldemort here, but that didn't mean that things weren't dangerous. She closed her eyes for a second and let her body enjoy the proximity of Draco. His sent invaded her nose and she breathed in deeply. He smelled of apples and freshly mowed grass. He smelled fresh and clean and masculine. She hadn't been lying when she told him that she wanted to stay here with him. If he couldn't follow her back, she would never leave. She had a taste of life with him and she couldn't imagine never having it again. He made her heart beat faster and her breath hitch. He made her feel just that little bit less burdened when he was with her. He made her feel complete.
Draco pressed his nose in her hair. She smelled like a breath of spring air. His nose was filled with the scent of vanilla and violets. He, too, took a moment to wrap his minds around the events of the past couple of days. In his arms he had Hermione Granger, brain of the dimwitted duo, golden girl of the light side and brightest witch of her age. She was everything he was not, and she had everything he wanted. She didn't have parents who forced her to be on the side they chose. She didn't have her entire life figured out for her. Yet, in this moment, he didn't feel envious of her anymore. He just felt protective. He pressed her closer to his chest, willing to never let her go again. He didn't know how it had happened, but his entire heart was now inhabited by the girl that was Hermione. She had moved in without him even noticing and she had rearranged all the furniture. She had given up her life, her friends, her family, all for him. Just so that they could stay together. He couldn't say that anyone had ever done that for him before. So he vowed to himself that he would remain by her side for as long as she would have him. He would protect her from all harm, he would shield her from any danger. He would be her dragon.

The day of the wedding came sooner than Hermione expected. Her ladies maids had been mussing over her for hours. Bathing her, fixing her hair, her makeup, getting her dress. She could only hope that Draco was enduring the same torture. Her hair was tied back in a long braid, with two strands, curled to perfection hanging on either side of her face. Next up was getting into the dress. Hermione had had little to no part in choosing the dress, but she imagined it would look beautiful none the less. Her ladies maids helped her step into the skirt and they pulled on the dress. It was white, of course. She wasn't wearing a corset, which seemed odd to Hermione, but she went with it anyways. The back was see-through fabric with tiny white buttons lining her spine. Over her shoulders there hung two tulle pieces of fabric that reached to the ground and even further, a sort of cape. The front of the dress reached to her throat, although the most part of it was see-through, the bodice was not. It was embellished with an intricate design of silver flowers and curls, wrapping around her frame like a harness. The skirt was made out of a delicate fabric that flowed to the floor in several layers, pooling at her feet.
"And for the final touch" one of her maids smiled. A crown was placed on her head. A silver crown, adorned with opals. It had chains that hung over her hair, which reminded Hermione of fairies or elves.
"You look beautiful, my queen." Hermione smiled at her reflection. She really did. She looked like a proper queen now. There was a knock on the door and one of her guards came into the room.
"They're ready for you, your grace." He bowed. Hermione nodded and smile at the man. Her stomach was doing kickflips and she didn't really know how she felt. Her escort walked her to the ballroom where everyone was waiting. They positioned her outside the door.
"You'll start walking as soon as the music starts." She nodded. It didn't take long for the music to start and the doors to swing open. Hermione took a deep breath and started walking. She looked towards the end of the walkway. Everyone was looking at her but she was looking at him. Draco was standing at the end, smiling at her. He was wearing a black costume again, with beautiful silver patterns on it, not unlike the ones on her dress. He had a crown on his head and a chain around his neck. He looked beautiful. She carefully took the steps down the room until she was close to Draco. He reached his hand out to her and she gladly took it.
"Nervous?" he whispered. "you have no idea" she answered and he smiled at her. They knelt in front of the priest and he presented them with a contract. Draco signed first and then it was her turn. Hermione signed her name with the pen and that was that. They were blessed by the church officials and they rose. Draco presented her with a ring. It was silver with an opal in the middle and she presented him with his ring, which was also silver but had no stones. He smiled at her when the priest started talking again. Neither was listening. Hermione was lost in Draco's smile as he pressed his hand against her cheek. She leaned into his touch. He grabbed her face in his hands and pressed his lips on hers, extracting a gasp from the crowd as the priest stopped his sermon. Hermione weaved her fingers in his soft hair and deepened the kiss. She could have stayed like that all day, but Draco broke the kiss. The priest resumed his speech and Hermione and Draco refrained from shocking everyone again. They were just standing there, smiling at each other.

After the official ceremony, there was a feast with dancing, of course. It was customary for the queen and king to have the first dance of the evening as the crowd watched. Hermione's stomach was doing flips as she tried to remember the steps of the dance her ladies had been teaching her. Draco guided her towards the middle of the dance floor before letting go of her hand. They stood, facing each other. Draco bowed to her and Hermione did the same. He held out his palms towards her, about the same height as his face and she responded by doing the same. Their palms weren't touching, but it seemed like the absence of a touch made it even more thrilling. The music was playing when they turned around together, their palms remaining in the same place. Next they took a step back and dropped their hands, just to bring one palm up again as they stepped towards each other once more. Twirling around one another while staring into each other's eyes. They broke apart once more and the next minute, Draco's hand was on Hermione's waist and his other hand was holding hers tightly as he guided her over the dancefloor. She was grateful for his pureblood heritage as he was a better dancer than she was. The music picked up and Hermione gasped as Draco's hands both grasped her waist and lifted her in the air before twirling her around once more. As he put her down, his hand cupped her cheek and he kissed her again. Hermione tried to remember a moment where she was happier than she was right now, but failed miserably. Other people were starting to dance and Hermione and Draco took this moment to stand on the sidelines.
"This is crazy" she whispered.
"Yeah it is, never in my life did I ever imagine being married to Hermione Granger" he smiled at her.
"What happens now?" she asked, knowing very well what it was.
"Well, we should be leaving for the consummation soon" he looked at his feet.
"Ah, yes, that. Well, I've had my advisors look into it. In Argon, the newlyweds don't have to consummate right away and they also don't have to do it in front of an audience." She stated.
"But in England we do" he continued.
"Yes, but I am the queen of Argon and you are not the king of England yet. So don't worry about it, I'm not consummating anything and certainly not in front of an audience." She sounded very proud of herself.
"Well, alright then." He walked away from her and Hermione couldn't help but feel that she did something wrong.