Chapter 14

The New Mrs Zabini

"You will die today, Hannah Potter. No one can save you." Lucius Malfoy purred as I was bound to a chair.

"Where's Draco!?" I demanded. "I want my husband!"

"Where's Draco!?" Electricia Munville shrieked, mocking me. "Don't worry, our little slut. He's fine."

"You're too late, Potter!" Cronus shouted.

"MALFOY!" I corrected.

"You are no Malfoy." Lucius sneered, smacking me across the face. "I would never allow my son to marry a Mudblood's spawn!"

"DON'T YOU TALK OF MY MOTHER LIKE THAT!" I screamed. "Let my husband go!"

"He'll be a widower soon!" a masked figure said. "Sad that it'll happen just after his wedding, but what must be done will be done."

"Unless…you have Ravencroft's Tome." Cronus smirked.

"I'll never give you that Tome!" I screamed at them. "It belongs to me!"

"It belongs to the descendant of Sarah Ravencroft, and ergo Morgan le Fay." Cronus growled. "You are just the filthy spawn of a Mudblood who just happened to marry someone of a proud pure blooded few."

I grunted, struggling to break out without tearing my clothes.

"Say goodnight, Hannah Potter." Lucius smirked, pointing his wand at me and sending a blinding flash of green light my way.

…

"WAKE UP!" Ivy screamed, shaking me uncontrollably.

I stirred. "What the fuck do you want!?" I asked.

"You have to get ready!" Ivy shouted. "I'm walking down the aisle in four hours and it takes an hour and a half to get to the church from here!"

I shot up and ran as Monique ran in with the makeup artist.

"Ok, ok, girls, organize, organize!" I said. "Ivy, you go to the hair stylist first and we'll go in order to get makeup done. Ginny, you're first in the makeup chair!"

Ginny went with the makeup artist as Ivy went to get her hair done.

"Ok, everyone else can get dressed!" I shouted, getting the dresses out of the closet.

"Ok, that's Ginny's…" I set Ginny's aside. "HERMIONE!" I handed Hermione her dress. "LUNA! JAMIE! And Hannah!" I grabbed my silver dress, setting Ivy's wedding dress aside. "Ok, girls, get dressed!" I said, grabbing my dress out of its bag and starting to change.

I grabbed the bands from my jeans.

…

When we were all ready and in the limo going to church, we were all laughing.

"Hannah…wait…where's the ring!?" Ivy shouted, already paling and looking like she was covered in blood in her dress.

"Relax." I said, holding up my bouquet. "I have it in here."

…

Draco POV

I smirked, waiting for Blaise to get ready as I slicked my hair back and adjusted the tie I was wearing.

"Oh, God!" Blaise shouted. "What am I going to do if I forget my vows, or screw up her name, or not kiss her properly or…?"

"Blaise, relax!" I shouted. "You'll be fine, it's just your wedding!"

"You won't be so nonchalant when it's your time to take your wife!" Blaise shouted from the bathroom.

"Please, Blaise. As your best man, I'm telling you to settle down. Everything will be fine." I assured him.

"Oh, God, what if I forget which finger to put the ring on!?" Blaise groaned.

"BLAISE!" I shouted. "You. Will. Be. Fine! After the ceremony, you're golden! You just have to not make an ass of yourself at the reception and not screw Duff's dress up!"

"Fuck off, Draco!" Blaise shouted. "Do you have the ring!?"

I sighed. "Blaise, you've known me since we were born. You give me Duff's wedding ring, I'm gonna have Duff's wedding ring…" I said, groping around my pockets for the ring.

I paled. It wasn't in my pants pocket! I groped around both pockets in my pants and checked my blazer…IT WAS GONE!

"Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I hissed to myself.

I lost the wedding ring! Blaise was gonna fucking shoot me!

"Fuck!" I hissed.

"What?" Goyle asked.

"I lost the ring." I muttered.

"You what?!" Crabbe hissed. "Blaise is going to fucking murder you!"

"I know!" I muttered. "Fuck!" then I had a genius plan. "Goyle, quick! Give me your ring!"

"What!?" Goyle asked.

"Give. Me. Your. Ring." I said slower. "I saw it in Four Weddings and a Funeral. Charles fucked up and lost the ring and asked around the congregation for a ring. Give me yours."

"Why mine!?" Goyle demanded.

"Because if not yours Hannah will be a widow before she's even married, and you don't want her going to Diamond, do you?" I growled.

Goyle shook his head and handed his ring over.

"Thanks, mate, you're a bloody lifesaver." I muttered, putting Goyle's ring in my pocket.

"Anytime, as long as I get my ring back." Goyle muttered as Blaise came out, taking a deep breath.

"Well, come on, gents, let's go get this done." Blaise announced as the limo arrived.

"Let's roll!" I said, leading the charge into the limo.

"Did you see the bridesmaids dresses?" Blaise asked me.

I shook my head. "No. Can't wait to see Hannah in hers."

"You just say that because she's your fiancée!" Blaise accused.

"Obviously. Would you rather I call Duff a hot little piece of ass?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Blaise grabbed his wand and pulled me towards him by the tie. "Call her that again and I'll tell Hannah about when you kissed Potter last night!"

"We were drunk!" I shouted. "Crabbe and Goyle kissed and you kissed Weasley!"

…

We arrived and took our places.

"Bloody hell, I'm nervous." Blaise told me.

"Relax, you'll be fine." I told him.

"I know, but for now, I'm pissing myself." Blaise muttered.

"Don't need to know that, bro." I muttered, rolling my eyes as Wagner's march swelled around the building.

"That'd be the girls." Blaise muttered.

"Relax." I told Blaise for the millionth time. "And don't fuck up your lines." I added.

"Fuck you!" Blaise snapped at me.

I smirked as Weasley's sister walked down the aisle in a red floor length halter dress, followed by Granger in the same thing. Lovegood followed down after Granger, people staring at her radish earrings. Vain followed Lovegood with silver jewellery to match her dress embellishments. Alexander had her dragon on her shoulder in his suit.

My heart stopped when Hannah entered the room. She may not have supposed to be the center of attention that day, but in my world she was.

Her long black hair was pulled up and out of her face in a bun, small curls framing her face.

Her dress indeed was different than everyone else's. Hers was a metallic silver, small accents in the bodice, floor length like everyone else's, slim and elegant.

She locked eyes with me and smirked, tossing me something.

Duff's wedding ring.

"I love you." I told her as she took her place.

"You'd've done the same." Hannah smirked before Wagner's march filled the church and the doors opened once more.

In came Duff with her father, wearing a dark red ball gown with silver accents and a red birdcage veil with a red rose in her hair.

"A lot of red, I know." Hannah mouthed as Duff's father gave her away.

As expected and as we were warned the previous day, the ceremony was long, winded and boring all to hell. Mostly filled with prayers, hymns and the like

"We're having a shorter one than this!" I mouthed to Hannah, who nodded.

…

Hannah POV

I was losing interest quickly. Granted, you'd call me a bad friend. But it was like the Royal Wedding all over again. So dull!

"Han!" Ivy hissed. "The ring, please!"

"Oh, right!" I said, getting the ring from my bouquet and handing it to her as Draco took his from his pocket and handed it to Blaise.

"Bored?" I mouthed.

"Fuck yes." Draco mouthed back as Ivy and Blaise put the rings on. "By the time they're done, it'll be time for us to get married." Draco joked.

I snorted, earning a dark look from Ivy.

"Sorry. Sorry." I muttered. "Best man's fault."

Draco cast me a look. "Thanks for trying to get me in crap." he muttered as we waited to sign the wedding certificate.

I had known this was going to be the last time I would sign my birth name. I took the pen and signed rapidly with a flourish before chucking the pen to Draco, who instantly followed with his signature.

I gave a somewhat innocent grin before finally we got what we were there for.

"I now pronounce you man and wife. Blaise, you may now kiss the bride."

"Finally!" Draco and I said together, smirking triumphantly as Blaise and Ivy intertwined.

Draco and I smirked at each other, me smacking him around the head with my bouquet after we went outside.

"Ow!" Draco shouted. "What the fuck!?"

"That was for almost fucking up the wedding." I said. "Forgetting the ring. Idiot."

"You gave me the ring!" Draco protested as Goyle shoved his hand in Draco's pocket, bringing out his ring.

"Smart." I said, rolling my eyes. "I'm marrying an idiot."

"At least I'm not as big an idiot as to make the ceremony go on and on and on and on and on." Draco groaned. "At least I got to hear someone's beautiful voice."

I flushed. "I was dragged to church with the Muggles, sue me." I giggled. "I know a few. You remember anything about what was going on in there?"

"You mean besides the Peanuts adult speak?" Draco asked. "Only the vows, the ring exchange, the signatures and that's it until now."

I looked over to Blaise and Ivy, Blaise was flushed and Ivy was giggling, wiping her eyes. "She makes a lovely bride, don't you think?" I asked.

"Lovely for you will be a severe understatement." Draco smirked, kissing my temple. "Did I forget to mention you look beautiful?"

I blushed further, observing the scene of Ivy and Blaise getting photos taken. "Thanks." I said. "Hey, Drake…you thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked.

"Oh, God, what are you thinking?" Draco asked, eyebrows raised. "Not in God's house, Hannah."

I cast him a scathing look. "Come on, I set the no more sex before we're married rule."

"Oh, right, prude." Draco muttered. "What?"

"Let's photo bomb them." I laughed.

Draco hoisted me up and kissed me. "Great minds think alight. I was thinking the exact same thing."

I smirked as Draco and I snuck up on Ivy and Blaise and photo bombed one photo.

I gave Ivy bunny ears as Draco gave Blaise devil horns, then we switched for another photo.

The photographer was obviously fighting not to laugh as we snuck off.

"Mission accomplished." we said together, high fiving.

"Come on, you two, in the limo." Ivy said, whacking me around the head with the back of her hand.

"You're mean to your maid of honour." I said, getting in and taking Draco with me, both of us snickering.

"Joke's on her," Draco muttered. "She's got a couple of photo bombed wedding pictures."

I snickered, earning a few looks from Ivy and Blaise. "What's so funny?" Blaise asked.

"Oh, nothing, mate." Draco lied smoothly. "Inside joke."

I smirked and raised two fingers.

Draco and I burst out laughing, clutching each other before sighing.

"Ivy, I guess you're my matron of honour." I laughed.

"Oh, yeah! You'll need a maid of honour now!" Ivy joked.

I hummed. "I don't know!" I said. "I want one of my Slytherin girls, though."

"Rose and Pansy are immediate contenders, knowing you." Draco muttered.

I laughed. "I can't chose though. I love them both equally!"

Draco rubbed my shoulder as I rested my head against his. "You'll think of something."

I grinned as Hermione took a picture. "That's going into the wedding album."

I winked at a giggling Hermione, levitating a bottle of champagne, which Draco nicked.

"To the happy couple!" Draco yelled laughing before taking a swig.

"Oi!" I shouted, yanking the bottle back and drinking. "That was my drink!"

"Get used to it." Draco laughed. "Probably gonna have the Weasley twins nicking stuff off you at the reception, right, Duff?" Draco asked, turning to Ivy.

"Malfoy!" Blaise shouted. "Ivy's my wife now, her name's Zabini!"

Ivy blushed and I laughed.

"Try having this, V." I nodded to Draco.

"Please, been there kissed that." Ivy shuddered.

"It was all worth it to get our proper lovers." Draco pointed out, kissing my forehead.

I grinned, taking a swig of champagne from the bottle that was mine and Draco's.

"One ceremony down, one to go." Ivy said, smirking at me. "Have fun not crying."

"I never said I wasn't gonna cry walking down the aisle. Harry however might be bawling like when he saw me in my wedding dress the first time."

Harry glared at me.

I grinned, giving Harry the peace sign. "You know you love me." I giggled.

"By the way, Han, I found you a veil to go with your dress." Sheila informed me. "Cathedral length."

"Oh, Skinner." I groaned. "That's one more thing I'll have to watch for. But thanks, Sheila."

"Anytime." Sheila grinned as the limo drove on.

…

Late that afternoon, after we had to take pictures, (about as long as the ceremony if that says anything.), we finally got to the reception outside the Burrow.

They put the tent from Bill and Fleur's wedding back up and had the same thing. Same band, same dance floor, same everything. The only difference was that there was actual food instead of like at Bill and Fleur's where there were waiters bringing sandwiches everywhere, I never got to eat and that drew me to a diner after the Death Eaters arrived, luring me to the Death Eater Rae-Anne's trap.

We ate, Draco and I fooling around and making asses out of each other (but we were PG, don't worry.) as I prepared to make my speech.

"Don't piss yourself." Draco muttered to me just before I was going up.

"Don't shit your pants." I said back, smirking at him. "Because you're right after me."

Ivy stood up and took the mic. "OI!" she shouted at the top of her lungs.

Everyone tensed at the static, including me.

"Thanks, ok, hi." Ivy grinned. "We're going to hear from my maid of honour now. Han, if you please." Ivy handed me off the mic.

I swallowed, standing.

"So help me, this best not have any sex jokes." Ivy threatened.

"Don't worry, it's clean. To a point." I said, taking the mic and facing everyone. "What's up?" I asked everyone. "Seriously, what's up, I need filler here. I'm gonna need an occasion, an occupation and a musical instrument."

Everyone laughed.

"AH!" I laughed, stepping forward. "I got you all! I know what's going on!" I giggled. "Ok, serious now. Hi, for those foreign wizards, witches and Muggles who don't know me, my name's Twilight Sparkle and welcome to Ponyville!"

The Muggles in the room burst out laughing.

"Ok, ok, for real this time in case the bride wants to kill me." I said, taking a deep breath. "My name is Hannah Potter, the bride's best friend and if you lot don't know I'm the maid of honour, seriously? Were you not paying attention to the bride on her day of days? For shame, all of you."

Everyone laughed, Fred and George almost out of their seats with their laughter.

"First off, I'd like to give mad props to Mr and Mrs Arthur Weasley for letting Ivy and Blaise have this shindig here. Everyone, raise your glasses to Mr and Mrs Weasley!"

Everyone toasted a flushing Mr and Mrs Weasley.

"Ok, now that I've done my good karma for the day, Ivy won't kill me after this speech. I'm here to tell you lot about all the good things about Ivy and Blaise." I said, sitting on the table and settling my skirts and waiting a bit. "Any ideas?"

Draco laughed.

"Seriously, though, I remember the time Ivy and Blaise first hooked up. Mostly, it was mine and my own future husband's idea, who also happens to be the best man." I laughed. "It started in the Potions room at Hogwarts. Draco and I knew that Blaise and Ivy liked each other, so we had a best of both worlds situation. Get Ivy and Blaise working together and then we get to work together. Snape liked us like that anyways. Well, they didn't start off well off the hop, so after a few years of coaxing Ivy, she finally started dating Blaise…and the rest as they say, is history.

Now, as the maid of honour, I feel like it's my responsibility…no, my duty, to give Blaise this." I held up the bag I made the week before. "The keys to a successful union with Ivy Suzanne Zabini."

I held up the first item on the list. "Earplugs!" I held them up. "Because she snores like a dying moose!"

Everyone laughed and Ivy growled at me.

I grinned, giving them to Draco and holding up. "Coupons for Ben and Jerry's! Her favourite flavour is Chocolate Fudge Brownie! Ironically, she doesn't like my favourite…Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough."

Ivy grinned at me, her growling stopped.

I smirked at her and held up. "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Have fun watching it, Blaise."

Ivy beamed at me as I held up "Another pack of earplugs, so Ivy doesn't have to listen to you with funds."

Ivy burst out laughing with everyone else.

"And last but not least…" I held up a picture of me. "Fear of her best friend. Because if you break her, I'll bust your face in like Al Capone!"

Everyone laughed and I gave Blaise the bag.

"So, Ivy, sure, I was going to make a few sex jokes, but I'll leave that to Draco. I'll apologize for him now so I don't blush later. So I apologize for my fiancé's behaviour."

Draco cast me a "You're no fun!" look.

I grinned. "Ivy, you've been my best friend for seven years, actually eight. Who'd have thought that you and I getting the same copy of The Standard Book of Spells: Grade 1 would bring about a friendship that lasted through getting the Philosopher's Stone, the opening of the Chamber of Secrets and our huge ass fight, getting my Godfather set free, the Triwizard Tournament, Voldemort's return, mine and Draco's break up…you get the idea. Even though you tried to keep me from Draco, you're still like the sister I've never had and I love you to pieces. So thanks for meeting me that day in Flourish and Blott's. and Blaise, don't be an asshole to her or I'll be coming up to Zabini Hall and kicking your asshole until it's bloody."

Everyone laughed and I held up my glass.

"Besides me and Draco, I've never met two people more right for each other than you two. I wish you both all the best. And I want that first born daughter named after me!" I joked, laughing with everyone. "So stand up and raise your glass to my girl and her man. Here's to Blaise and Ivy Zabini!" I took a swig of champagne "And now we'll hear from my sexy best man, Draco Lucius Malfoy."

I handed the mic to Draco, who kissed me briefly.

"Thanks, Hannah, touching yet miraculously funny." Draco smirked at me.

I grinned at him before he continued.

"So, before I begin my speech, the Weasleys have informed me that for safety reasons, to please not stand on the tables and chairs during my standing ovation."

"Malfoy, get to the point!" Blaise shouted.

Draco rolled his eyes. "I'm Draco Lucius Malfoy and I'm Blaise's best mate and best man, and you are the luckiest people in the world at the moment, aside from my beautiful fiancée for the pleasure of knowing me lies ahead of you. When Blaise asked me to be his best man, it was the same day his bride asked my then-girlfriend to be her maid of honour. Hannah screamed and hugged her, and I just said 'Sure, why not?' Then I found out I had to make a speech…then I thought 'Crap!'"

Everyone laughed.

"Blaise and I go back to our days after Hannah was taken away to live with the Dursleys. I knew Blaise since I was born. I met him after he was, I'm older by a few months, sadly when Hannah came along, I pretty much told him to bugger off, but hey, it was for a girl!"

Blaise laughed and I blushed.

"Blaise and I shared a dorm at Hogwarts. Since we were impressionable teenagers and I was ready and willing to try anything new, I started dressing like him, him having a distinct fashion style. At least until Hannah started chasing me around Hogwarts castle for stealing her clothes."

I laughed.

"So, Blaise created my sense of humour into what it is today. I tried to make this speech as amusing as possible, but if it isn't at all, blame Blaise."

We all laughed harder.

"So they say that the best man only has three jobs. Make a speech, have the bride's wedding ring and make sure the groom shows up. Two out of three isn't bad, and I'd like to thank my future bride for finding the ring for me."

I grinned and Blaise cast Draco a scathing look.

"Not only does the groom have to show up. I had to make sure he showed up on time, sober and looking his best. Well, sorry, all, I couldn't make him look his best without plastic surgery or a Polyjuice potion."

I snickered.

"So I'm not going to tell you all about the time that Blaise's fat ass broke a chair at my place…let's just say that my Mother still doesn't trust him after that, or the time that during the war he took a piss in the corner of the dungeon. There was my beloved there, bro, and my sister! Not cool."

Me, Harry, Blaise and Draco started laughing. We knew that instance all too well.

"But I'm not that mean. but I will tell you one thing about Blaise. I could tell you a lot of the things that sums up his character, but I think a very widely known hand gesture would sum all that up very well."

Blaise laughed. "So true, mate."

"I'm not saying that Blaise is a prude…but these were the underwear that he wore in the years he was dating his wife." Draco held up a pair of boxers with a sewn on chastity belt. "Can we say Male Marian?"

We laughed.

"Alright, alright, seriously now, seriously." Draco stopped laughing and threw Blaise's boxers back at him. "Blaise, you may be an ass, and you may be a perverted prude and you may piss where you please, but you're all in all my best mate. Although I wanted this to be me today with Hannah, I'm glad there was a wedding today to my best mate and Hannah's best mate. And be grateful. I could have made the a speech should be as long as it takes for a groom to climax joke…well, now that that's out of the way, to Blaise and Ivy Zabini!" Draco raised his glass and took a swig of his drink as everyone laughed and did the same.

"You're an ass!" I told Draco as he sat down. "You one upped me!"

"Sorry." Draco smirked.

…

Ivy grabbed me after her first dance. (which the song was Listen to Your Heart by Cascada.)

"What?" I asked as she dragged me on the dance floor.

"You have to dance, too, princess." Ivy told me.

I paled. "Ivy, I can't dance to save my life!"

Blaise smirked and shoved me into Draco. "Who d'you think's leading, Han?"

I rolled my eyes. "Damn aristocratic flair." I muttered as Draco grabbed my waist as I wrapped my arms around his neck, laying my head over his chest.

"To think, the next time there's going to be someone figuratively wearing a white dress…" Draco murmured.

"It'll be us." I giggled, moving with him as I held him close.

Draco just smirked and kissed my forehead. "Believe me, afterwards, I won't be able to keep my hands off you."

I blushed. "Been done." I giggled, reaching up to kiss him.

Draco grinned and cupped my face.

…

Ivy grabbed me two hours later.

"What?" I asked as she dragged me onto the dance floor.

"You honestly think that I'm letting you miss out on the bouquet toss?" Ivy asked, parking me next to Ginny and Hermione.

"Ivy, I'm engaged!" I shouted, trying to dig in my heels.

"Not married, though!" Ivy shouted over her shoulder.

I sighed. I was too late. I was already on the floor.

Ivy chucked her bouquet over her shoulder and I felt the thorns of the roses prick one of my fingers.

I grinned and held onto the bouquet desperately as Hermione and Ginny clawed at me for it.

"Not happening!" I shouted, holding it up in the air. "Chaser reflects since first year!"

Ivy spun around and lifted me off the ground, hugging me. (A/N: That's exactly what happened to me at my aunts wedding in fifth grade. I caught the bouquet and my aunt lifted me up off the ground.)

I hugged her back tightly as I pushed her into a chair as Blaise hitched up her skirt and crawled under to get her blue garter.

Draco was fuming in front of the men. No doubt Blaise had dragged him there as Ivy dragged me.

Blaise gave a wink at me and shot the garter into Draco's surprised face.

Draco held the garter in hand and hoisted my skirt up to put it on.

I laughed, holding onto his shoulders as he hoisted me up. (Don't worry, the skirt was a long one.)

I grinned and threw my arms around Draco, the two of us laughing.

Draco spun me around and kissed my forehead, Fred and George Weasley laughing

"You have to admit, though, Forge." George laughed. "They are the perfect pair."

"A match made in heaven, Gred." Fred grinned. "Why didn't we start this whole thing again?"

"Because you were hopelessly in love with Hannah." George pointed out. "I don't forget. You still love her?"

"As a sister, yes." Fred admitted. "I'm just happy that she's happy."

Draco set me down and we grinned at each other.

…

Blaise and Ivy had left for their "secret" honeymoon (if they wanted secret, try marrying Draco. He was set on not telling me where he was taking me!) and the Weasleys were helping clear up.

Draco hoisted me up and slung me over his shoulder as I yawned.

"Let's go home." Draco told me. "You need sleep."

I smiled as Draco bid goodbye to the Weasleys for me and Apparated back to the Manor.

…

Draco opened the gate and carried me into the Manor and up to my room, smoothing my hair as I felt myself start to fall asleep.

Draco laid me in our bed and slowly took the bobby pins out of my hair, brushing the hair off my temple and kissing it.

I smiled to myself, letting myself pretend to fall asleep as Draco cleaned up. I finally had time to think about what I had dreamt about before Ivy woke me up to get ready for her wedding. Naturally, I couldn't tell Draco about that dream. I didn't want him to worry.

How the Skinner was Lucius Malfoy going to get to me and Draco if he was in Azkaban? Who was this Cronus…who was the figure…and why was Electricia Munville so delusional?

But Electricia's delusion was far from my concern. I was worried about how Lucius Malfoy was going to get to Draco and I…this was not normal.

Either the someone who took Gwen and hexed that Bludger was working with the Death Eaters and that him or her was (or *gulp* were) going to bring me to Azkaban and put me at Lucius Malfoy's mercy.

It wasn't that that terrified me. It was the fact that Draco would obviously come running to save me and that something would happen to him.

I felt the bed sink a little and felt Draco wrap his arms around me.

And then I didn't need to pretend to sleep any more.