A/N: I know this chapter took me a little longer than usual as well, not as long as the last chapter took me, but still, a while. I had trouble with this chapter after about the first 300 words because I didn't know what I wanted to have happen. It'd been so long since I'd actually written anything for this story and I couldn't think of anything. Luckily, today I had this epiphany and so I was able to turn those measly 300 words into nearly two thousand, which means that this chapter isn't really as long as usual, but I had to end it where I did...sorry. Happy reading :)

Harry's POV

Draco told me that he'd take care of all the wedding planning. I felt bad that he was taking this all on by himself. Then again, with the burden of the planning the wedding completely off of my shoulders I could focus on whatever was going on between Draco's father and Hermione.

So, while Draco was in the room behind Viola's portrait planning the wedding, I made my way up to Gryffindor Tower. Classes had ended for the day and so Hermione would most likely be in the Common Room. The Common Room was full of Gryffindors when I climbed through the portrait hole. In the crowd of people, I almost missed Hermione sitting by herself in the far corner of the Common Room. There was a wide bubble of empty space around her. It seemed like she was the outcast of Gryffindor.

I felt bad. The Hermione that I had been friends with since first year would never do something like this to me intentionally. I pushed my way through the Common Room until I was standing across the table from Hermione. She looked up at me. For a long time neither of us spoke. Her face was blank, expressionless. I wondered if she was under the Imperius Curse. I wouldn't put it past Mr. Malfoy.

"Are you here to tell me that you've finally realized that I was right?" She asked calmly. She sounded exactly as she always had. How was I supposed to tell if she had been cursed or not?

Before I could say anything, Ron was pulling me away from Hermione and towards the boys' dormitory. "What are you doing talking to her?" He asked over the dull roar. "We could report her to McGonagall if she was threatening you again."

I shook my head quickly. Originally, Draco was going to be the first person I told about everything, as soon as I had everything figured out that is, but it would be so nice to have someone to help me figure out what was going on. I told Ron everything I knew about the connection between what had happened and Hermione and Mr. Malfoy. "So you think she's under the Imperius Curse?" Ron asked.

"Or something like that." I nodded. "I don't' want Draco to know anything about it yet though. I have Dobby keeping an eye on Mr. Malfoy. Do you think you could keep watch on Hermione? Make a note of any odd behavior and tell me about it?"

Ron nodded and looked over at Hermione. "I hope she's under some sort of curse." He said. "It hurts to think that she'd to this of her own free will." I nodded in agreement.

It was getting late, so I said goodbye to Ron and went to join Draco in our rooms behind Viola's portrait.

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The next morning, I woke alone in the bed. I remembered going to bed before Draco, who was still making plans for the wedding, and wondered if he had come to bed at all last night. When I found him sleeping in one of the armchairs, I had my answer.

I smiled to myself as I came up behind him. "Good morning." I whispered in his ear. He stirred, blinking blearily. His hand came up and rubbed his neck. I kissed the side of his head as I massaged his shoulders. He moaned and rolled his head from side to side, stretching. "Did you sleep well?" I asked lightly.

Draco laughed. "No. Now I know why sleeping on the couch is such an effective threat." He tilted his head back and looked up at me. "But I got a lot planned for the wedding."

I stopped rubbing his shoulders and walked around the chair to sit on his lap. "Tell me what you've planned so far." I curled my head under his chin and rested it against his chest. I could hear his heart beating.

He told me about his plans, but I didn't pay much attention. Draco's deep voice rumbled in his chest and lulled me back to sleep.

When I woke up, I had a knot in my neck. I stretched it out slowly. Draco laughed. "Now you know how I feel." He kissed the top of my head and rubbed my neck gently with one of his large hands. After a few blissful moments, Draco said, "Not that I don't' love sitting with you like this, but my legs have fallen asleep." I lifted myself slowly off of Draco's lap. He stood and lifted his long arms above his head, causing his shirt to ride up and expose a few inches of his well-toned abs.

"What are you plans for today?" I asked as he arched his back in a feline fashion. His glance at the wedding plans spread out on the table next to the armchair had me shaking my head. "I'm not letting you stay inside all day. You're already pale enough, and it's a beautiful day outside.

Draco smiled. "What did you have in mind then?" He asked. Grinning, I took Draco's hand in mine and led him out of our rooms. "Where are you taking me?"

"You'll see." I said as we reached the Entrance Hall. Dozens of students were on their way out to the grounds. The sun was shining brightly, reflecting off of the surface of the lake. Students were camped out in groups along the shore. Draco started down the path leading towards the crowd, but I tugged on his arm and directed him towards the Quidditch Pitch.

I took my broom from where it was kept in the shed, but when Draco reached for his I slapped his hand away. "What was that for?" He pouted as he cradled his 'injured' hand to his chest.

"I didn't think you'd need a broom, Mr. Veela Man."

Draco pulled a face and I laughed. "Mr. Veela Man?" He asked. I nodded. "You are one strange Gryffindor."

"But you wouldn't have me any other way." I said as I removed the snitch he had given me for Christmas from my pocket.

He raised an eyebrow at the snitch I held in my hand. "Don't you think that's a little unfair? Playing with a snitch that's attuned to you?"

I let it go and the snitch whirred around both of our heads. "Honestly, I don't think it can tell the difference." I smirked. "Weren't you just telling me a few months ago that I'm your other half?"

Draco and I went out to the center of the Pitch. I let go of the snitch and it disappeared almost instantly. "Five…four…" I got onto my broom and prepared to kick off. "Three…two…Merlin! What's that?" I shouted, pointing over Draco's shoulder. He whipped his head around to look and I took off faster than you could say 'Accio.'

"You little cheat!" Draco called as he raced after me.

We played Seeker games for a while, but it was clear that we were too evenly matched. After we had each caught the snitch four times, the two of us flew in lazy circles, enjoying the midday sun on our shoulders. I floated over to Draco on the gentle breeze. His wings flapped slowly as he hovered.

I leaned forward on my broom and tapped his shoulder lightly. "You're it." I said and shot away from him.

Draco watched me with a curious expression on his face. "I'm what?" He asked, his voice travelling easily over the silent pitch.

Cautiously, I flew closer to my Veela. "It's a Muggle game. I tagged you and now you're it. To stop being it, you have to tag someone else and then they're it."

He still seemed a little confused as he flew slowly towards me. I watched him closely and flew backwards to keep the distance. He picked up speed, his wings glowing in the sunlight. Turning around, I flew at top speed towards the other end of the pitch. Draco laughed and chased after me.

I lost sight of him for a second as I pulled out of a sharp dive. That second stretched into a minute in which I could not locate my fiancé. I began to get nervous. I could practically feel him watching me, hidden somewhere in the Quidditch Pitch. Suddenly, his hand was on my shoulder. "You're it." He whispered in my ear, causing shivers to run down my spine.

"Not fair!" I yelled as I turned around to chase him. He just laughed as he taunted me from the other end of the pitch.

Several times I got so close to catching him, only to have him escape at the last moment. "Admit it!" He yelled as I dove after him. "I'm faster than you!"

I shook my head and wiped sweat from my brow. "Never!"

He pulled out of the dive and flew the length of pitch before climbing through the air. I followed as closely as I could. As I ascended after him, I could feel my hands start slipping from my broom handle. It had gotten warm and my hands were moist with sweat. I tightened my grip and flattened myself against my broom to achieve maximum speed.

The next thing I know, my broom is above me and I'm free falling to the ground. "Draco!" I yell, hoping he can hear me, because I can barely hear myself over the air rushing past my ears. I clenched my eyes, unwilling to see my death rushing towards me.

I could faintly hear the strong beating of Draco's wings as he rushed towards me. I prayed to Merlin that he'd reach me in time. I was too young to die. There were so many things that I still had to do: marry Draco, kill Voldemort, start a family. Terror gripped tighter at my heart with each passing second. It felt like I had been falling for the longest time, and I had yet to hit the ground.

Finally, a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist and completely stopped my descent. My feet were placed on the ground, but I couldn't stand on my own yet, I was shaking too badly. "Thank Merlin you caught me." I said, trying to laugh, but it came out as more of a breathy whimper. "I really thought I was dead there for a second." I took a few deep breaths and opened my eyes.

A/n: I know it seems like a really abrupt ending for the chapter, but you'll see why I had to do it in the next chapter, which will hopefully be up soon, but school has kept me rather busy :P Please review :)