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Chapter 36 - The Wedding, Part I –
Draco stood in the middle of the hubbub and for a moment, he was in awe. He had just met some of these people yesterday, the rest barely knew him until yesterday, and yet here they were getting ready for his wedding. Odd, but in a nice way. Percy walked up to Draco and said, "Don't you have a wedding in which you need to get ready?" That brought him out of his distraction, and he ran up the stairs to his room.
Meanwhile, in Ginny's old room, Hermione was making the final changes to her dress. Ginny transfigured a dress for herself, and was helping Hermione.
"You need your something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue," Ginny said.
"That's not necessary, is it?" Hermione asked, a bit unsure.
"Yes it's necessary! Now, here is something you can borrow." Ginny walked over to her old dresser, and opened the top drawer. Inside was a small black box. Ginny opened the box, and handed Hermione a jeweled hairpin. It looked very old. Handing it to Hermione, she said, "This was my great-aunt Muriel's. She let me borrow it when I got married, and I never gave it back." Ginny chuckled.
"It's very pretty," Hermione said. She put it beside her dress on the bed. She held up her arm and said, "My bracelet Draco gave me can be my something old."
"Okay, so let's find the blue and the new," Ginny said. She gasped and said, "I have the blue, stay there!" She ran out the room, as Draco was running by. He looked in the door Ginny left opened, and saw Hermione standing before the bed, in deep contemplation. He knocked on the door. She whipped around fast. She ran up to the door, shutting it all but a hair.
"You might have seen my dress!" she exclaimed.
"I might have, but I didn't," he pointed out. "How is everything? No second thoughts, are there?"
"No, no second thoughts. I rather like it like this, rushed and hurried. I thrive on things like this. It makes it seem more real. You aren't having second thoughts are you?" she quizzed.
"Never."
"Do you regret that your parents aren't here?" she asked.
"Never." He wasn't telling the truth.
"Okay, just wanted to check. I wonder what my parents are thinking. Harry said he would explain everything to them. I know they trust my judgment, but this must seem a bit crazy to them. Oh well, no matter." She shrugged. She started to shut the door. He put his hand on the smooth wood and stopped her.
"May I have a wedding day kiss?" he asked.
"When the officiate announces us husband and wife, you shall receive your kiss," she said. She seemed serious. He frowned, and huffed, and with overly exaggerated contempt, he left her in the doorway and went across the hall to his room. She waited until he shut the door. She watched as George ran past her first, and then she crossed the hall and went to Draco's room. She knocked on the door.
"Yes?" he said, opening the door, as if he were expecting her.
"I've decided I want that kiss now," she said.
"Hermione, is this how our whole marriage will be? When I want something, I don't get it, and when you want something, it's going to happen?" he questioned.
"Pretty much," she said.
"Just wanted to know." He grabbed her arm and pulled her in the room. Still pulling on her as he shut the door, he pulled her tightly to his body, wrapping his arms around her. His mouth crashed down on hers, in a forceful, demanding kiss, which would have curled her hair, if nature had not already beaten it to it. Draco opened her soft, willing mouth under his, twirling his tongue with hers. His right hand went up to her face, as he moved his head to the side, to deepen the kiss. He started to pull on her lips with his mouth, licking around the plumpness of her lips, before going back to plunge his tongue in once more.
He let go of her face, and his left hand traveled lower than her waist, to cup her bottom, as his right arm went to her leg, to pull her leg up slightly, to rest on his hip. Goodness, he could not get close enough to her.
He took the two steps necessary to fall backwards on the bed, knowing she had no choice but to fall with him. She stayed on top of him, her breasts pressed hard against his chest. His hands roamed her back. She pulled her head up, looked at him in a hurry, and then sank back into his comfort. She began to kiss his neck, both hands roaming under the bottom of his t-shirt. As she was kissing his neck, and collarbone, he said, "Why can you touch my breasts and I can't touch yours?"
He moved to his side, again, bringing her with him. He pulled down the strap from her sundress, as far as it would go, exposing the top swell of her breasts. He kissed her neck, and then her chest, and then the rise of each breast. His hand rested on the outside of the dress, his thumb moving slightly back and forth over the mound. He kissed her cleavage, and then with his tongue, he licked her with a long stroke up to her jaw. He nibbled on the sensitive skin by her ear. His hand stayed on one breast, still on top of her dress, and his leg trapped her underneath him.
He looked at her and said, "Normally, this is where the knock on the door would interrupt us, so perhaps I should stop."
"Perhaps," she said breathlessly, underneath him. He was also breathing hard, as he was hard elsewhere, and he bent his head, no longer looking at her eyes. He was trying to find the control to let her go, but he was afraid it was a losing battle. Where was that bloody knock on the door when he needed it? He rested his forehead against hers, kissed her mouth once more, and then rolled off her. He sat on the side of the bed.
She remained on her back for a moment, unable to see his expression. She deftly put one hand on his back, under his shirt again. She felt him shudder. She knew it was in a good way, so she didn't mention it. She pulled up her strap, and sat beside him. They sat on the bed, side by side, when a knock came to the door.
"They're late," Draco said. Hermione laughed. She stood up to open the door. Of all people, it was her dad.
"I was told I could find your future husband in here. May I speak to him?" Dr. Granger asked.
Hermione's eyes widened in shock. She looked at Draco, who was now standing behind her. "I won't be but a minute, Hermione," her dad said. He practically pushed her out of the room, to the hall, and shut the door.
She stood on the outside, ready to protest, but instead she turned back around, to head to her room. She knew it was her father's right to talk to the man she decided to marry after a whirlwind twenty-four hour courtship. She traveled the short distant to her room, and found her mother examining her dress.
"Beautiful, darling," her mum said.
"Thanks," Hermione said hesitantly. She realized this was an ambush. Her father taking Draco, her mother taking her. Okay, she thought, let the onslaught begin.
"Ginny said you still need your something new and blue. I have the new," She said. Hermione was curious, but also weary, for surely her mum had more to say about this strange wedding than that.
Her mum held up a bookmark. Hermione was a bit shocked. A bookmark? Her mother smiled, seeing the perplexed expression on Hermione's face. "I know, odd, but I just bought it for you yesterday, and when that nice man came to tell us that he was bringing us here, for your wedding," her mother emphasized those last two words, "Well, I thought, 'I have her something new', even if I can't help with the wedding any other way."
"Oh, Mum, I'm sorry," Hermione said, throwing her arms around her mother. "I am spoiling your right to throw your only daughter a wedding."
"Goodness, Hermione, you have to know that's not what's important," her mum stated, stroking her daughter's cheek. "What's important is that you're in love, and I can tell you are. You look happier after one day with this man, than all the days you were with Ron. Don't worry about such things on your wedding day. Though, at first, I have to admit, I thought this was a bit too soon after Ron's marriage."
Her mum led her to the bed, and moved aside the dress. She sat down, bringing Hermione down beside her. Hermione fingered the bookmark for a moment, before looking at her mother. "You know, I met your father for the very first time at a New Year's Eve party. We were with other people, and had never even met. He was one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. I told my best friend the night of the party that I was going to marry that man someday. She laughed and asked me why, and I said, 'He's so good looking; I am bound to have beautiful children'. She laughed at my shallowness, but I meant every word." She stopped talking for a moment, to hold Hermione's hand. "I was right, too," she added.
"Then, we went on our first date two days later. Apparently, he noticed me as well. As you know, the rest is history. We were engaged by Valentine's Day, and married by March 17. Everyone thought we rushed our relationship, getting married three months after we met, but it felt right. It still does. I know your twenty-four hour courtship is rushing things, but I would have married your father twenty-four hours after meeting him. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I approve, so just try to relax and be happy." Her mum leaned over, kissed her daughter's cheek, and stood up. "I need to go help Mrs. Weasley. You should get dressed now. Your father will come up for you before the ceremony."
Hermione sat there in awe. Her parents accepted this. That made her so close to tears, that she almost couldn't contain herself.
In Draco's room, Dr. Granger had actually told him the same story. Then he said, "Wizard or not, I will personally hurt you if you hurt my daughter." He shook Draco's hand and walked out the room. He went back downstairs. Draco started getting dressed, but suddenly, he was stopped by the feeling of regret he had. He wanted his parents here as well. Did he have time to go collect them? Would they even come? He had to take that chance. He finished dressing quickly, and then opened the bedroom door. He was going to tell the first person he saw that he would be right back. The first person he saw was baby Victoire walking down the hall. Her mother came running after her.
"Fleur, will you do me a favour?" Draco asked, as the woman picked her daughter up in her arms.
"Anything," she said with a smile.
"Will you let everyone know that I've gone for a moment, to tell my parents about the wedding? I doubt it will make a difference, and they probably won't come, but I need to tell them," Draco said.
"Of course," she replied.
Draco disapparated away. Hermione was standing in the doorway of her room, having heard the entire exchange. It made her happy he was telling his parents, so she was cautiously optimistic, but she was also slightly afraid. She hoped he wouldn't be too upset, if the outcome was less than favourable. She turned back around, and with Ginny returning to the room with her something blue, she started to prepare for her wedding.
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