[A/N: Wow, isn't it strange how something as simple as a soft drink can be called by so many different names? Amazing. Anywho, this chapter is dedicated to a reader who's getting hitched in December. Love you, Nicole!]

"Mum, I think my makeup looks fine," Emily said. "I just hope I don't face plant when I'm walking down the aisle."

"You know I won't let you fall," Harry said walking into the room.

"How is my wonderful husband to be?" Emily asked.

"Pumped," Harry said. "It's like someone took a needle full of adrenaline and jabbed it into his neck."

"Sounds like my Fred," Emily said. "Have you seen how your sister looks in this dress?"

"Please stop. You've made me twirl for every person that's come in here," I said. "Today is about you."

"Yes it is, so do as I say and twirl damn it," Emily said.

I stood up and twirled for Harry.

"You're adorable with your little baby bump," he chuckled.

"Isn't it funny how the bow makes it really obvious," Emily said. "I don't understand why you're so cranky today of all days."

"Em, you know I love you and that I'm happy for you and Fred, but I started my day off by throwing up into a toilet and I've had the worst headache ever since," I said.

"Can't you take something for the headache?" Ginny asked.

"No. Dana says I'm not allowed," I said.

"You most certainly are allowed, however we do not have any medicine with us that you could take that could potentially harm your baby," Dana said continuing to fuss over Emily. "You will have your medicine soon enough. Promise."

"Emily your mother is Satan," I said. "When we're standing at the altar and you see me crying it will be because my head and my feet will be hurting."

"Hannah, you're ten times more entertaining now than you were before you got pregnant," Parvati said.

"We're going to tell your child this story," Hermione said.

"And that's why you're not a godparent and Ron is," I said.

"I'm sure he'd be laughing at you if he were here," Harry said.

"See my aforementioned statement in response to what you just said to me," I said.

The door opened again and Veronica stepped inside carrying a tiny vial.

"Thank goodness you're back. I couldn't take another moment of Hannah's whining," Dana said as Veronica dropped the potion in my lap. "For your headaches."

"Thank you," I said opening the vial and drinking it down.

"And it's time to get started if you're ready," Veronica said.

"Cue the music. I'm ready," Emily said. She kissed her mother on the cheek and then Veronica dragged Dana out of the room. Emily took a deep breath. "This is really it you guys."

888

"This was supposed to be a happy occasion," I said.

"It is. Just ignore them," Ginny said.

"How did they get invited anyway?" I asked.

"Emily is just way too nice. He asked if he was invited and Emily caved. When he sent the invitation back it, he checked plus one," Hermione said.

"And that's his plus one?" I asked.

We were at the reception now and had spotted two very unwelcomed guests. Cormac McLaggen and Marius Drake.

"I hate wedding crashers," Parvati said shaking her head. "You've told Draco and Harry-."

"To not touch them under pain of death until we leave? Yes," I said.

"I'm glad you added that 'until we leave' subtext," Hermione said.

"Agreed—if anyone deserves a swift kick in the ass and then some it's those two," Parvati said.

"You girls aren't still on about those two are you?" George asked, putting his arm around his little sister. "Ignore them. I have some fun news."

"What?" I asked.

"Well since my mother has asked me to be on my best behavior on this, the day of my brother's wedding, Fred and I decided that things were going to be pretty borrowing, especially with Hannah here on the straight and narrow for a while," George said. "So Fred and I asked Ron, Harry, and Draco to do us a favor."

"Oh, no," Hermione groaned.

"Exactly," George said with a smile. "Just don't let them get alcohol poisoning."

George stalked off. I shook my head.

"I'm going to get some punch," I said. "Maybe if I drink enough sugar I'll be so hyped up that I won't care about what they're doing."

"Unlikely," Parvati replied.

I walked over to the drink table and filled a glass to the top with bubbly, red punch.

"Ah, Hannah, it's been a while," a voice said.

I knew this voice. At one point in time it made me weak but now it made me nauseous.

"Don't I have a restraining order against you?" I asked.

"It expired last week," he said.

"Ah. Well in that case, Marius, hope you're enjoying yourself," I said not even turning around to him.

"What? Is that all? No witty comeback? No snarky comment?" he asked.

"I'm in a good mood, it's a happy occasion and I'm not going to spoil it on your account," I said.

"Where's your boy friend at?" he asked.

"Searching for a reason to kick your ass even though I told him not to. I wouldn't give him one," I said.

Marius chuckled. "So, have you heard, I'm dating Pansy Parkinson?"

I laughed, and not just any laugh, one of those laughs that my head lose oxygen and that came from a good place deep down inside.

"What?" I asked.

"Think that's funny?" he asked.

"No, I just didn't think she was your type," I said. "Then again, you are really passionate about animals and Pansy does resemble a pug. I can see the attraction."

Marius scoffed. "You're just jealous."

And then, I laughed again.

"Wow, you're still hilarious. Why would I be jealous of a girl who relentlessly harassed me and tried to get me tossed out of school repeatedly?" I asked.

"I'd want you out as well if I could," Marius said.

"Right, that's why you tried so hard to get me to date you, to help you with your master plan to get me tossed out. Of course it all makes sense now," I said, rolling my eyes.

"I was dating you because I thought you were easy," he said.

*If I had a galleon. . .*

"And where on earth did you get that notion?" I asked.

"You look the part," he said.

"How does one look easy? Please tell me," I said.

"Well, there's no better indicator than getting knocked up at 16 is there? I bet you still let Malfoy have his way with you every now and again. Look on the bright side—you don't have to use condoms anymore," he said.

I had half a mind to slap him but decided against it. Instead I took my drink and splashed it in his face.

"How dare you?" I asked.

"Well with all that stuff I'd heard about you and Malfoy I figured I wouldn't have to try very hard," Marius said.

I filled my glass back up and splashed it on him again.

"You're insane," Marius said.

I filled my glass up and splashed it on him once more.

"The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. You insult me, I toss my drink on you. You insult me, I toss my drink on you. Clearly, you are the insane one," I said I filled my glass back up. "But who knows, maybe next time I won't splash you. Would you like to find out?"

"What's going on over here?" Draco asked, Harry and Ron in tow.

"Oh, you know, we're just testing out this theory to see if Drake here is insane," I said.

"You're a bitch," Marius said.

I splashed my drink on him. "Yep, he's insane."

"I think you ought to leave," Harry said.

Marius leered at me and then stalked off.

"What happened?" Ron asked.

"First of all, he's dating Pansy, which is hilarious," I said.

"Pansy Parkinson?" Draco asked. I nodded. "Way to down grade."

"Says the boy who dated Astoria Greengrass," I said.

". . . Touché," he said.

"Well anyway, he told me I was easy and that's the only reason he went out with me in the first place. I decided it was better to just splash my drink on him than to hit him or break my glass and try to shank him with it," I said.

"Okay, slow down, Crazy, slow down," Ron said.

"I did. I didn't shank him did I?" I asked.

"Do you know how terrible it is that that is the first place your brain goes to?" Harry said.

"Whatever," I said.

"Dumbledore's here. He's looking for you," Draco said.

"Is he?" I asked. "Where is he?"

"Give him a second. I'm sure he'll pop up," Ron said.

"Who'll pop up?"

And of course, there was Dumbledore.

"There we go," Ron said.

"Hannah, I was looking for you," Dumbledore said. "This is Rebecca Rivers. She works as the minister's personal assistant."

There was a tall woman standing next to Dumbledore. She had long curly brown hair and was looking frantically through her purse.

"Uh, Miss Rivers," Dumbledore said.

She looked up at him and then over to me.

"Hi! You must be Hannah! Tonks' desk is covered in your pictures. . . And yours. . . And yours. . . And there's one of you too," she said pointing to Harry, Ron and Draco. She returned to digging in her purse. "Anyway, sorry Rufus is in your business all the time. I had to threaten to break his hands so he wouldn't send you baby stuff, but compared to Cornelius he's much easier to handle. Ten times less crazy."

"Glad to hear it," I said.

"Aha! I found it!" she cheered as she pulled a letter out of her purse. "This is from the department of education. The results of your NEWTs."

"Oh," I said taking the letter. I opened it and pulled out the paper inside. I looked it over.

"Well?" Dumbledore asked.

"Whoa. . . All Os," I said. "I was sure I was going to get an A in ancient runes, but I didn't!"

"Fantastic job, Hannah," Draco said.

"And I also have this for you," she said, pulling another letter out of her purse.

I opened this letter. "It says I've been scheduled to take my teaching license exam next Friday."

"Don't worry. Teaching exam is easy as pie, especially since you got all Os on the NEWT," Rebecca said. "Congrats by the way."

"Thank you," I said.