Hermione Jean Granger was going crazy.
Oh, she was extremely happy about what was happening that day. But she couldn't help worrying like crazy.
"Hermione? Hermione!"
She turned to Ginny, who had said her name. The girl was frowning at her, and Hermione was pretty sure that Ginny was frowning at her for frowning.
"Stop. Worrying. Nothing is going to get fucked out. You and Narcissa have spent months planning this. You got the perfect dress, the perfect venue, the perfect floral arrangement, and the perfect guy. Nothing to stress about. Now put on your dress, let Daphne do your hair, and then let Pansy do your makeup. Stop stressing. Please."
"Yes, darling, do us all a favor," drawled Mrs. Malfoy, who lounged in her cerulean dress on a chaise. Hermione smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry, Mrs. Malfoy."
She tsked. "Narcissa, dear, how many times must I tell you that? Today you are becoming the Mrs. Malfoy, and I really don't want to get anyone confused. And I don't want to see anything but smiles today."
"Yes, Mrs. Mal— Narcissa."
She supposed that Ginny wasn't wrong. She had the perfect dress. It was fitted with a straight, off-shoulder neckline, off-shoulder sleeves to show off her tattoos, a decent train, and lace in floral designs. She had the perfect venue, the outside of the Weasley's home. Even Narcissa agreed it was perfect, with the way the garden was. She had the perfect floral arrangement, consisting of white and purple flowers that she didn't know the names of since Narcissa picked them out, though she knew they were perfect.
Daphne and Pansy switched out so the latter could do Hermione's makeup. Her hair was simply going to be left down in loose waves charmed to stay, but a bit of it was pulled back and Daphne had expertly woven a white rose into it. Her makeup was also going to be left more natural, with concealer and contour as usual, along with blush, clear mascara, and pink lipstick.
When Pansy had finished, Hermione looked at herself and smiled, taking a deep breath. Everything would be fine.
She felt like she was jinxing herself by saying that, but before she could think on it further, a knock came on the door. Daphne opened it.
"Draco, you do know it's bad luck to see the bride, right?"
"Screw luck."
Narcissa seemed aghast at that response.
"Can you all leave?" Draco asked the girls and his mother. They nodded, Pansy and Ginny doing so with matching pouts, and then it was just the two of them.
She turned around to look at Draco.
"You look… breathtaking, Draco," she told him sincerely.
He reached out a hand. "And you look absolutely and impeccably beautiful. How are you holding up?"
"Well, Ginny and Narcissa have both scolded me over worrying too much, and Pansy had that look that she would've done the same if the two of them hadn't first."
"If it makes you feel any better, Potter and Blaise have given me the same speech. It's an odd feeling to have Potter of all people reassuring you."
She chuckled.
"I'm sure that everything is perfect and going to turn out amazingly and all, but… but I really wish my parents could be here for this."
"I know, Hermione, I know."
He hugged her, and she laid her head on his shoulder. That was, until they were rudely interrupted by Ron yelling, "Oi, Malfoy, you coming?"
He squeezed her hand. "That's my cue."
She smiled at him. Everything was going to be just fine.