Author's note: I'm sorry for the typing last chapter. My friend told me it was 'bogus' and it actually was. That was the first time she was ever right! And I hate capitalizing; it just wastes my time! Anyway, thanx for all the reviews. This chapter really sucks, in my opinion and my friend's so if you think so too, so sue me. I suck at writing! Hope y'all enjoy!



Chapter Six: The Wedding



Hermione's P.O.V.

The rest of the year passed very quickly and it was soon summer. I was not in the mood to go home because that meant that it was getting close to my wedding day and I had no one to go home to. The wedding was the date before Harry's birthday, but I sent his present early because who knew if Malfoy would let me send anything to Harry.

The days had begun and passed without much meaning and it was soon July 22. Tomorrow is the day that I'll be visiting hell. It was a good thing that I had inherited my parents' money or I wouldn't have been able to buy my wedding dress. It exposed my shoulders and was pastel white. Part of the dress stopped at my thighs while the rest slowly descended to the ground. My dress was long, but I had got owled by Malfoy to make sure that the wedding dress was long. My veil was just a bedspread-sized silk veil, which covered my whole body, head to toe. The tradition I decided to borrow...use was the something new, something old, something borrowed, and something blue. Something new was the wedding dress; something old was my slippers. They were my mom's and it pained me that she wasn't alive or going to my wedding even if I was to marry Malfoy. They were glass slippers, which fit my foot perfectly; something blue were the flowers on my wedding dress. They weren't real and I knew that I could've gotten a different wedding dress and bought something blue, but I remembered that my mother wanted to see me married in this wedding dress; and something borrowed was my friend's tiara. She thinks that my wedding dress is too revealing, but what's so revealing about exposed shoulders and bare back? Oh well, she had a weird mother who was obsessed with wearing clothes that didn't exposed shoulders and backs. Her mother seemed to have labeled those kind of clothes revealing.

At about twelve the next day, Malfoy flooed to my apartment. We flooed to the Malfoy Manor. I was surprised to see that his mother wasn't…well, she was so nice. I guess that all Malfoys aren't sarcastic and arrogant. Malfoy must've got his personality from his father. Well, that's what I would've thought if personalities were inherited through parents.

I didn't know why I had to be here so early. Mrs. Malfoy just said that it was because of all the invitations and preparations that they needed to make when I asked her. Well, I guess…I should've known. Draco Malfoy, their only child was getting married. Why wouldn't they make a big deal out of this? I was rather surprised when they said that I could invite Harry and Ron. But the only problem now was that Voldemort would be at the wedding. And I figured out that Voldemort being there was the least of my worries, because Pansy Parkinson was invited. And anyone knows that she'll hex you if you touch her 'Little Dracie.' But would she hex me? Would anyone try to stop her?

The wedding had come quickly. Harry and Ron showed up with a whole bunch of other people. Harry just said that they were to record this event in the Daily Prophet and it was to make the Muggle papers, too. After all, my parents were dentists and when they died, it was as if everyone lost a part of himself or herself in some way. But what I didn't know was that all of those people were really Aurors in disguise. Pansy was just wearing a face of envy; it was easy to see that she was jealous. But the wedding was over soon…with only a little disruption.

We were walking up the endless, that was what it seemed like, flight of stairs, outside. Funny how they had decided to let the wedding be held outside and not in the cold dungeons. It was when we reached the middle section that the Aurors decided to just pop out. I guess that they decided that it would be the time that the Death Eaters were vulnerable and wouldn't be able to defend against their many numbers.

It was a war raging below us. But before the long battle began I managed to yell down to Harry and Ron, "Why? Why did you bring them? I don't need anyone to protect me! I chose to marry and I'm not turning back!" Harry yelled back, "Hermione, we can't let you go through with this marriage. I can't let you throw away your life like this! And as your friends, we decided that we don't care what happens to us, as long as you're okay!" Then the battle rose and my yells could no longer be heard. Harry and Ron could only watch. And for that I was glad for. Harry had told me that he would support me with this wedding and now…he brought Aurors to my wedding. It was going fine until now. I just wanted this to end. "Come," was what I heard from Malfoy. He had grabbed my wrist and began to run up the flight of stairs. I had dropped my bouquet of flowers.

"Stop!" Voldemort yelled. He had his wand pointed at me. "If you want her to live, surrender. Leave this place!" The Aurors, afraid that Voldemort might perform the killing curse quickly fled without any hesitation. When they had got to the gates, Voldemort said, "Get them. Make sure that none of them live." I knew he wouldn't let them off that easily. He wouldn't let Harry or Ron off easily, either. The couple of Death Eaters that had stayed behind had surrounded Harry and Ron; all had their wands pointed at them. All not afraid to use any of the Unforgivable Curses on them if they saw one false movement.

Malfoy had put his hands an my exposed shoulders, my veil had been taken off by the air that had been conjured up by the aircraft that was used to bring in more Aurors; all of them dead by now. It was funny how that one kiss would confirm the wedding here. He slowly leaned in for the kiss would ruin my life forever…or would it. When we finally kissed, bells rang and people clapped, while I only clenched my hands into fists. The kiss was rough and brutal, and definitely not passionate. After the kiss, Malfoy had pulled me close to him and ordered the Death Eaters to kill Harry and Ron.

The Death Eaters had cornered Ron and Harry when I yelled, "Stop! Drop those wands and let them go…or else." I had taken one of the swords off the wall, which was only decoration, and had it pointing straight at my heart. "Drop them," Voldemort said. Whatever his plan was, I was a big part of it because he said that he was going to let them go. Malfoy only said, "Please put that sword away. This is foolishness. You'll die!" And that was how the wedding had ended. With Malfoy actually caring and Harry and Ron alive.



~ end of chapter six ~ please review. Sorry if this was crappy and I guess that this wasn't a lot shorter than chapter five. It's four in the morning and my mum is fast asleep and if this is crappy, flame me. Like I'll care. But then again, you can't blame me; my brain is not functioning correctly. Well, anyway, thanx!