Here is chapter eight. ^_^ Thank you all for your reviews :) So kind! I don't own anything. I take no credit for the 'Mirror mirror' phrase. I read it on a different site. And thanks to my Beta for coming up with my favourite line, the Molly Weasley Mark 3.

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Hermione's mind started to clear as the alcohol lost control of her senses. Someone was kissing her.


"Mmm, Draco," she murmured as they pulled away, her eyes still closed.

"Hermione, I told you. It's not Draco. It's Harry."

Hermione's eyes opened wide and she sat up, wiping at her mouth. "Harry?!"

"Yes, 'Mione." Harry grinned. "I was just doing what you asked." He leaned in again, and she pushed him away.

"Was this all some plan? Get me drunk and take advantage? I came here to show you we were better off as friends, Harry. Friends." As magical alcohol cleared up faster than Muggles (but left a worse hangover the next morning), Hermione's mind was working almost perfectly.

"I can't believe I fell for this. Harry, that was an awful thing! I don't love you like I love Draco!" she shouted angrily. His eyes narrowed.

"Hermione, all I want is a chance. We can go back to being friends afterwards if it doesn't work out." Harry moved closer. "What we have as friends is beautiful. I hate putting that at risk, but I can't let you marry anyone else until I know I took a chance. I'd regret it forever if I didn't."

Hermione stared helplessly at Harry, and then looked at her ring. "Harry, I don't love you, like that. You're like my brother. So is Ron. I could never see you as anything more than that."

Harry sighed. "Well, lets just enjoy the rest of the night," he said bitterly, taking her arm and leading her outside. He had a trick or two left. I'm not going down without a fight.

"Alright," said Hermione quietly, making her way to the dance floor and holding up her wand. Harry stuck his up, and the red light hit that.

"Go on Harry, choose a song!" squealed Hermione, determined that they were going to enjoy as friends. He was not going to break up her and Draco.

"Alright." Harry concentrated, and the first few notes of a song started to play. Hermione instantly recognised it, and as Harry put his arms around her and started dancing, she knew what he was trying to do.

Now, don't just walk away

Pretending everything's ok

And you don't care about me

And I know it's just no use

When all your lies become your truths and I don't care... yeah, yeah, yeah

Harry stared into her brown eyes, admiring the small flecks of gold as they caught the disco lights. She stared back, anger and confusion showing plainly on her face.

"Harry, don't do this to me," she begged.

"I'm sorry 'Mione. But I need you," he said quietly. "I refuse to give up."

Could you look me in the eye?

And tell me that you're happy now, ohhh, ohhh

Would you tell it to my face or have I been erased,

Are you happy now?

Are you happy now?

"I know what you're trying to do, Harry," she said quietly. "And I am happy. Very happy." She slowed her dancing and tried to make her way over to the bar. Harry blocked her way.

"So why did you agree to come? If you were happy with Draco, which I doubt, why didn't you use the memory charm you developed? The one that only erased a certain part of the mind, or the memories of the past few minutes?"

Hermione turned her face away from Harry's. "Because."

"Why?" he demanded. "Why because?"

You took all there was to take,

And left me with an empty plate

And you don't care about it, yeah.

And I am giving up this game

And leaving you with all the blame 'cause I don't care… yeah, yeah, yeah,

Hermione glared up at him. "Because you're my friend, Harry. Because you shocked me. Because I didn't think that best friends were capable of trying to ruin someone's life. And because Draco was in the hall."

"And always back to Draco," said Harry bitterly. "Hermione, just give me a chance!"

"Harry, you're four years too late!"

Could you look me in the eye?

And tell me that you're happy now, oohh oohhh

Would you tell it to my face or have I been erased,

Are you happy now? Ohhh, ohhhh

Are you happy now?

Are you happy now? Yeah eh yeah yeah

"Then tell me to my face!" he shouted. "You couldn't before! Try it again! Look me in the eye and tell me you have no romantic feelings whatsoever for me! Look at my face and say that Draco's all you want!"

Hermione bit her lip and stared into his eyes. She couldn't lie to those eyes, they saw straight through her. They were so disconcerting, she knew he would never believe her, even if she tried.

"Harry, I, I can't," she said, her eyes filling with tears.

"Hermione, if you'll do this, we can go back to being friends and I will forget this," he insisted. "Tell me that you're happy with Draco."

Do you really have everything you want?

You could never give something you ain't got

You can't run away from yourself

Hermione stared at her ring, and then, determinedly, turned to Harry. "Harry, I'm happy." She stared into his eyes and her courage faltered. Curse his eyes, she thought angrily. Curse his eyes. Why can't I do this?

"Harry, I'm happy with Draco," she muttered, her eyes turning away from his. He put his hands on her shoulders and shook her gently.

"Please, 'Mione. I hate to do this, but unless I know you honestly want to be with Draco and don't feel anything other than friendship for me, I'll give up. I don't want to ruin your life, 'Mione."

"So why are you?"

"Because I love you! You know that!"

Could you look me in the eyes?

And tell me that you're happy now, yeah eh, yeah, yeah

Come on tell it to my face or have I been erased,

Are you happy now? Yeah eh yeah, eh yeah, eh yeah ah ho who,

Yeah, eh yeah ho who oh

Hermione glared at him. "You love me? So you try to split up me and Draco, drive me closer to a breakdown every time we meet? That's not love, Harry!"

"Yes, it is! I'd do anything to be with you, Hermione! Anything at all! It's killing me to see you so hurt, but I have to at least try! When you can look me in the eyes, and tell me that you're happy, then I'll stop trying!"

"Harry, you can't force me away from Draco like this!" They had reached a more secluded area of the club. "I love him! Not you!"

"Then look me in the eyes and tell me truthfully!"

Would you look me in the eye?

Could you look me in the eye?

I've had that all I can take

And I'm about to break

Cause I'm happy now, ohhh, ohhh

Are you happy now?

As the last words of the song reached her ears, Hermione burst into tears and ran from Harry, running away from the club. Harry hit his head against the wall.

"I hate doing this, 'Mione," he whispered, "but I need you. I need to at least try."

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Hermione apparated in a panic, her mind concentrating on the word 'home'. When she looked around, she realised that she was not in the Longbottom's front garden, as she had hoped. She was outside Draco's large house, several hundred miles away from Ginny's.

I thought home, and this is where I came? She wiped her eyes and looked around in confusion. Does this mean that this place, where Draco is, is my home?

A movement caught her eye, and she saw Draco's silhouette moving through a room upstairs. Her heart quickened and she smiled briefly.

Yes. This is my home. So now I have to find out why Harry is affecting me so much. She sighed at this thought, ever the analyst, and apparated back to the Longbottom's with a last glance at Draco.

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"If anyone knows of a reason why these two may not be wed, let them speak now or forever hold their peace," intoned the priest. Draco took Hermione's hand, staring into her eyes.

"Then-"

"Wait!" Harry's voice rang out through the church. "Hermione can't marry you, Draco. Only last week she went on a date with me. She loves me. Not you!"

"Hermione?" As the whispers broke out in the congregation, Draco lifted her hands. "Is this true?"

"He made me! He blackmailed me, forced me into it!" she babbled, reaching out to clutch Draco. "I don't love him! I love you!" He let go of her hands and she reached forward, trying to hold him. Arms around her waist - Harry's - stopped her.

"No, Draco! I love you! I don't love Harry! He's just my friend!" she continued to scream as Harry pulled her away. Draco started to fall backwards, everything shrinking into a small black hole. All she could hear was her screams, and Draco's sad voice.

"You could have stopped him. You didn't have to go. You betrayed me, Hermione. You betrayed me. Betrayed me." His voice faded away, and she was left in the dark, with Harry's arms still around her waist.

"He's gone, Hermione, and now you're mine."

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Hermione sat up in bed, gasping for breath, her head aching. Even her dreams were confusing her. Harry had said he didn't like hurting her, all he wanted was to try.

And part of her was enjoying it.

She was flattered that even though she was engaged, getting married in a week, someone still thought she was worth fighting for. She had enjoyed the 'date', well, up until Harry had kissed her.

If Draco found out, their relationship would be ruined, her hopes, her dreams, her love, all gone. She stared at her ring, wishing she could turn back the clock and obliviate Harry.

What am I going to do?

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"Hermione!" Ginny knocked on the door the next morning. "Hermione! It's half past twelve! Are you planning on getting up at all?"

"No!" called back Hermione, pulling her blanket up over her head.

Outside, Ginny sighed. "Come on, Hermione! You are getting up now! No excuses! Now, rise and shine!"

Hermione threw back the covers with a groan. "I will rise, but I refuse to shine," she grouched, reaching for her wand. Within a few seconds she was making her way downstairs, her eyes tired and her face pale, taking an Hangover cure.

"Hermione Granger! Just look at your face! Eat this and then its off to bed with you, my girl! You can't get married without at least a week of rest!" scolded Ginny, fussing over Hermione. She paused.

"I've become my mother. I promised myself I'd never do that. And now Trinity's going to grow up to be Molly Weasley Mark 3." She turned to the mirror on the wall and stretched an arm out dramatically. "Mirror mirror, on the wall, I am my mother after all!"

"It's not that bad," laughed Hermione. Neville was at work and Ginny was waiting to hear about the job she had applied for.

"Yes, yes it is. Next I'll be knitting jumpers, and then there's no hope."

"I'll hide all the wool," promised Hermione with a smile, Ginny's antics cheering her up slightly. As long as I keep busy, I won't have time to think about...what happened.

"I'm going to take Trinity to see her grandmother today," smiled Ginny, picking the small child up. "Will you be okay here on your own?"

Sure, leave me alone, leave me start doubting everything I've believed for the past four years, it's not like I don't need support before the big day...."I'll be fine."

"Great! Get some rest, 'k?" Ginny walked to the fire. "And don't go apparating anywhere. You look so tired you might splice yourself." She flooed out of the house, leaving Hermione alone with her thoughts.

Wonderful. Just peachy. What a wonderful start to the day. All it needs is for Harry to turn up again. Wonderful. And he claims to be my friend.

Wait a minute.....friend?

Hermione picked up her wand. "Accio parchment! Accio quill!" she shouted. They flew through the air to her and landed neatly on the desk. She put the quill to the parchment and started to scribble down random thoughts.

Draco...wedding. Harry...doesn't like blackmail...still friends? Can't be friends if he keeps this up....Draco...love.

As the last word flowed from her quill, she smiled. The first and last words written down were written with Draco in mind, not Harry. Draco. Harry?

Both made her feel special. Both were her best friends. Both wanted to give her everything she needed. Draco, the courteous, romantic gentleman. Harry, the exciting, loving seeker. Wealth and lifestyle wasn't an issue here. After all, I don't care. If I loved someone who was the poorest wizard in the world, I'd still choose him.

Hermione stared at her ring with a small smile. She was going to get married, next week. Now, the question was, to who?