It had taken him longer than he'd thought it would but Draco had
found Granger sitting in a quiet corner of the library reading a book.
She'd seemed oblivious to him at first, forcing him to clear his throat by
way of making his presence known.
"Oh, hello Malfoy, is there something you wanted."
"Well I was wondering, that is, you see."
"Yes?"
"I was wondering if you would like to be my maid of honor at the wedding."
Her face seemed to show several expressions at once, each came and went so fast as to be almost unreadable. Rumor had it that Hermione had wanted Harry for herself, but if so she seemed to have accepted the fact that his heart belonged to another.
"I'd love to Malfoy, thank you for asking me."
"Don't you think you should call me Draco then Granger?"
"Only if you call me Hermione," she held out her hand.
Draco shrugged, she had a point. "Ok, Hermione." He took her hand in his.
"Friends?"
"Friends."
Sometimes, Harry thought to himself it's good to know that someone still worries about you even if you are almost a grown wizard. He and Hagrid had had a pleasant chat. They had discussed many things, the most important being the responsibilities that Harry was getting ready to take on. He guessed that Hagrid had been able to see how nervous he was.
Soon he wouldn't just be a young wizard on the verge of graduating from Hogwarts. He'd be a married man and an expectant father. He didn't regret having asked Draco to marry him, nor the fact that they had already made a baby together, but it was scary to think that his life was going to change so much and so quickly. The wedding was only a days away now.
He'd asked Hagrid, "asm I doing the right thing? Getting married I mean."
"Well Harry I can't speak from experience seeing as I've never wed, but you follow your heart an you can't never go far wrong."
In the end he'd left Hagrid's hut feeling a bit lighter of heart though not much the wiser. Follow your heart Hagrid had said. Harry smiled to himself. His heart had told him to propose in the first place. Maybe things would work themselves out right in the end after all. He looked at the great clock above the entrance door. 3 p.m. He'd have to hurry. He had an appointment to get his dress robe cleaned and pressed. After all a wizard should look his best at his own wedding.
"Oh, hello Malfoy, is there something you wanted."
"Well I was wondering, that is, you see."
"Yes?"
"I was wondering if you would like to be my maid of honor at the wedding."
Her face seemed to show several expressions at once, each came and went so fast as to be almost unreadable. Rumor had it that Hermione had wanted Harry for herself, but if so she seemed to have accepted the fact that his heart belonged to another.
"I'd love to Malfoy, thank you for asking me."
"Don't you think you should call me Draco then Granger?"
"Only if you call me Hermione," she held out her hand.
Draco shrugged, she had a point. "Ok, Hermione." He took her hand in his.
"Friends?"
"Friends."
Sometimes, Harry thought to himself it's good to know that someone still worries about you even if you are almost a grown wizard. He and Hagrid had had a pleasant chat. They had discussed many things, the most important being the responsibilities that Harry was getting ready to take on. He guessed that Hagrid had been able to see how nervous he was.
Soon he wouldn't just be a young wizard on the verge of graduating from Hogwarts. He'd be a married man and an expectant father. He didn't regret having asked Draco to marry him, nor the fact that they had already made a baby together, but it was scary to think that his life was going to change so much and so quickly. The wedding was only a days away now.
He'd asked Hagrid, "asm I doing the right thing? Getting married I mean."
"Well Harry I can't speak from experience seeing as I've never wed, but you follow your heart an you can't never go far wrong."
In the end he'd left Hagrid's hut feeling a bit lighter of heart though not much the wiser. Follow your heart Hagrid had said. Harry smiled to himself. His heart had told him to propose in the first place. Maybe things would work themselves out right in the end after all. He looked at the great clock above the entrance door. 3 p.m. He'd have to hurry. He had an appointment to get his dress robe cleaned and pressed. After all a wizard should look his best at his own wedding.
