Chapter Three
The miles just keep rollin'

As the people leave their way to say hello

I've heard this life is overrated

But I hope that it gets better as we go.

"I do."
The couple kissed, and I smiled. They looked so cute together. I thought they'd never confess their feelings for each other.
Ron turned to me and smiled weakly, holding Hermione's arm gently. He's disappointed.
"I wish he could have been here," he whispered, looking at his feet. "I think he would have loved to see this."
"I'm sure he wanted to," I whispered back, patting Ron's shoulder. "I bet he feels really bad about missing it. I know how much he loved you two."
Ron smiled again, this time wider. "I'll just have to go over to America, see if he'd like to join us for the reception."
I took a step back. The thought of seeing him again, after all this time, scared me. Ron knew it.
"I was only kidding, Draco," he chuckled. "I figured he wouldn't come."
I sighed with relief, smiling at my friends.
"Thanks for helping with the wedding," Hermione grinned at me, resting her head on Ron's shoulder. "We couldn't have done it without you."
"It's no problem," I sighed. "I had nothing better to do."
Ron tapped me on the shoulder playfully, and I chuckled. "I think you two better get going, the reception's starting soon."
"Oh-right," Ron smiled, taking Hermione's hand. "Mrs. Weasley."
"Mr. Weasley."
I watched them as they walked out of the church hand in hand, with a mix of happiness, that my two best friends had found love, and sadness, that I would never. **
"Are you having fun?"
I looked up from my glass of white wine to see Hermione standing over me, smiling jovially. I manage to smile back, just barely.
"Yeah, I'm having a blast," I lied.
She placed her hands on her hips, and automatically I was reminded of Mrs. Weasley, who I met two summers ago.
"Don't lie to me, Dray," she sighed, pouting at me. "You haven't danced with anyone all night."
"Well maybe I don't like dancing," I said flatly, scrunching my nose at the thought.
"You used to," she smiled, sitting down next to me. Her beautiful wedding dress nearly swallowed her in a wave of white lace. "You used to love to dance."
"Not anymore," I muttered, taking another sip of my fifth glass of wine that night. Damn alcohol, doesn't work fast enough.
"Okay," Hermione nodded, standing up again. "You haven't even talked to anyone except me or Ron all night, either."
"I don't know anyone here," I smiled-this time it was a real smile, I have managed to outsmart Hermione Granger herself. . . so I thought.
"You know plenty of people," Hermione chuckled. "You know Ginny! And it IS your duty to dance with her, since you ARE the Best Man."
Damn. Hermione's too smart for me. I'd forgotten that the Best Man was supposed to dance with the maid of honor.
"Come on, Hermione, I don't feel like it!" I whine, pouting at her. "Can't you make one, little exception, for me?"
"No," Hermione smiled stubbornly, tapping her elegant high-heels against the wooden dance floor. "It's my wedding, Dray, I want it to be perfect! And Ginny doesn't have anyone to dance with, either, so why don't you?"
"Because I'm gonna step on her toes?"
Hermione chuckled again. "Look, if you don't go over there and ask her to dance, I'm gonna ask everyone in here to help me CARRY you over there!"
"You wouldn't!" I hissed, narrowing my eyes at her.
"Would I?" she challenged, raising her eyebrows threateningly.
I let out a long, low hiss and stood up. "Fine, fine, I'll dance with her, but you can't make me enjoy it."
She swatted the back of my head playfully as she walked back to Ron, giving him a thumbs-up. Oh, if it weren't their wedding day. . .
"Gin?"
Ginny looked up at me, surprised.
"Oh, hi, Draco," she smiled, pulling out the chair next to her. I sat down automatically. "What brings you to this part of the room?"
I smiled, sighing lightly. "I was wondering if you wanted to dance."
"You mean Hermione was wondering," she teased.
"Hey, no fair," I pouted, making her laugh more. "You know what? Never mind. You don't deserve to get a dance."
"Don't be silly," she chuckled, grabbing his hand. "I was waiting for you to ask. Wondering if you were gonna ruin their wedding because of such a small thing."
"Why do girls think it's ruining a wedding not to dance?" Draco mused, resting his hand on her back.
"Well, guys don't understand. We girls have been dreaming about our weddings since we were old enough to talk, it's just the way it works."
"Ah, while we've been dreaming rugby games and Quidditch?"
She chuckled. "I'm still not used to you using Muggle references. It's. . .strange, to say the least." She smiled. "But yes. From what I've heard, anyway."
I rolled my eyes playfully. Maybe socializing wouldn't be so bad without Harry right there to keep the conversation going..

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A/N: Never mind about the review thing, I was just a little. . . well, upset, about school and everything when I posted that, so ignore it. I know it took a long time for me to update. Sorry!