I'm not even gonna talk. Here's the next chappie: The Wedding.
At last, it was the long-awaited wedding day, July 8th. It was an outdoor ceremony, at Draco and Hermione's favorite spot on the grounds.
Hermione and Luna's identical white dresses were adorable. They were spaghetti-strap and tailored for their large stomachs. But they were too pretty to describe. Ginny's dress was a periwinkle blue of the same design. Draco, Ron, and Harry all wore their tuxes, though they all skipped the bowtie. As Draco said, "We're not dogs."
The wedding was a traditional magical one. Dumbledore was the magical version of a priest.
"We are gathered here today in the event of the bonding of the souls of Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley and Luna Lovegood."
Hermione's eyes met Draco's and she smiled blushed, but determinedly kept his eye contact. There was still that innocence to Hermione that Draco just didn't understand.
"Before today," Dumbledore continued, "they were in separate bodies and minds. But we come to unify them as one."
Luna suddenly felt the urge to laugh. She bit her lip and grinned at Ron, who smirked back.
"And so I ask you, Draco Malfoy, do you vow to take Hermione Granger as your wedded wife, to stay at her side through good and bad, health and sickness, for all of time, until death do you part, and longer than that?"
Draco made sure Hermione's eyes were latched onto his before saying, "I do."
"And I ask you, Hermione Granger, do you vow to take Draco Malfoy as your wedded husband, to stay at his side through good and bad, health and sickness, for all of time, until death do you part, and longer than that?"
Hermione felt her eyes water. She closed them, swallowed, and then opened them and stared straight at Draco. "I do."
Dumbledore moved to Ron and Luna.
"I ask you, Ronald Weasley, do you vow to take Luna Lovegood as your wedded wife, to stay at her side through good and bad, health and sickness, for all of time, until death do you part, and longer than that?"
Ron tried to say, "I do," but his throat was too dry. He swallowed, cleared his throat, and announced firmly, "I do."
"So I ask you, Luna Lovegood, do you vow to take Ronald Weasley as your wedded husband, to stay at his side through good and bad, health and sickness, for all of time, until death do you part, and longer than that?"
"I do," said Luna barely in a whisper.
"Does anyone object to this bond, as described?"
There was silence. Hermione heard the wind blow through the tree leaves and a few birds chirping.
"Proceed with the rings."
Draco and Hermione and Ron and Luna slipped their rings on each other.
"Then, as Merlin as witness, I proclaim you husband and wife." He grinned. "You, Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley, may kiss the bride."
Hermione and Luna simultaneously threw their arms around their new husbands and took them in passionate kisses.
And Draco and Ron wouldn't stop.
"Draco, dear, not here," Hermione whispered into his neck.
He let go and replied, "Then just wait until tonight."
"You evil, evil, wicked, boy!" she smiled, and she hit him good- heartedly on the arm.
They turned to find their families.
Narcissa Malfoy (technically no longer a Malfoy; her maiden name is DuBois. She's French) and Molly Weasley were hugging each other and crying their hearts out. As you guys all know, Luna's mother is dead. Mr. Weasley and Mr. Lovegood just looked very solemn. Mr. and Mrs. Granger were at the side, Mrs. Granger crying into her husband's chest.
Narcissa and Mrs. Granger came over to hug their son and daughter in- laws.
It was quite a jovial scene, all in all, albeit the bawling mothers.
On the way up to the castle for the dinner, Hermione, Draco, Ron, Luna, Harry, and Ginny all had their arms around each other and were laughing.
Hermione screamed. "Draco, don't put your hand that low!"
They laughed.
"Granger, I thought you were the one who was kissing me a few seconds ago."
"You know, Draco," said Harry (Hermione now made them call each other by first name), "you can't call her Granger anymore."
"Why?"
"Because she's a Malfoy!" laughed Harry hysterically.
"Harry, how many glasses of wine did you have?" asked Ginny.
"Who knows?" shrugged Harry. "Just kidding. None, I swear. I resist."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Yeah right."
It took them quite a while to walk back inside, as Hermione and Luna could barely walk.
At dinner, Harry found a silence to tell everyone about he and Pansy falling in love. Hermione shot Draco a look that plainly said, "Don't say ANYTHING!"
The Weasleys came over to congratulate Hermione, and the party went great.
After that week, people were becoming glum. The battle was less than a month away. (A/N: Dumbledore, James, Narcissa, Draco, Hermione, Ron, Luna, and other Order members are living at Hogwarts for the summer.)
On the 31st, Harry's birthday, James came out with an announcement that shocked everyone, but worst of all his son.
He and Narcissa were engaged.
Harry didn't talk to him for a few days, but in the end accepted it. Harry still felt it was like cheating on Lily, even though she was dead. Harry had recently discovered that when his dad married Narcissa, he, Harry, would not only be Draco's stepbrother, but related to Hermione and VOLDEMORT! Yes. Voldemort would be Harry's step-brother's, wife's, father. Wait until Voldemort heard that. Shocker.
On the eve August 5th, Hermione and Draco were nestled on their sofa, talking quietly.
"Draco, what will become of us all?" she whispered.
"We'll have to see, won't we?" he answered, taking her into his arms. "All I know is that I can't live life without you. I live for you. And I'll do anything to protect you."
"And I won't be able to live anymore if anything happens to you," said Hermione, tears forming in her eyes. "Guess what today is?"
"August 5th?" answered Draco, not knowing at all.
"Devon's going to be born today. By midnight."
Draco kissed Hermione's forehead and hugged her tightly. "I'll be there for you."
They sat there for an hour and a half, wrapped in each other physically and emotionally.
Hermione suddenly grabbed Draco's hand. She squeezed her eyes shut.
"Devon," she whispered. "Please, hurry, hospital wing!"
Draco was scared, and trust me, that's rare. "Love, I'll take care of you. We're going." He worked on auto pilot as he levitated Hermione to the hospital wing, taking care to move her gently.
"Yes, I told you it would be August 5th," said Madam Pomfrey. "Must hurry. On the bed, Mr. Malfoy, right there. Thank you. You can stay."
He set his wife carefully down on the bed and sat on the chair next to her. All he could do was take Hermione's hand and shut his eyes and turn away. It hurt to see the person he loved most to be in this kind of pain.
He heard Madam Pomfrey mutter a few dulling charms, and he felt Hermione's fingers squeeze his tightly. He squeezed her hands back, silently vowing that he'd never leave her side. He heard Hermione gasp and whimper words of pain. He blocked everything out of his mind and concentrated on not letting himself hear this. The words went straight through his heart. He heard Devon only cry a bit; the spells Hermione had been receiving calmed him almost immediately.
He was so out of it that he didn't hear Hermione.
"Draco! Draco!"
"Yeah! Are you okay?" he asked finally, opening his eyes.
"God, I think so, just look at Devon!"
Devon was, to say the least, FRIGGIN' ADORABLE!!!!
With a little blond fuzz on his head and blue eyes that were scrunched shut (they would be wide and beautiful later), he was a striking copy of his father.
"He's a miniature you!" cried Hermione.
Draco took Devon into his arms but was too scared to hug him, for fear that he'd suffocate the poor little guy.
"Hey, Dev," he whispered. Devon took his father's finger and curled his own over it.
Draco gave Devon a light squeeze and gave him back to his mother.
"Devon, that's your daddy," she explained. "You're going to grow up and be as sexy as him."
Draco laughed.
"Draco, can you go get Harry and Ron and Luna and whoever else?"
"Sure, of course." He gave Hermione and Devon a quick kiss and left.
He collected Dumbledore, James, Narcissa, Harry, Ron, and Luna and brought them back to the hospital wing.
They all took turns holding and fawning over Devon, who didn't object to all the attention and was probably thinking, I know. I'm gorgeous.
Narcissa told Hermione, "Draco looked exactly like that when he was born. God, I can still remember perfectly. Such a cutie!"
Hermione smiled.
"Out! Out!" ordered Madam Pomfrey. "The woman needs rest! She's just delivered a baby!"
"Well, obviously," muttered Ron, so only Harry could hear him. They exchanged a secret smirk.
They all kissed Devon goodbye once more and filed out.
* * * *
Meanwhile, in Pansy's room at her house, Voldemort had just appeared in the fire. She tried to scream, but he silenced her and locked the door.
"Listen, I've gathered that you're seeing Potter," he hissed. How did he know THAT? "I have a proposition. See, it's a one-sided deal. You refuse, you die. Understand?"
Pansy, as she couldn't talk because of the Silencing Charm, nodded fearfully.
"I will give you 5,000 galleons if- and only when- you hand Potter over to me."
Pansy considered. 5,000 galleons. Nice. Convenient. But weren't you supposed to die for the person you loved? Slowly, fearfully, she shook her head.
"No what?" snapped Voldemort. "You won't do it?"
She shook her head again.
Voldemort was furious. "I have no use for bitches like you!" he yelled. "Avada Kedavra!"
Pansy's lifeless body fell to the ground.
TEE HEE!!!! You don't get to see what happens!! Cliffhanger!!! I promise, it'll be up by tomorrow. If you let me go, I'll keep typing!! Thanks to all my reviewers, as always, I love y'all. Now, if you excuse me... I have some writing to do!!
At last, it was the long-awaited wedding day, July 8th. It was an outdoor ceremony, at Draco and Hermione's favorite spot on the grounds.
Hermione and Luna's identical white dresses were adorable. They were spaghetti-strap and tailored for their large stomachs. But they were too pretty to describe. Ginny's dress was a periwinkle blue of the same design. Draco, Ron, and Harry all wore their tuxes, though they all skipped the bowtie. As Draco said, "We're not dogs."
The wedding was a traditional magical one. Dumbledore was the magical version of a priest.
"We are gathered here today in the event of the bonding of the souls of Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley and Luna Lovegood."
Hermione's eyes met Draco's and she smiled blushed, but determinedly kept his eye contact. There was still that innocence to Hermione that Draco just didn't understand.
"Before today," Dumbledore continued, "they were in separate bodies and minds. But we come to unify them as one."
Luna suddenly felt the urge to laugh. She bit her lip and grinned at Ron, who smirked back.
"And so I ask you, Draco Malfoy, do you vow to take Hermione Granger as your wedded wife, to stay at her side through good and bad, health and sickness, for all of time, until death do you part, and longer than that?"
Draco made sure Hermione's eyes were latched onto his before saying, "I do."
"And I ask you, Hermione Granger, do you vow to take Draco Malfoy as your wedded husband, to stay at his side through good and bad, health and sickness, for all of time, until death do you part, and longer than that?"
Hermione felt her eyes water. She closed them, swallowed, and then opened them and stared straight at Draco. "I do."
Dumbledore moved to Ron and Luna.
"I ask you, Ronald Weasley, do you vow to take Luna Lovegood as your wedded wife, to stay at her side through good and bad, health and sickness, for all of time, until death do you part, and longer than that?"
Ron tried to say, "I do," but his throat was too dry. He swallowed, cleared his throat, and announced firmly, "I do."
"So I ask you, Luna Lovegood, do you vow to take Ronald Weasley as your wedded husband, to stay at his side through good and bad, health and sickness, for all of time, until death do you part, and longer than that?"
"I do," said Luna barely in a whisper.
"Does anyone object to this bond, as described?"
There was silence. Hermione heard the wind blow through the tree leaves and a few birds chirping.
"Proceed with the rings."
Draco and Hermione and Ron and Luna slipped their rings on each other.
"Then, as Merlin as witness, I proclaim you husband and wife." He grinned. "You, Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley, may kiss the bride."
Hermione and Luna simultaneously threw their arms around their new husbands and took them in passionate kisses.
And Draco and Ron wouldn't stop.
"Draco, dear, not here," Hermione whispered into his neck.
He let go and replied, "Then just wait until tonight."
"You evil, evil, wicked, boy!" she smiled, and she hit him good- heartedly on the arm.
They turned to find their families.
Narcissa Malfoy (technically no longer a Malfoy; her maiden name is DuBois. She's French) and Molly Weasley were hugging each other and crying their hearts out. As you guys all know, Luna's mother is dead. Mr. Weasley and Mr. Lovegood just looked very solemn. Mr. and Mrs. Granger were at the side, Mrs. Granger crying into her husband's chest.
Narcissa and Mrs. Granger came over to hug their son and daughter in- laws.
It was quite a jovial scene, all in all, albeit the bawling mothers.
On the way up to the castle for the dinner, Hermione, Draco, Ron, Luna, Harry, and Ginny all had their arms around each other and were laughing.
Hermione screamed. "Draco, don't put your hand that low!"
They laughed.
"Granger, I thought you were the one who was kissing me a few seconds ago."
"You know, Draco," said Harry (Hermione now made them call each other by first name), "you can't call her Granger anymore."
"Why?"
"Because she's a Malfoy!" laughed Harry hysterically.
"Harry, how many glasses of wine did you have?" asked Ginny.
"Who knows?" shrugged Harry. "Just kidding. None, I swear. I resist."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Yeah right."
It took them quite a while to walk back inside, as Hermione and Luna could barely walk.
At dinner, Harry found a silence to tell everyone about he and Pansy falling in love. Hermione shot Draco a look that plainly said, "Don't say ANYTHING!"
The Weasleys came over to congratulate Hermione, and the party went great.
After that week, people were becoming glum. The battle was less than a month away. (A/N: Dumbledore, James, Narcissa, Draco, Hermione, Ron, Luna, and other Order members are living at Hogwarts for the summer.)
On the 31st, Harry's birthday, James came out with an announcement that shocked everyone, but worst of all his son.
He and Narcissa were engaged.
Harry didn't talk to him for a few days, but in the end accepted it. Harry still felt it was like cheating on Lily, even though she was dead. Harry had recently discovered that when his dad married Narcissa, he, Harry, would not only be Draco's stepbrother, but related to Hermione and VOLDEMORT! Yes. Voldemort would be Harry's step-brother's, wife's, father. Wait until Voldemort heard that. Shocker.
On the eve August 5th, Hermione and Draco were nestled on their sofa, talking quietly.
"Draco, what will become of us all?" she whispered.
"We'll have to see, won't we?" he answered, taking her into his arms. "All I know is that I can't live life without you. I live for you. And I'll do anything to protect you."
"And I won't be able to live anymore if anything happens to you," said Hermione, tears forming in her eyes. "Guess what today is?"
"August 5th?" answered Draco, not knowing at all.
"Devon's going to be born today. By midnight."
Draco kissed Hermione's forehead and hugged her tightly. "I'll be there for you."
They sat there for an hour and a half, wrapped in each other physically and emotionally.
Hermione suddenly grabbed Draco's hand. She squeezed her eyes shut.
"Devon," she whispered. "Please, hurry, hospital wing!"
Draco was scared, and trust me, that's rare. "Love, I'll take care of you. We're going." He worked on auto pilot as he levitated Hermione to the hospital wing, taking care to move her gently.
"Yes, I told you it would be August 5th," said Madam Pomfrey. "Must hurry. On the bed, Mr. Malfoy, right there. Thank you. You can stay."
He set his wife carefully down on the bed and sat on the chair next to her. All he could do was take Hermione's hand and shut his eyes and turn away. It hurt to see the person he loved most to be in this kind of pain.
He heard Madam Pomfrey mutter a few dulling charms, and he felt Hermione's fingers squeeze his tightly. He squeezed her hands back, silently vowing that he'd never leave her side. He heard Hermione gasp and whimper words of pain. He blocked everything out of his mind and concentrated on not letting himself hear this. The words went straight through his heart. He heard Devon only cry a bit; the spells Hermione had been receiving calmed him almost immediately.
He was so out of it that he didn't hear Hermione.
"Draco! Draco!"
"Yeah! Are you okay?" he asked finally, opening his eyes.
"God, I think so, just look at Devon!"
Devon was, to say the least, FRIGGIN' ADORABLE!!!!
With a little blond fuzz on his head and blue eyes that were scrunched shut (they would be wide and beautiful later), he was a striking copy of his father.
"He's a miniature you!" cried Hermione.
Draco took Devon into his arms but was too scared to hug him, for fear that he'd suffocate the poor little guy.
"Hey, Dev," he whispered. Devon took his father's finger and curled his own over it.
Draco gave Devon a light squeeze and gave him back to his mother.
"Devon, that's your daddy," she explained. "You're going to grow up and be as sexy as him."
Draco laughed.
"Draco, can you go get Harry and Ron and Luna and whoever else?"
"Sure, of course." He gave Hermione and Devon a quick kiss and left.
He collected Dumbledore, James, Narcissa, Harry, Ron, and Luna and brought them back to the hospital wing.
They all took turns holding and fawning over Devon, who didn't object to all the attention and was probably thinking, I know. I'm gorgeous.
Narcissa told Hermione, "Draco looked exactly like that when he was born. God, I can still remember perfectly. Such a cutie!"
Hermione smiled.
"Out! Out!" ordered Madam Pomfrey. "The woman needs rest! She's just delivered a baby!"
"Well, obviously," muttered Ron, so only Harry could hear him. They exchanged a secret smirk.
They all kissed Devon goodbye once more and filed out.
* * * *
Meanwhile, in Pansy's room at her house, Voldemort had just appeared in the fire. She tried to scream, but he silenced her and locked the door.
"Listen, I've gathered that you're seeing Potter," he hissed. How did he know THAT? "I have a proposition. See, it's a one-sided deal. You refuse, you die. Understand?"
Pansy, as she couldn't talk because of the Silencing Charm, nodded fearfully.
"I will give you 5,000 galleons if- and only when- you hand Potter over to me."
Pansy considered. 5,000 galleons. Nice. Convenient. But weren't you supposed to die for the person you loved? Slowly, fearfully, she shook her head.
"No what?" snapped Voldemort. "You won't do it?"
She shook her head again.
Voldemort was furious. "I have no use for bitches like you!" he yelled. "Avada Kedavra!"
Pansy's lifeless body fell to the ground.
TEE HEE!!!! You don't get to see what happens!! Cliffhanger!!! I promise, it'll be up by tomorrow. If you let me go, I'll keep typing!! Thanks to all my reviewers, as always, I love y'all. Now, if you excuse me... I have some writing to do!!