A/n: The only part of the wedding I'm doing is the kissing scene and after. All right? All right. I have reviews! I HAVE REVIEWS! It's like not being a loner anymore… Which I still am. Hmm. Pull-down shoes rule! Y'know the kind basketball players whore a long time ago? I HAVE EM! I have seven new pairs now…SCORE! Hermione's POV's only 1,000. Whoop. More like R stuff with the comparisons to snicker bars I suppose, but I'm a girl, loner, wanna-be writer. Give me a break here. Please note I'm only 12. I'm turning 13 in July, so you had better be glad I even watched a wedding video for this…

Chapter 15 (Or 14.): I like snickers and he smells like 'em!

We couldn't do a thing about it. I had no clue if my friends were all right, either. What about everyone in Ridiculous, too?

"…And do you, Hermione Granger, take Draco Malfoy has your husband? In sickness and in heath?" (A/n: :Gulps.: I hope that's right…)

"I do…" I whispered and looked over to Draco. His face was blank, so I couldn't tell what he was thinking. My heart was running a marathon when he grabbed my wrist and delicately slid the ring on my finger. He looked into my eyes and gave me a warm smile. I couldn't help but smile back before he pulled me into his arms. When he bent down, the world suddenly disappeared.

Why does it feel like this wedding wasn't really forced? Why do I feel like all those Death Eaters aren't around me? The kiss finally ended, too short for my taste to say the least, but I don't think people would have liked the bride and groom to kiss the whole time… Not that I wouldn't have minded…

Back at Hogwarts…

I licked my lips nervously as I stepped off the train. I didn't know where Draco was, and my mind was racing. One foot off the train, and I heard shouts of: "Hermione!"

"Great…" I muttered and spun around to see Lavender and Paravati behind me. "Hullo…" I greeted them nonchalantly.

"So, how was your summer?" Lavender squealed while Paravati just grinned like a clown. I arched an eyebrow at them, but I managed to respond as normally as I could, hiding my left hand unnoticeably in my robes.

"Nothing happened at all." I said and pretended to be looking around. "You guys seen Harry or Ron anywhere?"

"Let us see your hand, Hermione." Paravati's tone was disbelieving and I had to wonder where I had gone wrong.

"Oh… My hand. Yes, my hand… I temporarily had amnesia so I have no clue what a hand is." I lied plainly, hoping she would buy it.

"Amnesia? How?" Lavender leaned forward while Paravati had an evil glint in her eye.

"A… How did I get it again? Oh stupid Hermione, from that car accident!" If talking to myself were going to convince them, heck, I'd talk to a brick for all that would help.

"Car accident?" Lavender and Paravati echoed.

"What's a car?"

I rolled my eyes and barely restrained myself from strangling them. "A muggle vehicle." I stated through gritted teeth, hoping they wouldn't notice.

"What did yours look like?" Paravati giggled at her friend's question and I gritted my teeth even more.

"A muggle vehicle." I repeated again.

"What kind of muggle vehicle?"

I pulled out a sign (A/n: I made her… Actually wrote, but anyhow.) That said in bold letters: A muggle vehicle. A muggle vehicle. A muggle vehicle. A muggle vehicle.

"Wha…?"

I narrowed my eyes and thanks to my wonderful ability to block out people, I turned around and started walking away from the train, ignoring any calls of: "Hey, Hermione! HEY! WHAT'S A VEHICLE!" I was so overcome with anger; I walked right into someone, falling to the ground.

"Just the person I wanted to see…" I couldn't recognize that voice even with both my ears uncovered. Draco…? I looked up and I proved my assumptions incorrect. Before me stood Blaise Zambini, Draco's best friend.

"What the hell do you want, Zambini?" I spat and glared at him from my position on the ground.

"Oh… Language bad for Hermione Granger… Or should I say Malfoy? Ha! I always thought Draco had bad taste. I would have never guessed a mudblood though!" I scowled up at him. Mudblood? Yeah right…

Least Zambini didn't know… My eyes widened when I saw he had pulled out his wand, the end straight between my eyes.

"What the hell's going on?" I heard a familiar voice and my gaze switched to that certain platinum blonde. Draco Malfoy.

"He was threat-" But Zambini's hand across my face sent me into the wall about one foot away. That guy was strong… I spat on the ground and I wasn't surprised to see blood. When I looked up, I saw Draco's silvery eyes flaring with rage.

"Blaise…" He hissed. One hand was in his robes, and I suspected it was his wand he was holding, while the other was clenched and shaking. "You will apologize to my wife." I looked over at the dark-haired boy, and frowned when he drew away his wand.

"Goman nasai, Gran- I mean Mrs. Malfoy. I think you know what I said… Better remember it." He turned to walk away and my eyes went to Draco.

"Thanks." I whispered and he nodded, and I accepted the hand he reached out to help me.

"So, do you think we should make out when we get near Potter and Weasley?" I looked over at him and blinked several times. I saw him pout and I sighed.

"I don't even think they're alive after that… Either being held prisoner, or something is what I think they're doing." I was about to walk away from him, but he grabbed my wrist and spun me around. I felt the heat on my cheeks when he leaned down until his forehead touched mine.

"So, you have no faith in your friends anymore?" He smirked down at me but it wasn't a mean but an actual aggravating of the sort… It was sort of nice smirk, if that's possible.

"It… Doesn't it seem like that's what could happen? Of course, I'll always have faith in them! It's just I don't really like the idea of them all coming back limping, so it seems like the most possible thing to have happened…" I mumbled and his grin grew wider. I felt him interlace his fingers with mine and he pulled me to the train, which I bet he had seen me walk from. I noticed the hand with the wedding ring was in clear view. Oh shit…

"Crabbe! Goyle!" Draco yelled. "Remember when I was about to tell you who I married to over the summer? Here she is!" I squirmed and tried to release Draco's fingers from mine, but he was too strong. He wrapped a possessive arm around my waist and pulled me tightly to him.

To my dismay, not only Draco's cronies came, but also all the girls; about half the population of Hogwarts. I squirmed against Draco, and he just grinned maniacally.

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Yes! This has to be the greatest moment of Draco's life. His revenge! He could tell Hermione was very uncomfortable, and he could feel her squirm against him, but who cared! Ah, is it ever been so good to be a Malfoy? I think not…

Nevertheless, amazedly, the lassie was yet to give in. Gryffindor's were strong, but he'd soon break her of her old habits… Yes, he would soon…

"Yes, the new Head Boy and Head Girl are… Married!" He announced loudly, all the while looking at his wife in the corner of his eye. He saw her twitch and he grinned wildly.

There was a silence in the crowd, until Pansy Parkinson came running out of the many groups of shocked girls and up to Draco and Hermione.

"You conniving bitch! You stole my boyfriend from me!" She screeched.

Now, it was Hermione's turn to smirk.

Draco noticed and guessed that her happiness probably had nothing to do with their nuptials. What did it matter? She could have her fun.

She snuggled into his arms and looked triumphantly at Pansy before stating tartly, "Your so-called boyfriend has been my fiancée since the beginning of 6th year. He couldn't probably stand your pug face, because he married me." She ran a finger down Draco's face and he pulled her somehow even closer to him. Pansy scowled.

"Draco! How could you let a mudblood like her seduce you?! You were mine! She's a filthy mudblood! Potter's best friend!" Parkinson rambled on and on, until Draco released Hermione and walked up to her.

"Parkinson, you will apologize to my wife." It wasn't a request. It was an order. Parkinson gulped and walked over to Hermione and mumbled what sounded like a: "filthy cantankerous…" And before Draco could catch her, she ran off.

"Not as well as I thought would happen, but even Malfoys can't change that bitch named Fate." He said coolly and walked back to Hermione, once again pulling her into his arms.

"You just want to see me blush, don't you?" She whispered almost inaudibly and he nodded. His right hand ran up her arm until it went to her right cheek. She blushed redder than her crimson house colours.

"Cause somehow you're just so cuter when your angry." He smiled mischievously down at her, and she felt his fingers moving in a circular motion around her face and she closed her eyes slowly, her thoughts drifting.

"Y'know, I'm just going to say this so it can be out in the open… You, Draco Malfoy, smell like a muggle candy called snickers. Like you rubbed it on you all over. Bathed… And I love snicker bars…" Hermione murmured and he smiled even more.

He leaned down and nibbled on her earlobe before whispering, "Only snickers aren't as tasty."

Hermione opened her eyes again and looked at his platinum hair. "I knew you'd talk about something perverted… But like my friend told me, 'Hermione, the best guys are the guys who smell like candy. Cause you know they'll taste good or even better than the thing they smell like.' I'm gonna have to try that out sometime." She reached with her left hand and played with his lustrous locks.

"Let's just stay out for the sorting… Doesn't matter, anyhow…" He murmured into her ear, she clasped her fingers around his locks, and he gave out a cry of pain. "Fine! We'll go! Merlin, Hermione!" He had pulled away from her, a slightly disappointed look on his face.

"Come on, darling." She whispered and smiled brightly up at him, and he felt his heart thunder rapidly. If she could only smile more like that at him… He grinned mischievously at her. "Just remember, we can't fight… Don't sit at Slytherin, okay? I'm sure if we explain to Dumbledore…" However, he cut her off, pushing her into the rail that was behind them the whole time. He grabbed both her hands and pressed them against it too, and pressed his mouth hard against hers, silencing her. He was going to get his way this time, like it or not, and that was why he was holding her back, in case she went to get away. He'd make sure to change her ways…

"Ms. Granger and Mr. Malfoy! Just what are you two doing?" Came a voice behind them, but Draco seemed to have not noticed his own Potions teacher's voice if it was screaming at him. Hermione did though, and she opened her eyes abruptly, only to be pulled out of the wall and into Snape's clear view, where when she looked over Draco's shoulder, she saw Snape paler than ever, an unreadable expression on his face. She took that the greasy-haired Professor was horrified and managed to close her eyes again and lean into Draco's arms. This was the proper wedding kiss, not that measly 15-second one. It would have gone on forever, if not someone stopping it. McGonagall and Snape pulled their students away from another, both looking terrified.

"Ms. Granger-"

"Malfoy." Hermione corrected, and Draco stared intensely at her.

"What did you say?" McGonagall said obliviously, Hermione nodded slowly, and Draco broke free of Snape's grip and rushed to Hermione, catching her before she would collapse to the ground. His arms were around her waist, her left hand on his right, and she looked appreciatively at him; he smiled slightly at her. Their wedding bands were in clear view and both the Proffessors looked taken aback.

"Please… Leave us at peace…" Draco pleaded, and the Professors looked like they were about to collapse out of shock. McGonagall barely nodded, and Snape just turned on his heel and walked away. When they were both gone, Hermione spoke first.

"Look… I'm just saying this, could you please let me eat? I haven't had food since before Voldemort captured us!"

"Has it been that long? Well, what are we waiting for? Let's eat!" He spun Hermione in his arms until she was face-to-face with him and smirked down at her.

"You have to let go of me before then…" She muttered and he let go of one of her hands and dragged her towards the school with the other.

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A/n: Go, go, go, go, all reviewers, it's sha birthday, we gonna party like it's sha birthday, we gonna read my shit like it's my birthday and no one'll give a fuck cuz it's not ya birthday!

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