A/N: I had a little trouble posting 6, I had more to add and fanfiction
didn't get the end of the chapter. So, if you missed it, reread, if not,
here's 7.
Chapter 7 Wedding Day Jitters
"Weasley?" Draco questioned Hermione and she nodded. This wasn't a surprise but it was a lot to swallow, "Well, I shouldn't have any trouble raising your standards in bed then."
"No way, Malfoy!" Ron yelled his anger rising.
"Mister Weasley, if you can not keep your voice down then get out." Madame Pince scolded quietly. Ron shot Draco and Hermione dirty looks as he left and slammed the door behind him. Madame Pince looked at Hermione, "Are you alright, dear?"
"Fine." She turned to Draco, "Let's go." She grabbed his hand and practically dragged him into the corridor.
"Care to explain?" He stopped outside the door.
"No."
"Weasley? I mean Potter I could see, but Weasley?"
"I know, it wasn't my choice-" Her voice dropped and she bit her lip like she had said too much.
"What do you mean it wasn't your choice?" Draco asked harshly. He stepped towards her and grabbed her arm, "Did he rape you?" She looked down, "I'm gonna kill him."
"Draco, don't." She said quietly but her tone was practically begging him. She looked into his eyes, "Just don't, please."
He nodded numbly and let go of her arm. He looked around and ran a hand through his hair. He felt Hermione wrap her arms around his waist. He hugged her to him and smelled her. She still had that sweet, flowery smell that he never wanted to forget.
"Let's go for a walk." Draco suggested pushing her away.
"Sounds great." Hermione smiled. They walked out to the Gardens and Draco wrapped his arm protectively around her. She leaned against him. They walked around smelling flowers and talking. He led her to a bench and they sat down. She snuggled up to him and soaked in his warmth. She sighed deeply.
"What are you thinking about? (A/N: most commonly asked cheesy question so you know it had to be in my story somewhere.)" He asked quietly.
"Tomorrow night." She answered with a deep blush spreading across her features.
"Are you...nervous?" He teased with a smirk.
"Oh, sod off." She hit him playfully and laughed.
"Don't worry, if you're bad you get your whole life to make it up to me."
"Dirty, dirty thoughts, Mister Malfoy." She smiled.
"Are you blushing, soon-to-be Mrs. Malfoy?" Draco teased. He kissed her again but only for a moment. "We should go back inside, classes are over."
"Yeah." They walked back inside.
"Oh, good you're back," Narcissa nearly squealed with delight. Draco was confused his mother was always calm and cold. She actually smiled, "You have to see what we have planned."
They spent the rest of the afternoon going over wedding plans. Both were tired and bored to tears by the time dinner came around. They sat in silence at the Slytherin Table. They walked through the hall together. Hermione slept in her own room that night. She couldn't believe tomorrow was her wedding day. Draco couldn't sleep; he tossed and turned for hours. Tomorrow was the most important day of his life.
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Hermione awoke early to find Narcissa Malfoy standing over her bed.
"Good morning, dear." Narcissa said quietly, "Today you join the Malfoy clan."
"Y-yeah." Hermione stuttered.
"Let's get you to breakfast, then dressed." Hermione sat with Draco at breakfast. Her smiled slightly then looked down for the rest of the meal. Four hours. They were getting married in four hours. Half and hour later, Narcissa shuffled Hermione into a room on the first floor. It was red all around and had at least ten large mirrors on the walls. It had a red cushion type pedestal in the center of the room. There was a huge silver vanity on one side filled all the hair and make-up products ever made. Lastly, there was a door next to the vanity whish presumably led to a bathroom.
"Hair and makeup first." Narcissa clapped her hands and three foreign women entered the room. Hermione sat at the vanity and let then do her hair and makeup with little fuss. When they finished, they began talking excitedly in French. Hermione looked in the mirror, she was beautiful. Her hair was in a bun twisty thing that she had never seen before and the pale, neutral makeup enhanced her natural beauty.
"Lovely, now for the dress robes." Narcissa clapped again and the three women disappeared. This time, only one woman entered carrying a set of gorgeous white dress robes with her. "I wore these on my wedding day, all the Malfoy women have, and it's been in the family for centuries."
Hermione dressed in the bathroom then stood on the pedestal while the old woman made the appropriate altercations. When she was done, Hermione let the full effects sink in. It now hugged all the right curves and the silky material was pure heaven against her skin.
Narcissa looked her up and down then nodded in approval, "Perfect."
"Are you nervous, dear?" Narcissa asked after she had sent the old woman away.
"Dreadfully." Hermione's voice quivered.
"Well, I'll give you the same advice I got on my wedding day, walk in there like you own the place. Of course, when Lucius and I married, he really did own the place so it was mine by connection." Narcissa smiled and Hermione made a feeble attempt to smile back.
"It's time." Squeaked a small house elf. Hermione shakily made her way to the door. 'This is it.' She made her way to the Great Hall entrance with Narcissa. Students who decided to skip lunch gave her strange looks as they walked down the hall. She made it there and met up with Harry.
"Harry?" Hermione asked startled.
"I had a talk with Dumbledore and her asked me to participate." He flashed a smile.
"Oh, good."
"I know I haven't always gotten along with Malfoy, but I love you and I want to be a part of your life." Hermione hugged him tightly.
"Hermione, dear, time to walk." Narcissa said. Harry and Hermione positioned themselves in front of the double door and walked forward when they were opened.
The hall was decorated in silver and gold. There was a long white aisle laid down for her to walk on. She slowly stated to walk. At the end of the row, Martin Cartier was waiting. Harry kissed her on the cheek and allowed Martin to hand her to Draco, she felt like she was flying. She was the center of attention as she allowed her self to be passed from friend to grandfather to, well...husband. She finally stood next to Draco at the alter. The preacher mumbled on for what seemed like forever then looked expectantly at Draco.
"I pledge myself to you." He replied. The preacher gave her the same speech and she gave the same reply.
"I would now like to announce Draco and Hermione Malfoy!" The preacher boomed into the audience. There were cheers from some students and some polite clapping.
"Now, I invite everyone to indulge themselves in this wonderful food!" Dumbledore clapped his hands and a feast appeared.
"I think we should go." Draco whispered in Hermione's ear.
"Why?" She whispered back.
"Because, I haven't had sex in over a month, call it frustration."
Hermione blushed deeply, "You can wait. We have to greet people, then we can leave." He groaned and mumbled something that sounded like, "Maybe..."
They greeted people for two hours then sat down to eat. Draco sucked in his food in under five minutes but Hermione took her time then got seconds just to see his reaction.
"C'mon." he groaned.
"Well, I do have to have energy for tonight, don't I?"
"Yes, lots of energy." He rubbed his hand gently along her inner thigh.
"I can feel that you know."
"That's the point." He stopped rubbing and leaned back in his chair. His black dress robes were in significant contrast to her pure white ones.
"Shouldn't you two be leaving soon." Dumbledore said.
"I've been trying to convince her of that for the past two hours." Draco replied. He stood and grabbed her hand. Hermione smiled and allowed him to lead her out of the Great Hall.
Chapter 7 Wedding Day Jitters
"Weasley?" Draco questioned Hermione and she nodded. This wasn't a surprise but it was a lot to swallow, "Well, I shouldn't have any trouble raising your standards in bed then."
"No way, Malfoy!" Ron yelled his anger rising.
"Mister Weasley, if you can not keep your voice down then get out." Madame Pince scolded quietly. Ron shot Draco and Hermione dirty looks as he left and slammed the door behind him. Madame Pince looked at Hermione, "Are you alright, dear?"
"Fine." She turned to Draco, "Let's go." She grabbed his hand and practically dragged him into the corridor.
"Care to explain?" He stopped outside the door.
"No."
"Weasley? I mean Potter I could see, but Weasley?"
"I know, it wasn't my choice-" Her voice dropped and she bit her lip like she had said too much.
"What do you mean it wasn't your choice?" Draco asked harshly. He stepped towards her and grabbed her arm, "Did he rape you?" She looked down, "I'm gonna kill him."
"Draco, don't." She said quietly but her tone was practically begging him. She looked into his eyes, "Just don't, please."
He nodded numbly and let go of her arm. He looked around and ran a hand through his hair. He felt Hermione wrap her arms around his waist. He hugged her to him and smelled her. She still had that sweet, flowery smell that he never wanted to forget.
"Let's go for a walk." Draco suggested pushing her away.
"Sounds great." Hermione smiled. They walked out to the Gardens and Draco wrapped his arm protectively around her. She leaned against him. They walked around smelling flowers and talking. He led her to a bench and they sat down. She snuggled up to him and soaked in his warmth. She sighed deeply.
"What are you thinking about? (A/N: most commonly asked cheesy question so you know it had to be in my story somewhere.)" He asked quietly.
"Tomorrow night." She answered with a deep blush spreading across her features.
"Are you...nervous?" He teased with a smirk.
"Oh, sod off." She hit him playfully and laughed.
"Don't worry, if you're bad you get your whole life to make it up to me."
"Dirty, dirty thoughts, Mister Malfoy." She smiled.
"Are you blushing, soon-to-be Mrs. Malfoy?" Draco teased. He kissed her again but only for a moment. "We should go back inside, classes are over."
"Yeah." They walked back inside.
"Oh, good you're back," Narcissa nearly squealed with delight. Draco was confused his mother was always calm and cold. She actually smiled, "You have to see what we have planned."
They spent the rest of the afternoon going over wedding plans. Both were tired and bored to tears by the time dinner came around. They sat in silence at the Slytherin Table. They walked through the hall together. Hermione slept in her own room that night. She couldn't believe tomorrow was her wedding day. Draco couldn't sleep; he tossed and turned for hours. Tomorrow was the most important day of his life.
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Hermione awoke early to find Narcissa Malfoy standing over her bed.
"Good morning, dear." Narcissa said quietly, "Today you join the Malfoy clan."
"Y-yeah." Hermione stuttered.
"Let's get you to breakfast, then dressed." Hermione sat with Draco at breakfast. Her smiled slightly then looked down for the rest of the meal. Four hours. They were getting married in four hours. Half and hour later, Narcissa shuffled Hermione into a room on the first floor. It was red all around and had at least ten large mirrors on the walls. It had a red cushion type pedestal in the center of the room. There was a huge silver vanity on one side filled all the hair and make-up products ever made. Lastly, there was a door next to the vanity whish presumably led to a bathroom.
"Hair and makeup first." Narcissa clapped her hands and three foreign women entered the room. Hermione sat at the vanity and let then do her hair and makeup with little fuss. When they finished, they began talking excitedly in French. Hermione looked in the mirror, she was beautiful. Her hair was in a bun twisty thing that she had never seen before and the pale, neutral makeup enhanced her natural beauty.
"Lovely, now for the dress robes." Narcissa clapped again and the three women disappeared. This time, only one woman entered carrying a set of gorgeous white dress robes with her. "I wore these on my wedding day, all the Malfoy women have, and it's been in the family for centuries."
Hermione dressed in the bathroom then stood on the pedestal while the old woman made the appropriate altercations. When she was done, Hermione let the full effects sink in. It now hugged all the right curves and the silky material was pure heaven against her skin.
Narcissa looked her up and down then nodded in approval, "Perfect."
"Are you nervous, dear?" Narcissa asked after she had sent the old woman away.
"Dreadfully." Hermione's voice quivered.
"Well, I'll give you the same advice I got on my wedding day, walk in there like you own the place. Of course, when Lucius and I married, he really did own the place so it was mine by connection." Narcissa smiled and Hermione made a feeble attempt to smile back.
"It's time." Squeaked a small house elf. Hermione shakily made her way to the door. 'This is it.' She made her way to the Great Hall entrance with Narcissa. Students who decided to skip lunch gave her strange looks as they walked down the hall. She made it there and met up with Harry.
"Harry?" Hermione asked startled.
"I had a talk with Dumbledore and her asked me to participate." He flashed a smile.
"Oh, good."
"I know I haven't always gotten along with Malfoy, but I love you and I want to be a part of your life." Hermione hugged him tightly.
"Hermione, dear, time to walk." Narcissa said. Harry and Hermione positioned themselves in front of the double door and walked forward when they were opened.
The hall was decorated in silver and gold. There was a long white aisle laid down for her to walk on. She slowly stated to walk. At the end of the row, Martin Cartier was waiting. Harry kissed her on the cheek and allowed Martin to hand her to Draco, she felt like she was flying. She was the center of attention as she allowed her self to be passed from friend to grandfather to, well...husband. She finally stood next to Draco at the alter. The preacher mumbled on for what seemed like forever then looked expectantly at Draco.
"I pledge myself to you." He replied. The preacher gave her the same speech and she gave the same reply.
"I would now like to announce Draco and Hermione Malfoy!" The preacher boomed into the audience. There were cheers from some students and some polite clapping.
"Now, I invite everyone to indulge themselves in this wonderful food!" Dumbledore clapped his hands and a feast appeared.
"I think we should go." Draco whispered in Hermione's ear.
"Why?" She whispered back.
"Because, I haven't had sex in over a month, call it frustration."
Hermione blushed deeply, "You can wait. We have to greet people, then we can leave." He groaned and mumbled something that sounded like, "Maybe..."
They greeted people for two hours then sat down to eat. Draco sucked in his food in under five minutes but Hermione took her time then got seconds just to see his reaction.
"C'mon." he groaned.
"Well, I do have to have energy for tonight, don't I?"
"Yes, lots of energy." He rubbed his hand gently along her inner thigh.
"I can feel that you know."
"That's the point." He stopped rubbing and leaned back in his chair. His black dress robes were in significant contrast to her pure white ones.
"Shouldn't you two be leaving soon." Dumbledore said.
"I've been trying to convince her of that for the past two hours." Draco replied. He stood and grabbed her hand. Hermione smiled and allowed him to lead her out of the Great Hall.