A/N: I warn you in advance; the last time I went to a wedding was four years ago. I really have no clue how weddings work except for what I've watched in the movies, so bear with me everyone! And second of all, I'm sure everyone wants a long-winded description of her dress. The last time I ever saw a brides dress was four years ago as well (yes I know what you're thinking, you need to get out more often but really, I only ever see them in shop windows!). I'll do my best but I suck real bad at describing things so some help of where I went wrong would be much appreciated!
Thirdly, thank-you to everyone who helped me out with the whole rating dilemma. I've decided to keep it an R! Yah cheers It's not really R material but I might do something with it later on and I think everyone reads R's more.
Well, I'll stop chatting now because then the Author Notes might be longer than the chapter! Enjoy, now, you naughty people! Lol.
'Her-my-oh-neeee!' squealed her mother, wrapping her arms around Hermione in a rib-crushing hug. Hermione checked for Hogwarts students. It was astounding how parents could be so embarrassing subconsciously (A/N: Oh man, I can totally relate to that.)

The shop they went into, Elegance Boutique, had roughly ten women in it, all of whom were over seventeen, and into their twenties or thirties. Seventeen was so young to be getting married!

It doesn't matter, said a small voice in Hermione's head. You'll just sit at home for the rest of your life, it's the only thing the fucking Malfoy rules will allow you to do.

Hermione hastily dismissed the voice.

When we asked where the bridal dresses were, the lady at the counter thought Nancy was getting married.

'Congratulations!' she told her. 'I'm so happy for you, it's – '

'Uh, no,' she cut in quickly. 'My daughter.'

'Oh,' said the lady. 'Right.' (A/N: I won't tell you what the dress looks like right this moment because I'm mean!)
'Harry, I'm going to throw up.'

Harry and Ron tutted and quickly assured Hermione that she wouldn't.

'Oh fuck, I am,' said Hermione, her face turning another shade lighter. Her eyes were wide with dread and another emotion they couldn't place, and her face had almost reached a shade of white.

'Anyway, you look stunning,' exclaimed Ron. Seeming to ignore Ron, Hermione stared at her hands like she'd never seen them before.
'Oh fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. What the fuck am I doing, you guys? I'm getting married. At seventeen. To Draco Fucking Malfoy, that great sodding son of a bitch –'

'Er, Hermione,' said Harry, awkwardly patting her shoulder. He was quite unfamiliar with the Hermione who swore. 'I thought you said you guys had made a truce.'

'SO?' she screeched, pulling at her hair in her frustration. 'I hate his fucking guts. I hate his fucking hair. I hate his fucking attitude – '

Ron nimbly started playing some soothing music.

Hermione took ten deep breaths. Instantly, she felt calmer. 'Harry, I can't do this. Before it felt like I was in some sort of bubble... a dream, or in shock, but now its shattered and I'm in the harsh reality... I can't fucking do this, Harry!'

Harry plucked at Ron's sleeve. 'We'd better bring the girls in.'

They quickly exited and soon afterwards they were joined by Luna, Parvati, Lavender, Ginny and none other than Mrs. Weasley.

'Hermione, dear,' she fussed. 'Draco's a good lad.'

You were singing a different tune a few months ago, thought Hermione sourly.

Luna fingered Hermione's dress. 'You're lucky, you know. Most pureblood have to marry, and at least Draco's your age and he was blessed with looks.'

'Looks that he didn't deserve!' cried Hermione shrilly, but she pondered Luna's words. No matter how lucky she was, most purebloods did not find out that they were purebloods and betrothed to their sworn enemy in a matter of days. Really, she should be in therapy for what she went through! And that's not counting all those fucking Malfoy fucking family fucking rules.

Fuck fuck fuck.

'At my wedding,' sighed Ginny dreamily, assisting her mother touch up Hermione's dress (A/N: Yes, yes, description in a mo). 'I'm going to have it at a beach... with a rainforest in the background, and my soulmate and I will snog under a golden setting sun and the waves will splash about our heels and everyone will be so jealous – '

Funnily enough, that wasn't making Hermione feel much better. She bit back a sharp retort, because that's how she wanted her wedding to be. With the man of her dreams. She would be radiant, instead of near to tears and droopy and she would be bursting full of happiness, her hair...

She stopped dreaming. It would never be. She was jealous. Extremely and utterly jealous of Ginny Weasley for being able to treasure that dream.

'I expect you're nervous,' said Mrs. Weasley. Hermione nodded. The nervousness combined with the sadness and dread were just about killing her. 'Don't be. When I married Arthur, I was as nervous as hell. It all went smoothly.'

'The – the thing I'm dreading most of all,' choked out Hermione. 'Is when I have to – have to – t-to kiss him.'

The room went silent.

'Oh yes,' Luna whispered, shattering the tense silence, her voice like a knife. 'I'd forgotten.'

'You lucky thing!' shrieked Lavender. 'Tell me everything – how his lips feel, are they soft or firm? How he smells, I've heard that – '

'Oh shut up,' snapped Parvati. 'You're not making Hermione feel any better!'

It felt like snakes were in her stomach, eating her alive. It felt more than that, though. She felt seriously sick. She then realized what it was. Pushing past Parvati and run to the toilet and hurled up the contents of her dinner.
Draco felt as sick as Hermione.

'Do you know what this means?' he asked Blaise sadly. 'No more one night girls. No more flirting. No more – '

'Hey, man, don't make it be more hard than it already is,' said Blaise, confidently patting Draco's shoulder.

'And Granger is gonna be real pissed,' continued Draco, his voice a monotone. 'I asked Mother and Father and she won't be able to work – I haven't broken the news to her yet, but when I do, I should start digging my grave.'

Blaise flinched. 'She's that obsessed about her work, mate? What about the other rules, is she all – '

'Yeah,' said Draco, absentmindedly smoothing his pants. 'But she's crazy about her work. Crazy, I tell you. I'm not too happy about these rules either.'

Blaise sniggered. 'I thought you wouldn't mind the sharing the same bed rule...' he playfully punched Draco's arm.

Draco laughed. 'I guess I could survive...'
But before he knew it, the wedding had started, and he was standing at the front of the church, hundreds of eyes watching him.

His mouth felt dry and his stomach was a solid mass of writhing snakes. What if forgot when to say his vows? What if he stumbled on –

At that moment he spotted Hermione. He hadn't seen her for a while now, and she looked as stunning as ever, if not more so.

She was wearing the most bravura and dazzling dress, the color of purest white, with elaborate designs and a long train which trailed down the aisle. It molded perfectly around her slim body, and she would have made the perfect bride if it were not for the fact that the look on her face was no less than murderous.

Draco saw his mother looking furious and Hagrid looking confused as Hermione walked past him, Ted escorting her. But nevertheless, she was radiant in her beauty and Draco felt the ominous and annoying pang of longing again that he felt when he saw her in his house. She was everything that a Malfoy wife required... pureblooded, beautiful, intelligent and passionate. Everyone said he made the perfect husband.

Newspapers claimed it was a match made in heaven. It was just too bad that we hate each other, he thought sadly.

Then, all of a sudden, Hermione was standing there across from him.
It was time.

Hermione trembled inside her wedding dress. Each second drew her nearer to her death. By that, she meant every second drew her nearer to the end of the wedding.

She sighed. At least she had not tripped over that damned long train of hers. Imagine the laugher and embarrassment if she had - !

At least the easy part was over.

She knew she looked angry, and wondered what people must think in the crowd, the ones that thought that she loved that stuck-up bastard across from her.
She relaxed her face a bit, and forced herself to listen to the priest. It seemed like he was reading out her death sentence, and after this, there would be no going back.

Why was her life so fucked up? While she waited, she played with the cream colored gloves she was wearing and was suddenly jerked to life when Draco said; 'I do.'

Fuck, it was time already?

'And do you, Hermione Anne Granger, take Draco Lucius Malfoy to be your lawfully wedded husband?'

Trying not to grimace, Hermione whispered, 'I d-do.'

The priest smiled. 'You may now kiss the bride.'

To her utter mortification, Hermione let loose the tiniest of squeaks. Draco and the priest looked at her strangely, and she blushed.

For a while Draco and she stood there, daring each other to make the first move.

The priest coughed. 'Er, you may now kiss the bride.'

A few people in the audience either coughed or laughed.

Hermione wanted to scream.

'Oh fuck this,' said Draco and moved forward, swiftly snaking an arm around Hermione's waist and kissed her.

Hermione jumped. That was unexpected – well, not really, but still! The kiss was short, but it was breathtaking. At the end of it, she could understand why he was nicknamed Sex God of Slytherin. He was obvious talented in that particular field.

She blushed again.
Draco inwardly chuckled. For an ex-Mudblood, Granger wasn't such a bad kisser. With a bit of practice, she would be a master.

He could explore her sweet mouth with his tongue, brand her with love bites –

Bad, bad Draco for thinking such dangerous thoughts. One might think that he was falling for Granger, but no, he was not falling for an ex-Mudblood. The pang of longing inside him deepened.

Oh, shit.
Since it was in the afternoon, and they had the day off, Harry, Ron and Ginny went reluctantly and unwillingly to a bar because, in Hermione's words, she had a desperate need for alcohol.

Ron and Harry escaped to the Quidditch shop next door, leaving Ginny with Hermione.

'I've got to go to the bathroom,' said Ginny, standing up. 'Don't go anywhere, okay?' There wasn't any real need for panic, since Hermione had yet to drink something but she was being careful.

Hermione nodded. 'Please kill me.'

After Ginny left, the young bartender spotted her.

'Want something to drink?'

Hermione thought. 'Something strong.'

The bartender raised an eyebrow. 'I'll find something.' He fetched her a glass filled with a thick red drink.

Hermione gulped it down eagerly. 'Some more, please.'
Draco had searched the shops and had only a little time left to find Hermione. It was late afternoon, and he had been looking everywhere for about an hour.

Then he saw Harry and Ron in a Quidditch shop.

'Where is she?' he growled. Wordlessly, they pointed to the bar next door.

'That bar?' breathed Draco, shocked. Hermione, good smart Head Girl Hermione was in a bar? No wonder he hadn't found her – it never occurred to him to look in a bar.

The bar was small and dark and smelled like stale alcohol. The air itself seemed to be thick with it. He wrinkled his nose in distaste.

Did Hermione ever think how she might be dishonoring the Malfoy name being seen in here?

An unpleasant sight met his eyes.

He stood still in shock, appalled, watching a drunk Hermione drown a glass of some red stuff he couldn't identify, pull the bartender down on a chair, straddle him and next thing he knew their lips were locked together.

He was absolutely furious. Some friends Hermione had, letting her go off alone into a bar while they looked at broomsticks! And Hermione, even thinking of going into this bar, and kissing another guy an hour after her wedding! He refused to be jealous of the bartender, and marched over there.

'Hermione!' he growled, yanking her off the guy. The guy eyed him.

'What are you doing? Let her kiss who she wants – '

'She's my wife,' snarled Draco, his eyes turning a dangerous silver. The bartender looked shocked and quickly scuttled off.

Hermione giggled. 'Heyyyy, waddyadothatfor?' She kissed his neck hungrily.

Draco was still too angry to feel any other emotion.

With a growl of exasperation, he brought her back to the Malfoy Manor and laid her on the sofa.

She fell promptly asleep.

Draco paced, riding himself slowly of his rage, and Narcissa walked in.

She gave Hermione a disdainful look. 'My, my. She'll be severely punished when she wakes up.' She shook her head and tutted.

'Now Draco, where do you want to go for your honeymoon?'
A/N: Yeah, I know, where'd Ginny go? But all shall be explained! And where should they go for their honeymoon? Anyone know of any exotic places?