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A/N: Okay, I finished the story. The rest of the chapters should be up before Saturday. Please review this chapter, I need seven by chapter 26. Please! -Cole
On June 22, Ron and Hermione were married. A week before the wedding, Harry and Hermione were in Harry's study discussing the wedding plans when Hermione asked something quite abruptly.
"Harry?" she asked anxiety evident in her voice.
"Yes," Harry replied, skimming through the tuxedo magazine.
"Wouldyouliketogivemeaway?" Hermione asked very quickly.
Harry looked up, "Would you mind repeating that, I didn't understand."
"I asked if you would like to give me away," Hermione repeated, "You're my best friend Harry, I don't have anyone else, please?"
"Of course Mione," Harry replied pulling her into a hug, "You know I'm always there for you, no matter what. And just think with me giving you away, you don't have to listen to fatherly speeches about how men are dogs."
Hermione let out a chuckle and kissed his cheek before returning to the flower designs.
When the day arrived, Hermione was running around Grimmauld Place like a wild chicken with its head cut off. Luna and Pansy were trying to calm her down, but nothing seemed to be working. Finally, Pansy became annoyed enough to use drastic measures. She conjured up a bucket of water and dropped in on Hermione's head screaming, "SHUT UP GRANGER!" This action brought Hermione back to her senses and the three girls continued getting ready.
Harry, on the other hand, was having a much harder time trying to calm Ron down. Because Harry was giving Hermione away, Fred had been made best man and now the two of them were attempting to calm Ron down enough to put on his tuxedo.
"What if she says no?" Ron asked as he paced the floor, in his knickers no less.
"This is Hermione, Ron, she is not going to say no," Harry replied for what seemed like the fiftieth time. Fred nodded his agreement as he attempted to magic the tux onto Ron.
"That's not going to work," Ron stated. He grabbed the tux from Fred and pulled it on. Draco had been placed in charge of doing Ron's hair, and in the end he just gel-ed it back and straightened the ends, both of which made Ron feel a bit more than a little bit gay.
After two hours, both the bride and the groom were ready, and so the wedding began. Luna had been chosen as Hermione's Maid of Honor with Pansy, Keira, and Dora as the bridesmaids. Rita had been invited, but she was a bit standoffish and didn't really mix well with Harry's friends. In fact, Harry hadn't seen her since graduation, so he wasn't surprised when she didn't show up. Harry was giving Hermione away, Fred was the Best Man, and Draco, Neville, and Bill were the groomsmen.
Hermione was wearing a silk, white gown with diamonds and pearls, she had insisted on a muggle wedding in honor of her parents and Ron had whole-heartedly agreed saying his father would have liked that. Hermione's hair was done up in a cascading bun while all of the bridesmaids had theirs in braids. Luna, having to stand out of course, had painted every other braid blue to match her dress. They all looked quite beautiful.
After the wedding, they all left for the Marauding Hall, a place named after Sirius, Remus, and James, which Harry and Draco had bought and maintained. They were all eating, the toasts having just being made, when Draco began to turn a deathly green shade. Harry and Pansy rushed over to him and apparated him to St. Mungos while Hermione and Ron checked over the food. Underneath Draco's steak was a small vile and a note. The vile was most obviously the poison, so Ron apparated over to St. Mungos with it for analysis while Hermione read the note.
Draco-
Traitors always die the worst of deaths. Alone and afraid with no one there. Rejoin the Dark side or Die!
-Flint
Hermione let out an audible gasp, apparently, Flint was not afraid of being caught. Hermione laughed at his ignorance and apparated to the Ministry, leaving many confused and bewildered guests behind. Luna, Neville, and Fred were left to get rid of them.
The next day, Draco was released from the hospital with a strict warning to not eat anything unless he was sure it was safe. The potion had been a minor version of the 'Draught of Endless Sleep,' and Draco was lucky the marinade on his steak had counteracted many of the ingredients.
Hermione, on the other hand, was not quite as lucky. The letter must have had a timed explosion charm on it because five minutes before she reached the Minister's office, the letter busted into flames. Hermione, unable to prove anything, returned home and waited for Ron.
Hermione and Ron left for their Honeymoon the day after Draco's release. They were going to Paris for a week. Harry made them promise to write and Hermione agreed to write everyday. Harry then made Ron promise to not hurt 'his angel' at which case Ron responded with, "She's my angel too." Harry counteracted this with an "I suggested we save her from the Troll," to which Ron had no reply and settled for promising to treat Hermione good instead.
Draco spent the next week writing apology letters to Hermione and Ron daily saying he was sorry for ruining their wedding. When they returned both Hermione and Ron gave him a nice lecture on how it wasn't his fault and that he was just too arrogant to blame anyone else.
