Dear Hermione,

I think it's wonderful dear. You've never been one for rash decisions, if this is truly what you believe is best, we support you whole-heartedly. We understand that we may not be able to attend your wedding, but we expect at least a videotape of it, is that understood? If so than your mother and me wish you all the happiness in the world.

Love,

Your parents

"Well," Ron said after reading it, "That's one reaction, let's see what my mother had to say."

Ronald Weasely! How could you? You are not nearly ready for this kind of responsibility. We didn't even know you and Hermione were an item let alone that you'd wish to get married in your fifth year. I know that you've liked each other for a long time dear, but what brought about this insanity. But I suppose you're reading this with Hermione, congratulations dear, it's not that I don't approve of you, or your thoughts in the matter, it's purely my sons. Oh dear, tell me what struck this madness and then perhaps we'll talk.

"Wow," was all I could say after reading that. "You're mom is truly a wonderful person." I told him.

"After that outburst?" Ron asked, his face was completely red.

"Sure, just write back explaining why you and Hermione are doing this."

"Right." He took out a piece of parchment and began to scribble out a letter.

Dear Mum,

Hermione is a wonderful person whom I've loved since the minute I saw her. You of all people should know that time is growing short. I don't want to regret anything in my life, so I wish to marry her now. Life's to short and unpredictable not to live it to the fullest while you can.

Ron

"Not exactly awe inspiring, but I suppose it will do. Night witch," I called for my owl, she had beautiful black feathers so dark they blazed blue. Her feathers matched my hair. "Here, take this to a Mrs. Weasley." She hooted a low sound before flying into the heavens. "Your right though Ron, life is to short, try not to have any regrets if you can help it. When you do eventually die, you don't want to be bound to this world."

"You mean a ghost?" Harry asked.

"Sometimes, sometimes they become ghosts, but other times their desire can manifest itself into a physical being, even after they've left this world."

"A persons desire can manifest itself?"

"Yes. All the ghosts here are pure ghosts, and I haven't seen any of the sort yet in my life, but I know it is possible, I was taught it a while ago." I looked outside; nighttime had fallen as we sent the letter back to Mrs. Weasley. We had managed to avoid any mishaps over the past three days, but what about the next three. Only three more days, then I can take that potion…

"What are you thinking about?" Hermione asked me.

"Nothing." I smiled, "you'll need a dress."

"So will you."

"Then let's go look," I pulled her upstairs; I loved how she smiled so beautifully. I threw in my favorite karaoke CD.

"What song is that?"

"Oh it's beautiful," I began to sing to it. "If there's a prize for rotten judgment; I guess I've already won that; No man is worth the aggravation; That's ancient history- been there, done that!"

"It's so sad." Not to terribly. I smiled; just let her wait till I reach the end.

" No chance no way, I won't say it, no, no. You swoon, you sigh, why deny, uh-oh. It's to cliché; I won't say I'm in love. I thought my heart had learned its lesson; It feels so good when you start out; My head is screaming get a grip, girl, Unless, you're dying to cry your hear out." She began to cry at the lyrics. "No chance no way I won't say it no, no. Give up, give in, check the grin your in love. This scene won't play; I won't say I'm in love. Your doin' flips, read our lips your in love. Your way off base I won't say it, get off my case I won't say it. Girl don't be so proud, it's okay your in love. Oh, at least out loud, I won't say I'm in love."

"That's so beautiful."

"Yeah, the song of a demi-god and mortal he fell in love with, at least in that movie." I smiled.

"Listen, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I overreacted to you and Harry. It wasn't my place to begin with, but…"

"But I was a demon."

"Yes."

"Hermione, do you know why people dislike us?"

"Because you feast on human blood?"

"Yes. It's not like we kill the humans. But the smell of the blood draws us to the battlefield. That wouldn't give anyone the nicest reputation right?"

"No, but I knew you were a good person, I just judged you by what you were. I know I was raised better than that I was being…" She looked as though she was about to cry.

"You were being Harry's best friend." I looked to her and smiled. "Nothing more, nothing less, I expected you to react that way. Any sane person would."

"I didn't have any right."

"Hermione, it's not your past actions that matter. It's what's occurring right now. Every moment is precious, don't waste them on regrets, deal?"

"Deal." She smiled, "Now about our dresses."

"I have something's we can work with. Follow me." I led her to the side of my bed. Underneath was white fabric, chicken wire, thread, and soft silk with leaves sewn into the pattern, as well as some stuffing. "I'm sure we can make two beautiful gowns out of these."

"We're going to make the gowns we're going to wear?"

"Yup. It's all the more special. Who knows, maybe we'll be able to launch a business at this if we do this right." We laughed and got to work. I began to draw.

"I want a hole there. Oh, and here, can we put fabric and a little stuffing here? And I want some of this silk," She pulled out some glittery white silk ribbon that I had out, "I want this to flow down the back of the dress."

"How's this?"

"Oh, my, it's perfect." The picture was of a wedding gown with a spaghetti strap top that curved in the shape of a heart. At the middle of the top of the heart was a small hole to show a bit of her cleavage. On the skirt there were two of the old fashioned things, I'm not sure how to describe them, they sort of look like curtain windows on a dress. They branch from the top to the sides, well we stuffed those a bit to give it some… volume, and we let the rest of the dress flow. The hole was to be lined in gold as well as the A-line connection between the top of the skirt and the top; everything else was to be pure white.

For my wedding gown, I chose to make an off the shoulder gown, the top and both the sides were lined with small pearl beads. It had the same heart like cut of Hermione's gown, except where the two sides met I put a large cubic zirconia. Where the skirt met the dress I used the silk ribbon to create a belt that I would tie behind me. Even though it didn't show, I was self-conscience about that region and I wanted to put another layer there. My dress fell with the same curtain like effect of Hermione's skirt, though I didn't put stuffing in it. Hermione's dress was poofy with a lot of chicken wire, mine was a little poofy, because I couldn't stand to have the skirt stick to me, but it was only puffy enough to keep it off my legs. The dress was to have a lavender undergarment with white over it to give it a lavender hint while the diamond and pearl beads stuck out giving the viewers eye focus points so that I didn't fall into the background at my own wedding ceremony. "There." I gave a sigh of satisfaction as I sat back to examine it.

"That's a beautiful design, but how are we ever supposed to make these dresses?"

"It'll be fun. We can work in the room of requirement during the nights. Don't worry, it will all get done, we can hide the dresses there." She smiled and nodded in agreement. "Good, so shall we get started?"

"Now?"

"Well no time like the present, we already have our assignments complete and don't forget we only have a few months to finish."

"True, alright let's go." Grabbing the materials we ran to the room of requirement, currently Harry's and my current living quarters and requested a separate place to work on the dresses with sewing machines and things we'd need. Instantly we walked into a room with sewing equipment and two dummies that matched our bodies perfectly.

"This room truly is to much." It has thus far amazed me beyond belief, I was grateful to it. First, we'll need the base, which is the underlining bra top and the chicken wire skirts. We'll do this by layers and hope that it works." We began to give it the shape that our dresses would take. I had just gotten the built in bra secured by time we decided to call it quits. Harry was coming back after his detention with Umbridge. "Goodbye Hermione, I will see you tomorrow."

"Right, bye," As she left I heard her sing, "At least out loud I won't say I'm in love."

"Where did you two disappear to?"

"Right here love, don't worry. I haven't seen Malfoy since the encounter the other night."

"Good, he better keep his filthy paws off you." Harry growled slightly, playfully.

"Mr. Potter, don't tell me you can actually be jealous of that nimrod."

"Only when I smell his scent on you, can't I give him a good thrashing?"

"And reveal your demonic side? I don't think so. Let's not give him or my father any reason to be suspicious of anything more than a liking of one another." As I spoke we heard the doorknob turn. "Hide." I whispered to Harry.

"Gotta find a bathroom." It was Draco's voice. I didn't have to hear him, I could smell him.

"Harry." I whispered urgently as I could smell him getting angrier by the minute. Why did male demons' have to be so possessive? Something about 'their' territory I guess. They're almost like dogs at times. I watched as Draco ran into the bathroom. I had a clear view of everything, every part of his toned body. Briefly I wondered if I had made a mistake in choosing Harry over that. Shaking my head I realized that that was merely my hormones talking. Both my human side and my demon side chose Harry for life, and him that I wanted.

"Ah, well, well, well," He walked out as he zipped up his fly. "This looks like a nice place to relax till my shifts over." He walked up to the silver bed. Our bed. He fell onto it as we watched from behind some piece of conveniently placed furniture. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Harry," I whispered urgently, "I'm sure the room can give us a passage to the door so he won't see us, let's go to the common room."

"No, he's leaving." Silently Harry picked up the sleeping Draco and placed him outside the door, this time remembering to tell the room to make the door disappear behind him.

"Harry Potter, do you know how dangerous that was?" I started to scream at him the minute Draco was gone. "If he was still awake, or woke up, what do you think would've happened?" Draco was still awake and I knew it. He was too sleepy to realize he was being picked up or to even open his eyes. When he woke up in the hall he'd probably think it was a dream, but that doesn't mean I'm going to forgive Harry so easily. "Didn't Dumbledore tell you to thread lightly? You could put me and the baby at risk if you keep being so foolish and possessive."

"I want to protect you and the baby from that monster at all costs, that's what I'm doing, why are you so against it."

"I'm against it cause your methods are so idiotic."

"If I'm such and idiot why did you choose me?"

"Cause clearly I'm enough of an idiot to do so." With that I requested to go to the secret chamber while keeping Harry here. It was the chamber where our wedding gowns were being held. I went to go work on it and I told the room only to let Harry through if he was going to apologize to me. Let's see, the chicken wire should be in this shape. Why am I still working on this? We just had a major fight and what do I do? I go to work on my wedding gown so I can marry this man.

At that thought I reached up to touch my neck. The piercing was long since gone, and in its place was a small tattoo that read, 'Eternally loved,' in kanji. Our lives would hold many more hardships to come, this I knew, but we'd stand through it together. No matter what…