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The entire Weasley family, along with Draco, Harry, Hermione and Blaise all sat around the large family dining table. The third generation sat on the floor around a small coffee table as the adults chatted loudly over their food. It was the weekly Weasley get together, and for the first time in while, Molly was pleased that she managed to get her entire family together again.

Throughout the meal, Harry had been watching the Weasley's with interest, trying to decide whether or not they had changed much since he had last seen them. At one end of the table, sat the twins, Fred with his wife Annabelle, who was pregnant with their first child, and George who was engaged to Katie Bell, but both were trying to get Ron to eat a rather large cookie, and Ron was taking the bait.

"Fred, don't give it to Ron," Annabelle shrieked as Ron took the cookie, who then dropped it and looked at his brothers in disgust.

"You were trying out your new jokes on me?" He exclaimed, angry that he had been fooled by the twins again.

Next to them was Bill and Ginny, who were watching their brothers on with slight interest, but kept stealing glances at the two blondes sitting across from them. Charlie was infact, in deep conversation with Draco about some exotic type of dragon that's in breeding season, while Fleur was watching her and Bill's son as he ate his meal. Charlie's wife was talking to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley about Ginny and Draco's wedding. It almost felt the same to Harry, apart from the fact that there were more females (and that Percy was not there), just like old times, everyone in conversation, not caring about the world outside of the house.

In fact the only people that weren't in a conversation was himself, Hermione and Blaise, who were sitting across from each other, Hermione next to Draco, Blaise next to Ginny, the tension between was almost visible.

As the party moved outside as the Weasley grandchildren began a game of hide and seek, our favorite brunette stayed inside, choosing to wash the many dishes the old muggle way, hoping no one noticed her absence. She doubted they would though, since no one had really noticed how quiet she had been during the meal.

Carrying a large pile of plates to the filled sink. She didn't even hear the backdoor open.

"Mione? What are you doing?" Ginny finally asked her, snapping her from her thoughts.

"The dishes," Hermione replied more fiercely than she intended.

"Why? You know Mum'll do them with a flick of her wand," Ginny answered back.

"I like doing them okay?" Hermione shot back.

"Fine," Ginny replied and picked up a tea towel.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

"Helping," Ginny told her. Neither of the girls spoke fir a few minutes as they continued to wash the dishes.

"So are you going to tell me?" Ginny finally broke the silence.

"Tell you what?" Hermione asked back.

"What the deal is with you and Blaise at the moment, one minute your all-over each other, the next you're not even talking…" Ginny trailed off as the backdoor opened again and Blaise entered.

"Hermione we need to talk," Blaise said quietly as both women turned to face him.

"I know," Hermione replied, but turned back to the dishes.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Are you coming? I'm sure Ginny can manage the dishes by herself," Blaise spoke quickly and rudely.

Hermione gave Ginny an apologetic glance, who just shrugged and took her wand out of her pocket. She was out of the kitchen before Hermione had even grabbed a handful of floo powder.

Blaise waited impatiently for Hermione to floo back into her apartment. After talking to Draco and finding out that Ginny was staying at the Burrow for the night, he had decided that this was the safest place to come to avoid interruptions.

Finally, Hermione appeared in her fireplace and after brushing the soot off, she sat in a small armchair that was across from where Blaise was sitting. She didn't look at him.

"Hermione do you want to marry me? Because if you don't know would be a good time to let me know, save us both the trouble," Blaise said in one breath.

Hermione finally looked up at him. "Of course I do Blaise, I wouldn't have –"

"Then why do you want to wait so long?" Blaise cut her off and stood. He began to pace the small living room.

"I just- I thought it would be easier for you, I thought it would be less stressful for your campaign, so your not getting distracted by me…" Hermione told him slowly.

"If anything it will help my campaign," Blaise muttered, but Hermione heard him.

She stood up and he stopped pacing the room and looked at her.

"Are you marrying me to help your career Blaise?" she said looking straight into his eyes.

"What?" Blaise asked her, slightly confused.

"Is this just a publicity stunt that's going to help you get votes?" Hermione said a little more clearly this time.

"No," Blaise almost shouted at her.

"Then why did you say it would help your campaign?" Hermione shouted back and moved toward her bedroom.

She slammed the door shut and locked it with her wand, before Blaise even had the chance to put his hand on the handle.

Sitting on the floor, Hermione leant back against her bed and hugged a pillow tightly to her chest. But she refused to cry.

"Mione." Blaise's voice came through the door; "I didn't mean it like that. If you let me in I'll explain."

Ginny sat on the back porch swing, watching nothing in particular. The party had finished shortly after Hermione and Blaise left, after the twins had given bill and Fleur's oldest son one of their experimental cookies and he couldn't stop turning into different objects. He had been a postbox when they had taken him to St. Mungos.

Ron and Harry had also left early, explaining they had an early meeting with Ron's Coach the next morning. Leaving Ginny and Draco alone, until Mrs. Weasley let Mr. Weasley come home from the hospital.

"I made us some tea," Draco said proudly as he came back out to the porch. Ginny smiled weakly at the thought of drinking another one of his teas, but took the cup and placed it on the ledge behind the swing.

He sat on the old rocking chair; the Mrs. Weasley kept by the swing, and took a sip of his tea.

"You know, next time Mum wants everyone over, I think we should bring your Mum," Ginny said softly as she leant back against the swing, making it move back and forth slightly.

"She'd like that," Draco said, 'She could sit with twins,"

Ginny looked at him horrified, "if your planning to humiliate your mother then you can bring her alone," she told him.

He laughed. "Don't worry I already warned her for the reception not to accept anything from your brothers," Draco smirked, "well from Fred and George anyway."

Ginny nodded and watched as he took another mouthful of his tea.

"It's not as good as Rother's is it?" Draco asked pulling a face, putting the cup down on the floor.

"No way near," Ginny told him laughing.

"Hermione, please," Blaise said into the white paint on her bedroom door, " open the door and I'll explain,"

No reply came. Again.

Blaise sat down on the floor and leant against door. Across from him in the hall was a little stand and it had a photo of Ginny and Hermione on it at Ginny and Draco's engagement party.

The sound of movement came from behind the door, but it did not open.

"Hermione?" Blaise said again taking a deep breath, "I didn't mean it like that-"

"Well what else could you have meant Blaise," Hermione's angry voice came through the door.

"I meant that it would help me take time out from the campaign, coming home to you, giving me a break from everything," Blaise tried to explain, but it was no use since he was talking to a door.

The door opened suddenly, causing Blaise to fall back slightly. Hermione simply stormed past him.

"Mione?" Blaise said gently once he had moved back into the living room.

She had her back to him, and for a moment Blaise thought she was crying, even though he knew she wouldn't let herself cry over something like this.

He put his arms around her, "Hermione," he said softly this time.

"Don't," she pulled away and turned to face him.

"I just wanted to do what I thought was best Blaise," she told him, "but obviously we have different ideas about where we heading…"

Blaise took a step toward her.

"Maybe, we should think about this before we do anything either of us is going to regret," Hermione finished before he could say anything.

"NO," He said quickly, "there's nothing to think about. Mione I love you, I want to marry you, I don't care when, just as long as I spend the rest of my life with you,"

"But," Hermione tried to interrupt.

"But nothing, if you want to wait, I'll wait," Blaise told her, taking a step toward her.

"You'll really wait?" She asked and Blaise nodded as he took her in his arms.

"Of course," Blaise whispered into her ear as he hugged her, Hermione smiled to herself, glad that her 'plan' worked.

The next few days were hectic at the Burrow and in Hermione and Ginny's apartment, with the press even more alert with the Wedding in only a few days. Ginny became a nervous wreck, while Draco's attitude could best be described as some one who looked as if the giant quid at Hogwarts had grabbed him and pulled him under.

Hermione and Blaise were barely seeing each other, too preoccupied with their roles in the wedding, which also involved keeping the bride and groom sane. Harry was even called after Draco refused to communicate with anyone unless it was in pig Latin.

Then finally the day came and once again the Burrow was full.

Harry watched as Draco paced up and down the room he used to share with Ron at the Weasley's. Finally, he stopped, in front of the mirror, to adjust the pale green tie, before buttoning up the black robes Ginny had picked out. He looked as if he was about to throw up.

"Harry," the blonde turned toward him, "what if I disappoint her?"

"You won't," Harry reassured him, "Everything's going to be perfect,"

Draco tried to smile at Harry's reassuring words, but it ended up like a sad smirk. The bedroom door opened and Blaise entered.

"Everything's ready," He told them as Harry stood, the two men waited for Draco.

"You have her ring right?" He looked at Blaise, who nodded in reply.

"Okay," Draco finally said confidently, adjusting his robes once more, before making his way down the stairs and into the Weasley's backyard.

"Gin, it's time," Arthur Weasley said softly, as he entered his daughter's room.

Ginny was standing at the window, watching as Draco entered the backyard, followed by Blaise and Harry. As she turned to face her father a soft smile was on her face.

Picking up her bouquet of white roses, she took her fathers hand as followed as he guided her downstairs, where Hermione, Ron and her Mother were waiting.

"Ginny," Hermione gasped.

"You look beautiful," Ron told her as Molly wiped her eyes. And she did. Her dark red curls framed her face perfectly, hanging halfway down her back, the strapless white dress clinging over her curves effortlessly, her eyes sparkling with joy and love.

She smiled toward her brother, before turning to Hermione.

"You still have the ring right?" she asked nervously.

Hermione nodded as the music began to play, motioning the ceremony was about to begin. Ron escorted molly out into the backyard and Hermione picked up her own bouquet.

Harry sat next to Narcissa Malfoy, in the first row. He watched silently as Ron escorted Mrs. Weasley down the aisle and they joined the rest of the large Weasley family. He glanced at Draco, who didn't look like he was going to throw up now.

The music became softer, and Harry turned back to watch Hermione walk down to the altar. Her eyes immediately connected with Blaise's, and it was obvious their engagement would soon be announced and the headlining news in the daily prophet.

She stopped once she got to the altar and gave Draco a small smile as the traditional bridal waltz began to play.

Harry stood with Narcissa and watched as Ginny walked down the aisle with Mr. Weasley. Watching her Harry suddenly had flashbacks about the first time he had met Ginny, then she as just Ron's younger sister who helped to show him how to get into platform 9 and three-quarters. Now she was a woman, a beautiful woman, who was his best friend.

Her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her, and not once did she look at any of the guests. Harry glanced at Draco and found that he too was transfixed on the Red head. Finally Mr. Weasley bought her to the altar and gave his only daughter away.

"Hello Harry," A soft familiar Australian accent said to him as he stood at the back of the garden, watching as his two best friends mingled with the guests, never taking their eyes off each other.

"Emma," Harry said slightly surprised to see her there, "I didn't know you were friend's with Draco,"

"I'm not," She smiled at him, "well not really, I played with him a few times when I was eight but that's about it,"

Harry looked at her slightly confused, slightly in awe. She looked amazing, her shiny brown hair fell past her shoulders and her fringe was swept perfectly across her face, falling slightly across her left eye.

"I'm the photographer he hired," She said when he didn't respond.

Harry nodded, choosing not say anything as he could feel at least three sets of eyes on him.

"Well, I better not keep you," Harry said, moving toward the table where the twins were sitting, leaving her alone.

He joined Fred and Annabelle, who were arguing about some joke he and George wanted to pull.

"Come on, Ginny won't mind, will she Harry?" Fred turned to his friend for support.

"You're joking right? She'd murder you if you tried to pull a prank today," Harry responded as Annabelle pulled him a look as if to say I told you so.

"She couldn't murder me, I'm her favorite brother," Fred said grinning as he got up from the table.

Harry watched as he walked over to George and they began to talk, George's face began to look disappointed.

"I don't think they're going to do anything," Harry said turning back to Fred's wife.

"Yeah, well according to everyone else, apparently they've calmed down a bit these last few years," She told him smiling.

Harry nodded, "how long have you and Fred been married?"

"Oh, it's just over two years now, but we met about six months before that, Fred saved me from getting a cream pie in my face as I walked into their shop," Annabelle answered in a carefree tone.

"Fred actually prevented a prank? Well there's a first for everything, I guess," Harry replied and Annabelle laughed.

Emma watched as Ginny and Draco sat on the grass in the Weasley's backyard as the day turned into night, the sun setting slowly in the horizon. Many of the guests had either left or were inside the house, leaving the newlyweds alone.

As discreetly as she could, Emma continued to click away with her camera, catching the moments that weren't posed, just Ginny and Draco with each other. Finally the film ran out, and Emma let them finally be alone. Searching for her bag, she finally found it on the Weasley's back porch. Carefully placing her camera inside, she was startled as the backdoor swung open.

"You're finally finished then?" Blaise asked coming out and leaning against the railing.

"What, oh, yeah," Emma stuttered as the door opened again.

"Harry, I told you, Ron put me up to it," Hermione squealed as she darted out on to the back porch.

Harry followed his black hair and face covered in white powder.

"Ron doesn't use talcum powder," Harry said back, a hint of laughter in his voice, in his hand he was carrying a water bottle.

Hermione had disappeared.

"So, um, yeah, can you tell Draco and Ginny the photo's will probably be ready in about two weeks," Emma turned back to her cousin, trying to ignore Harry and Hermione.

"Sure," Blaise said, while motioning to Harry that he knew where Hermione was hiding.

"I'll see you later Blaise," Emma said before apparating.

"You don't have to go ye-" Blaise turned back to his cousin but she was already gone.

Hermione's scream filled the air as Harry found her and emptied his water bottle over her head.

Draco lifted his wife off the grass.

"Are you ready to go home, Mrs. Malfoy?" he whispered into her ear.

She nodded into his neck in response.

He put her down and looked up to the house that was still full of red heads, he took her hand and began to walk toward the house.

"Draco," Ginny's voice was soft.

"Yeah," he said vaguely turning back to her, his breath being taken away for about the millionth time that he looked at her.

"Close your eyes,"

He hesitated, but then slowly closed his eyes, before feeling the warmth from Ginny's body as she wrapped her arms around him. A soft pop was heard and Draco opened his eyes again.

"Ginny, we should have said goodbye, at least to your parents," Draco began as he realised she had apparated them back to the manor, but was cut off when her lips met his.

"So, your telling me, that you were at this wedding the whole day, and he only spoke to you once?" Sarah's voice filled her office.

"Yes," Emma said for the tenth time, her tone slightly agitated.

She looked down at the photos that covered her desk, and then at the four rolls of film she still had to develop.

"And when he did speak to you, what did he say?" Sarah continued.

"I already told you, he just said hello and asked how you were," Emma replied, picking up a photo of Ginny and Draco with Blaise and Hermione. She picked up the dark green velvet photo album and flipped to the page that was titled the wedding party if gold scrawly writing, carefully, lacing the picture on the page, Emma watched as the four of them grinned back at her.

"Whey are you so interested in what Ron Weasley said to me anyway?" Emma finally asked her friend who was sprawled on her couch with a magazine infront of her face.

"Oh, no particular reason," she answered, not moving the magazine away from her face.

Emma grinned to herself, but continued to sort through the pictures.

A/N: so I know there was a long wait for me to update this…but I kind of got stuck for ideas and school got busy….but anyway it's here now……unfortunately I might not be able to update for another couple of weeks though because were coming to he end of the school year and I have more assignments and exams and stuff…but I will try and make the time to update I promise…..Please review though and tell me what you think…