In Need of a Date!

Summary: Hermione was set to marry Ron, Ron cheated on her three nights before the wedding when Hermione found out she called it off. Now, five years later, Harry and Ginny are getting married and Ron is the best man, whilst she is the bride's maid. To make it seem like she didn't come alone to the wedding, Hermione rings the local escort agency to find someone who would be perfect to taunt Ron. Just her luck, they have the perfect man, but what happens when he's Draco Malfoy.

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Chapter Ten: tHe WedDiNg...aT LaSt

Hermione smiled at her friend. Ginny wore a flowing, white dress. It had a drooping v-neck and a bare back. She wore white gloves and glass slippers. Her brown eyes were blinking away tears as Harry slipped the ring onto her finger and as she slipped the ring onto his finger Hermione could swear she saw a single tear treacle down Harry's cheek.

The wedding was a spectacular sight and even Hermione herself was on the brink of tears and after the ceremony even Draco commented on its beauty. The reception was fun and the food delicious but Hermione was dreading what was going to happen after it all finished.

"Hermione, we're cutting the cake," screamed out Ginny, who was having great time, laughing and dancing. And she had every right too.

Hermione made her way over to the bride and groom and laced her fingers with Draco's, who had been talking animatedly with Bill about the Gringotts economics. It was a good feeling though part of Hermione was crying out because she was so certain Draco was going to leave after tonight. He hadn't spoken to all day and even at the reception he'd been avoiding her.

She'd been so surprised the previous evening when he'd come back to her. But that evening was the best she'd had in a long time. She couldn't remember ever feeling so satisfied. Ron hadn't returned back to the Burrow, nor had he showed up at the wedding so Harry surprisingly gave Draco the position of best man.

Hermione smiled along with everyone else as bride and groom cut the cake together.

"Hermione," Harry whispered in Hermione's ear after the cake had been devoured, "I think Draco's waiting for you," he nodded in the direction of the fountain Mr. Weasley had built for the wedding. Hermione's eyes landed on Draco who was sitting by himself, staring blankly into the water. She raised an eyebrow at Harry.

"He really does love you," Harry assured her, "trust me,"

"I do trust you, it's just…I don't want him to walk out on me,"

"He won't, he wouldn't have stormed off like he did last night if he didn't love you,"

"Huh,"

"Well he saw you and could have easily pretended he didn't if he didn't care for you but, the hurt in his voice when I went to talk to him and the pain in his eyes clearly showed me he didn't want to believe what he'd seen. And when he came back…Hermione stopped fretting over what Ron did to you, he's paid enough for that, instead think of how happy you've been with Mal-Draco and how happy you guys could be,"

Hermione smiled and kissed Harry on the cheek, "Thank you," she murmured, "thank you so much Harry,"

Harry returned the kiss and ushered his friend away. Hermione glided over to Draco and took a seat next to him, locking her eyes with him.

"What now?" He asked, "what do we do, where do we go?"

"Well I've always wanted to go to Australia," Hermione said nervously.

Draco smiled and kissed her nose, "I think I can arrange that," he kissed her gently on the lips before asking, "but what about us?"

"What about us? Do you want to go back to escorting strangers to-"

"I want to be with you,"

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AN: ha! Know it's mean to just end it like that but there's not much I really wanted to put in this chapter and I'm so sorry it's so short. Hopefully the next (and finally the last) chapter will be up some time within the next wk. but no promises. there's a lot of smiling in this chapter but yeah. next chapter is definately the last one. thank you to all those who've supported me so far. hehe. i'm so happy. soo close to being finished. xox.