Chapter 22

A/N: Hey all, glad to see the great urn out of reviews they really keep me going! I will not discontinue. I've been on holiday from school so I thought it would be unfair not to write a chapter for my loyal readers

The news of the engagement had come as a shock to Dria but it was soon replaced by joy. It had been 5 weeks since the announcement and the world was a buzz. The rag magazines everyday had at least a cover story on the two lovebirds and it wasn't until one rainy afternoon in a chic London mall filled with designer boutiques had been set off for Hermione and her bridesmaids to shop for the wedding. They had been in every store and all the dresses were plain, boring and dowdy, well at least to Dria. That's when she saw it, Betsy Johnson. She ran in closely followed by Hermione, Avery and Hermione's sisters. Betsy Johnson was the designer that personified Dria in all of her glam and excess. She quickly found a golden short dress with sparkling sequins sewn in curvy lines from top to bottom and translucent fabric exposed at the hem.

"This one Hermione! Oh bloody hell it's gorgeous." Dria said breathlessly. Hermione looked at the dress and it was Dria in the form of a dress. But it was so short and sparkly and not what she was looking for in a bride's maid dress especially her maid of honor.

"Dria, I um, it's very, er you?" she stuttered starring at the dress with confusion.

"It's perfect Hermione!" Dria said excitedly

"Perfect for a night club! You've got to be off your rocker to wear THAT to a royal wedding!" exclaimed Carrington while Hayden chuckled. Hermione regretted making her sisters bridesmaids at that very moment. She looked in the Dria's puppy dog eyes and then a spark ignited in her eyes. Dria recognized it on the spot Hermione had an idea.

"All right Dria that will be the bridesmaids gowns, but I'll have to make one alteration." The dresses would be lengthened a great deal all the way down to the floors the color will also be changed to a deep rich crimson. She actually liked the dress very much, especially when Dria called the designer herself and got her to remake the dresses for them.

Later that night Dria couldn't shake a lingering feeling of resentment as she sat her chin resting her knees. She was on her favorite couch in Draco's town house. She'd been spending a lot of time there lately. There was a rapping on the door, Dria looked at the door but just sat there.

"Hey babe can you get the door?" called Draco from the kitchen. The person knocked on the door again, Dria didn't move.

"Dria! Get the bleeding door!" yelled Draco, when he got no answer he came storming in to the living room. He stopped in his tracks when he saw her. She looked like a lost child looking at him with her big blue eyes. He opened the door, it was the Chinese deliveryman, he quickly paid him took the food and shut the door.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want to talk about it." She looked away from him.

"Fine be a whiney little brat." He got up abruptly grabbed the food and started for the kitchen.

"I don't understand." She said in a quiet voice.

"Don't understand what?" He turned and looked at her.

"I was happy for them at first…"

"Potter and Granger." He answered for her she just gave him a quick glare.

"But now it just completely nauseates me to even think about it!" her face contorted in to a look of disgust.

"I knew it. You've just got your knickers in a twist because you're always the bride." He said Dria just looked at him puzzled.

"You're always the bride never the bridesmaid. All the attention is on Hermione now, all the tabloids write about her not you." He looked at Dria who was pouting, he had the nail right on the head. Eve she couldn't argue.

"Listen darling, take this as an opportunity." He said sitting down next to her his arm around her shoulders, his eyes looking at the embers in the fireplace.

"How so?" she asked intrigued

"Well for one, u get a vacation and after the news of the wedding has cooled u come back with a bang." He said now picking at his manicured finger nails.

"And where do you plan on vacationing?" she asked not impressed with his idea. She crossed her arms over her chest.

Draco rolled his eyes. He scooped her up in his arms and walking swiftly up the stairs to the bedroom. He threw her a bit to roughly on the four-poster, climbed on top of her and kissed her passionately but roughly. "Right here." Dria gave him a devious grin before pulling him in to a fiery kiss.

"I've never been in your flat before." Harry said as they walked down the hall.

"Oh it's really nothing special, but it's home." Hermione smiled as she turned the key to open her flat. They walked in and Harry's senses were bombarded. His eyes were dazzled with bright colors and a million things to look at. His could smell at least 3 different perfumes, scented candles and the faint smell of coffee and incense. He could hear the britney spears playing in another room.

He absentmindedly followed Hermione in to her room trying to take in everything. He looked at the pictures on her desk. He recognized most of the people, Dria, Avery, her parents her sisters. But there was one that stood out. It was a picture of Hermione she didn't look older then 16, she was standing next to a girl who had bouncy auburn curls, hazel eyes, delicate features and a bright smile. She was wearing a straw cowboy hat, a belly shirt that read, everything's bigger in Texas, cowboy boots and ripped up denim shorts.

What surprised Harry the most was Hermione was wearing the same thing but blushing furiously a timid smile on her face. He let out a soft chuckle " Did you moonlight as a cow girl?" he asked jokingly.

Hermione whipped around from her armor and blushed "No I was visiting my cousin, she lived in Texas, she was my best friend growing up. We wrote letter to each other like it was our job." She smiled to herself remembering all those good memories.

"What's her name?" he asked curiously.

"Vegas, Vegas Dupree. She's working in New York now. She acts I believe she's doing Chicago on Broadway right now."

"Her name is Vegas?"

"Yes, Her mother, my fathers sister, fled to Las Vegas and was a showgirl."

" I can't wait to meet her." Harry smiled and kissed Hermione on the forehead. He had never realized how quirky Hermione's family was. This will be interesting he thought.

A/N: Sorry it took so long! I'm really excited I finally got to introduce Vegas. I think you'll like her. There will be more Avery and Ron eventually. And some wedding planning.