A little bit special: Chapter Twenty-Eight:
The Wedding

Note: Sorry, I think this is the last chapter of the original story.
I'm as heart broken as you. I love this story, even with all the people trashing it.
I saw the light and knew it was better than what they said.
Don't worry the characters and the plot will live on...in one form or another.

The next year and a half were almost a complete blur to the students of Hogwarts, it was not too long after graduation. Hermione and Draco were getting ready for their wedding, it was only a week away.

"I'm glad we're doing this." Draco said, looking at Hermione who was lying on the floor reading a book. She looked up at him, she smiled.

"Why is that?" She asked setting her book down.

"I don't know, maybe it's the fact that...oh gee I don't know I love you." He smiled. Hermione laughed and sat up.

"Ahh that's so sweet." She said with a goofy smile plastered on her face.

"Oh, that's so hot, oh man that gave me the biggest woodie." Draco said cupping himself. Hermione laughed, and fell back onto the floor, she sighed and closed her eyes.

"What's gong on?" Blaise asked walking into the room.

"Draco's got a hard on, and I have to take a shit." Hermione said getting up and walking from the room.

"Oh that's lovely, I think that's given me one as well." Blaise said walking over to the couch. "You know, I really like what mother has done to this house." Blaise said turning his head towards the window which filled the once drab room with light. Draco looked up and smirked at him. "I mean it just looks so much better." He smiled turning back.

"I know, Mrs. Granger helped her a lot with it." He smiled as he looked around the cream sitting room.

"Muggles, they've got wonderful taste." He said.

"Okay what do you really want?" Draco asked, he'd known Blaise long enough that the decorating really wasn't what he wanted to talk about. Blaise looked up and smiled.

"Okay, I really do love the house, but what I really wanted to talk about what your Bachelor party." Blaise sat forward on the light rose sofa. "I mean I did have a conversation with Hermione, she said it was cool, so now I'm talking to you." Blaise said. Draco gave him a 'well I don't know look.' "Come on man, your soon to be wife said that you could have a party where a man could shake his dick in you face, and you're going to give me that look!" Blaise commented. "Or tits if you'd like a fat man...you know." He mumbled afterwards.

"Yes, I do know, but I'm just not sure." He said shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know if I want a man, I think I want a woman." Draco said. Blaise's face fell into utter confusion.

"What? A woman?" Blaise said.

"Yes, a woman. I think it would be an experience." Draco smiled. "You know something different." He smiled.

"I know something different, but shit..." He trailed off making inaudible noises.

"Yeah pecking right." Draco said to Blaise, who was still talking. Draco could however not understand what he was saying. "Well, this has been a lovely chat, but I have to go now." Draco said getting up from the chair. He walked from the room and was instantly hit with something.

"Oh ho no!" Blaise yelled from the sitting room, he'd thrown a book at him. "Don't walk away from me, I ain't no Spice Girl!" Blaise said walking to Draco, he had a hand on his hip. Draco looked at him while he rubbed his head.

"Motifa what it your damage?" Draco asked, still rubbing his head.

"Well, Lakisha-" Blaise laughed he couldn't even contain it anymore. Draco joined in his laughter. Hermione and Mrs. Malfoy walked into the hallway just as they were sharing a passionate kiss. Mrs. Malfoy stopped and crossed her arms, while Hermione stood wanting to join in on the action.

"Son I do hope you don't plan on kissing the best man instead of the bride next week." Mrs. Malfoy said walking into the dining room. Hermione stood in her wake and giggled. Draco and Blaise jumped apart when she started speaking, they wiped their mouths off, and stared off in opposite directions. Hermione laughed and picked up her book that was oddly lying in the hall. She walked back into the sitting room and set it on the coffee table, she turned around and walked back into the hall. She grabbed her sweater from the staircase, she put it on, searched her pockets for the keys and then said good-bye to Draco and Blaise. She walked outside to her car, she unlocked the doors and climbed in, she started the engine and cranked up the music. 'N SYNC happened to be on the radio, so she rocked one out to them. When she stopped at a light she got some funny looks, she rolled down the windows, she was now head banging.

"Do you ever wonder why
(Ever wonder)
This music gets you high?
(Music gets you high)
It takes you on a ride
Feel it when your
Body starts to rock
(When your body
Starts to rock)
Baby you can't stop
The music's all you got
This must be, pop."

When the song was over, Hermione stopped to look around, the cars on either side of her were watching her, she was laughing and brushing her hair out of her face, she bowed, laughed some more, slapped herself and drove on. The people in the cars looked confused, but they put her in the back of their minds and drove on. She was sitting at another light, the man in the car next to her looked really rather glum, so she began to pick her nose. She was hoping that he would see her, which he did, at first he looked disgusted, but in the end he smiled and chuckled. Hermione was finally at her destination, which was a Bridal shop, she had to get fitted for her wedding dress, well they had to make sure it fit. Hermione rolled up her windows got out looked the door and walked into the shop. Hermione was greeted within seconds, the women in there were crazy...Something Hermione could have done without.

"Miss Hermione, you're here." Said the French women with the out stretched arms. Hermione smiled and hugged the women. "How are we doing today?" She asked taking Hermione in the back. Hermione stood and waited as the lady left to go and get her dress. The dress was a surprise to all, everyone thought she would be wearing pants. Hermione was still not the most girly of girls, and rarely wore skirts, and dresses. "Ahh, here were are." She said walking back into the room, the dress was in a bag, she hung it on a rack and unzipped the bag, somehow that dress always had the power to take away Hermione's breath. She walked over to it, she touched the soft material of it. It wasn't as simple as some people would have thought, it was a strapless Princess dress with lace and beading. Hermione thought it a shame to spend so much money on it, I mean she was only wearing it once, but she wanted to shock people on that day. I mean she would be wearing a dress, and a white one at that, the normal color for Hermione was black. Although she did have them put some black detailing on it.

"God, I love this dress." She smiled.

"I do too. Now lets get you in." The lady said ushering Hermione over to one of the dressing rooms. Ten minutes later Hermione came out, the other women in the dressing room were gobsmacked. Hermione walked over to the mirror and looked at herself, she was gobsmacked as well, she tried not to cry, she tried really hard but it was too much and she teared. Hermione tried to wipe them away without anyone noticing, but of course the charming French woman did, she rushed over with a box of tissues. Hermione tried not to scowl at the woman, she was dumb and didn't notice. After Hermione wiped up her face, the woman began to examine Hermione's dress. "Does it fit?" She asked. "Do you like the fit?" She asked. Hermione dropped her arms at her side and began to turn in the mirror.

"It's perfect." Hermione said taking a deep breath. "I love it." She finished with a snort after that.

Back at the Manor...

"So why do you think she rushed out of here like she did?" Blaise asked Draco.

"I dunno." Draco said taking a drag on his fag. Blaise was propped up on his elbow, he was looking at Draco. Blaise took the cigarette from him. Yes, in case you hadn't figured it out they were in bed together. Blaise was putting out the cigarette when Mrs. Malfoy walked in the room.

"You know, you're some weird ass kids." She said walking out and closing the door.

"Yeah but that's why you love us." Draco yelled.

"Yes, and it's aging me...fast." She yelled back.

"Sorry about that." Draco yelled, he turned back to Blaise, who looked sort of down. "What's the matter?" He asked running his hand down the side of his face. Blaise exhaled at his touch.

"Nothing." He said, Draco cocked a brow at him. "Fine, it's just that it feels wrong, me and you. You know, we shouldn't be together. I know we're hurting her." Blaise said looking down at the pillow. "I mean do you really love her?" He asked looking back up at him.

"Yes, I do." He said. He watched Blaise's expression fall. "-but I also love you, I love the both of you." He said in a confident tone. "My heart belongs to the two of you, and no one else." He said cupping his cheek and kissing him lightly on the lips. Blaise looked at him and smiled. "Now lets get dressed and go watch some TV." Draco said throwing back the covers.

Hermione was done with her dress, and had made the arrangements with the French lady who worked there. See, she would be helping Hermione on her wedding day, because she wanted it to be a surprise. Hermione rushed to the restaurant where she was supposed to meet Harry, she had an important question for him. She arrived five minutes late, Harry was sitting at the table waiting for her. She walked in found her way to Harry.

"Harry." She smiled walking over to him arms extended to accept him.

"Hermione." He said scooting back out of his chair. They hugged and then sat down at the table. "So what is this question you wanted to ask and couldn't bare to do it over the phone?" Harry asked. Hermione breathed and sat down.

"Well, you know with my father dead, I wanted to know if you wanted to walk me down the aisle?" She said quickly. "-If you don't want to that's all right." She quickly said watching Harry's face change.

"No, I'll do it, you just caught me off guard that's all." He smiled and took a sip of his iced tea that had just arrived.

"Really?" She asked all excitedly.

"Yes, of course, you are my best friend, I'd do it all for you." He smiled at her, it was hard sometimes, he loved her but he knew he had to let her be with Draco. It is what's right after all. Hermione smiled at him, he smiled at her. He wanted with a passion to kiss her, but he wouldn't let himself do that.

"Harry are you okay?" She asked looking at him, her head tilted to the right.

"Oh you bet." He said getting a little choked up.

"Harry?" She asked, her face worn with worry.

"Hermione." He said with tears running down his face. People in the restaurant had taken notice to his crying, Hermione looked around.

"Harry what's the matter? Why are you crying in public?" Hermione asked, she wasn't embarrassed or anything she was more worried.

"Hermione, I know this is the worst time to tell you this, but I love you, I never stopped." He said wiping away a few tears. Hermione stared at him gobsmacked, she didn't know what to say or what to do.

"Harry I don't know what to say." She looked down at her lap, she was breathing hard and fast. Harry looked up at her he didn't know what else to say to her, so he got up and left, but returned a few minutes later to pay for his tea, and to tell her that he would still be delighted to give her away at her wedding. Hermione looked up and smiled, she didn't know what else to do. Harry quickly walked from the restaurant, he stood outside, he was holding up the wall. His breathing was heavy, his mind was racing, Harry saw Hermione get up from the table, he was looking through the window, he quickly ran off. He walked around the city for an hour before returning to the restaurant, he needed his car. His mind never ceased, he thought only of her and what he had told her. "Why now?" He continued to ask himself. He was now sitting in his car, he was beating up his steering wheel WWF style. After receiving very strange looks from the people passing by, Harry gave up the fight with the wheel and started the car and drove off.

Hermione walked through the front door of the manor, she was not expecting anyone to be home, but Draco sat on the stairs, his head resting in his hand. He looked up at her, she looked down at him.

"Hello." She said in a quiet tone.

"Hello." He said in a hurt tone, he pouted at Hermione. "Where have you been?" He asked.

"Out." She said walking to the kitchen, she grabbed a Coke and walked back out, Draco was still sitting on the stairs, he watched her every move.

"What are you up to?" He eyed her curiously.

"I'm drinking a Coke, and I'm going to sit down." She said in a you're a fucking retard tone. Hermione walked into the sitting room, throwing herself on the couch, she looked off into space. Draco walked in and was still watching her.

"Okay, I'm the fucking retard that you think I am, now tell me what the hell is going on?" He asked sitting in his chair. Hermione took a deep breath.

"Well, I was out and I met Harry, to ask him if he would walk me down the aisle, and he said yes and then he confessed his love for me. Love that he's felt for years. I remember when he kissed me in sixth year." She smiled and threw her head back on the couch. Draco couldn't help but frown, Hermione leaned her head forward and saw this look.

"Don't even give me that look, you still have sex with Blaise and I turn a blind eye to it, so don't even act that way." Hermione yelled. Which caused his expression to change, he now looked sad. Hermione scowled at him. "That's what you get, there are no different rules for us. Understand that?" She said. Draco scowled back at her. "Oh I'm so fucking scared, you fucking pansy." She said, Draco's expression turned colder. "You're not man enough to abuse me. I think in this relationship you're the abused wife." Hermione smirked. Draco got up from his chair and walked over to her, he slapped her hard across the face.

A/N: Forget part of the note at the top, there will be another chapter!