The Wedding Planner

A Harry Potter Fanfiction Based Off the Movie "The Wedding Planner"

A/N: Enjoy! Thank you for reading/reviewing!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I don't own Harry Potter. All credit goes to J.K Rowling. The original plot idea does come from the movie "The Wedding Planner"

As a person, I don't like keeping secrets because I don't find them fun. Nor is it really my job to be a secret keeper. I wanted to feel bad for Malfoy because he had apparently lost this girl, but there was a part of me that wanted to say what Pansy had said was a rouse for a laugh later on. If this story was true then I also wanted to punch him for tricking Shania into thinking things would be perfect. I could only think of what would happen after they were married and when the act would be given up and all the coldness sure to come. I shuddered.

Shania had indeed found a dress that day. Keeping the cinderella theme she had mentioned it was the princess dress of any little girl's dream. The skirt alone looked like it could've swallowed a small child. She was glowing as she filled out a form that would allow the shop to send her dress directly to the house after alterations. After a consult about possible colors for bridal party dresses Pansy finally said goodbye. I breathed a sigh of relief. All that was left was to drop off Shania at the dance lesson and then I could escape. No more wedding chaos and I would have a lovely evening of meeting up with Ginny, have some drinks, and catch up. She was on a business trip and I promised I would pop by. Suddenly I heard the ring of a cell phone but I was surprised to find it's wasn't my phone that I kept to keep in touch with my parents. Instead Shania pulled one out of her purse. So the bride of a Malfoy uses muggle devices and a Pureblood as well! I was shocked. Malfoy had come a long way from Hogwarts, at least in his taste in women. Potentially the whole blood line had evolved a fraction! She mouthed "Sorry" and turned away. I weaved my way through the people at the front of the building to find Malfoy so I could drag him over to Shania. The only perk so far of having Malfoy as a client: his hair always makes him the most identifiable person in a crowd when you're searching for him.

"Granger." he said rolling his eyes.

"Good to know the feeling is mutal." I commented. "Shania had to take a call outside but she'll only be a moment. Now I hope your ready to dance." I tried to say cheerfully as he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"I can dance, why am I doing this again?" he complained with the same bored tone that made me want to tape his mouth shut.

"Because Shania doesn't think you can do the traditional dances. The first dance at the wedding is the singular dance where everyone will be looking at you. I don't blame her for wanting to get it right." I said. "We're wasting time, come on." I said, now physically dragging him. Shania hurried in looking nervous and flustered.

"Hermione, I hate to say this but I have to go, one of my bridemaids passed out and they've taken her to the hospital as a precaution."

"Oh goodness, of course, go. We'll just go home." I said, understanding.

"No, you two stay, the lesson is already paid for and if Draco doesn't learn to dance now he never will." she said. "Have fun!" and she quickly hurried out. Before I had time to really react, the instructor had pushed everyone inside. I stood awkwardly with my coat still on and my bag still on my shoulder while everyone else had a chance to check their things, quickly looking for an exit to slip out.

"Now, everyone, welcome to Traditional Dancing!" the instructor said. "For a warm up, we will do the tango! It's pretty simple to learn." she said, showing the steps. That was suppose to be a warm up? What on Earth would she expect as the lesson? "Now I want everyone to partner up and try it. Go!" I looked around for another lost soul, like me, to dance with. I was not dancing with the Malfoy.

"Are you two partners?" the instructor asked.

"Oh Lord, no." I answered.

"Now you are!" she said. I looked at her like she was crazy.

"But no! I'm just the wedding planner, see he is the one who is suppose to be dancing. I'm leaving." I said quickly.

"Nonsense! He's the only one not partnered and you're the only person left!" she pushed us together. "Dance!" I really wanted to yell at her. Sighing, I put my hand on Malfoy's shoulder and the other in his hand.

"Nice going Mudblood." he hissed in my ear. I shuddered at the word still even though I knew to expect no less from him. Glaring at him, I tried to resist the urge to slap him.

"This isn't my fault, ferret." I paused, this time was as good as any to see if the story was true. "Pansy told me an interesting little story at the dress shop" I threw back as we started the steps. "Why would a Slytherin like you have a heart and keep a promise to a girl like Meg when you couldn't stand to hold a girl in your bed longer than a couple hours at Hogwarts?"

"Shut up." he gritted through his teeth. We turned around in the other direction and began to dance again. "You weren't in the situation. You don't get to judge."

"I could tell Shania that this whole being in love with her is a facade. She could break the engagement and you look like a fool." He gave me a sharp look. He suddenly dipped me and whispered in my ear.

"Do your job and stay away from what I've decided to do with my life." Bringing me into the cuddle position and twisting out I said sweetly to him,

"Maybe I'll just kick your ass instead." as the music stopped. The intructor came over to us, grinning.

"See here everyone! This couple has it!" I was a bit shocked but then it hit me.

Although we were fighting...we did the dance perfectly.

I high tailed it out of there when the lesson ended. Not only had I survived the tango, numerous fights with Malfoy, but that woman also made everyone do the waltz for fun. I read books, learn, and solve problems not dance. At this rate I wouldn't be able to visit Ginny now. There would probably be hell to pay later and I could feel the stress already. I reached for my favorite candy, hoping it would me control my anger at Malfoy and help my stress. Popping in a strawberry Skittle, my favorite flavor, in my mouth, I took a deep breath. The sugary strawberry goodness flooded my senses and the world seemed a little bit easier...until someone bumped into me and the bag of Skittles fell onto the pavement. That was it.

"That was my only package of Skittles!" I half yelled trying to control my anger. I was surprised when my hand was filled with Skittles the next second. I looked up and saw Malfoy. Considering the conversation we had had earlier I was shocked he would even give me the Skittles. My senses were on alert that he could potentially be trying to trick me.

"You're kidding me right? You like Skittles?" Malfoy smirked.

"Actually I find them quite excellent." he mentioned.

"But you're not suppose to like muggle things." I said. "Where are the insults?"

"Candy is both wizard and muggle." I rolled my eyes and started to walk. I didn't have time to be walking aimlessly with an enemy and I was not in the mood to get tricked. It got weirder when Malfoy started to walk next to me, keeping up my increasing pace. My senses went on even more alert as I realized he could be chasing me into a corner on purpose to attack me about the information I was given.

"Geez Granger, expecting to beat me in a race?"

"This is New York, you walk fast." I explained. Suddenly I stopped and turned to face him. I couldn't take it anymore. "Why are you walking with me? Why haven't you insulted me or tried to trip me? What game are you playing?" I demanded.

"I'm not playing any game." he paused. "Look, you know my secret. I'm not proud of it but I'm not going to go into the past and rehash people, places, and feelings that were a different time. I have my reasons for the actions that have happened. It's complicated and I would appericate you not telling Shania."

"I wasn't planning on doing that as it is. It's your place not mine. You don't have to suck up to me or intimidate me." I said holding up my hand which still had some remaining Skittles in it and I attempted to give them back to him but he refused them. "I'm just surprised you're human." He laughed.

"I've always been human Granger. To survive you have to do what you have to do. You have to act the way you have to. Doesn't matter if it's really who you are of if you like it." The comment struck me as odd. At the same time I figured it would be the only explanation of his behavior. He wouldn't just come out and say his entire life story to explain how he behaved but he didn't need to. Everyone knew Lucius had been strict before his death and his mother had been no different before she died. Their last name made their everyday lives public knowledge. In a way I didn't blame him for his outright coldness to other people but it didn't excuse his childhood bullying of me. It was late though and I didn't want to dig into that. We continued walking along.

"So you actually do love Skittles?"

"Yes."

"Well, I guess I should be happy, skittle lovers are a dying breed." I said.

"That is true." he agreed.

"What's your favorite flavor?" I asked. I had no idea why I was still talking to him.

"Lime." he said. I made a face.

"Typical Slytherin but how can you stand Lime? It's in the lemon family. Too sour." he laughed.

"Oh and Strawberry isn't typical Gryffindor?" he asked.

"Point taken." I said as I came upon my hotel. "This is my stop." I said turning away but then faced him again. "This is the first time ever we've had a conversation that wasn't a fight. Do you realize that?" He nodded.

"Yeah. Why?" I shrugged.

"I dunno, it seems just a little weird. I'm not used to you being a human. I still hate you but I see you as a human now. Not a ferret." I said and again started off. Right before I went inside I looked back over my shoulder at Malfoy.

Maybe there was more to him than I thought.