The Wedding Planner
A Harry Potter Fanfiction Based Off the Movie "The Wedding Planner"
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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"
Falling out of bed the next morning, I pulled on something to wear and poured myself a strong cup of coffee. Next on the agenda was breakfast before venturing again into the wedding. What did I want to eat? Going through a mental list of breakfast foods, I eventually concluded that cinnamon rolls sounded good but as I reached for my wand I stopped. I was in New York City, part of the whole appeal of the city was going out to the vendors and exploring the stores. Packing my wand, I ventured out in my search for cinnamon rolls, taking note I would have plenty of time before I would have to complete today's agenda.
Times Square is really as everyone says it is, the busiest place on the planet. You practically have to run to keep pace with everyone else but it's so very much worth it to see the sights. After searching several places with surprisingly no luck, I settled for sipping my coffee and going to Central Park until I had to go plan Malfoy's wedding since I didn't want to spend any more time couped up in a hotel when the weather was so nice. As I sat on one of the benches over looking the pond I considered last night.
Draco Malfoy, my sworn enemy since I was eleven, was actually nice to me, was human and had a heart, and I didn't want to slam his head into a wall for once because we had found common ground over Skittles. The story about how he was fullfilling his love's last dying wish was almost...noble? It sounded very unlike him. I waited for the trolls to start flying over my head and Hagrid's announcement for finding the cure for death. My encounter with him obviously signaled the end of the world. He liked muggle candy. Muggle candy. The whole conversation he hadn't used the word Mudblood. During the dance it he had been difficult but it was like he flipped a switch and when outside he was normal. At the same time rationally I wasn't entirely surprised. My head was telling me that while I did have an opinion of him, I didn't have it based on many facts instead it was based on assumptions and mere observation. I didn't know everything about him and I didn't know how his mind worked. I really didn't have the right to judge him since I didn't know everything about him.
At the same time he was the one who called me mudblood and wanted me dead when the chamber was opened. What had caused this sudden change once he knew that I had figured out his secret? He was just planning something to screw me over? I shook my head. I truly didn't know. I may have had the highest N.E.W.T.s in wizard history, but I couldn't figure out the puzzle of Draco Malfoy. Not yet anyway. I sighed. I would have to play it by ear. It wouldn't be long until the wedding would be over with and I could go home.
My mind was knocked from its wonder land when I heard some one sit down on the other end of the bench. I, out of boredom, looked at the person. I was surprised.
It was Malfoy. I blinked several times to make sure my brain had registered the right identity. He lived outside of the city, what in Merlin's name was he doing in the city at this early morning hour without Shania? This wasn't on the agenda at all.
"Seriously, Malfoy I will keep your secret. Are you stalking me no-"
"If a pureblood, were to say hello to a non pureblood, hypothetically speaking, what would she say back?" he pondered outloud, interrupting my statement without looking at me. I was taken by surprise by his statement and it took my an extra second to process it. I quickly looked around to make sure no one heard it. I didn't feel like having to call the Ministry to erase people's minds today. When I realized no one was around that was then I relaxed a little although I would never be able to let down my whole guard around him.
"Malfoy are you a second year? I'm right here. There is no need to use second person." He continued to not look at me but curled his lips into a small smile.
"Play along Granger." I looked at him like he was crazy. Eventually he showed that no matter what he was going to get his way with this game no matter what. Stubborn ass.
"She would say hello back?" I stated in what I hoped was an obvious tone. He glanced at me and grinned before looking straight ahead. I smiled a bit nervously, now figuring out the game, but wondering if Malfoy had gone crazy. I began to play along with the game by acting like he wasn't there. "She would also ask what he was doing here, so early in the morning away from home? But it's a guess."
"Well the pureblood would say that he saw the girl looking for cinnamon rolls-"
"And now you're reading my mind now Malfoy?" I accused him. He shook his head no.
"He doesn't read minds. He was in the city for a meeting and happened to see the girl inquire about a certain baked good. As I was saying he was surprised that with her intellect level, she couldn't figure out that vendors tend to not sell cinnamon rolls but that there is a bakery nearby that makes the best cinnamon rolls." he pulled out something wrapped in white paper and slid it over to me. I gingerly unwrapped the paper to find a large cinnamon roll smothered with frosting. I raised an eyebrow at him. He in turn took out his own cinnamon roll and started to eat it.
"How do I know you haven't poisoned this?" He rolled his eyes at me and then snatched the cinnamon roll to take a bite out of it.
"Satisfied now?" I gave him a skeptical look but nibbled at the cinnamon roll carefully avoiding the area he had biten.
"Well the girl would say thank you but yet wonder why a pureblood would care about whether she got her breakfast." I said.
"Well maybe the pureblood was feeling nice today." Malfoy answered.
"Malfoy you just don't feel nice for no reason." I pointed out and he ignored my first person comment. I sighed and returned to second person. "She thinks he just don't feel nice for no reason." I pointed out. He smiled.
"Ah but the girl shouldn't judge people. She didn't know the guy for one." I nodded.
"But he tortured the girl for years. How can she trust him?" I asked.
"Who ever said he liked it? What if he was put to it?" I had to admit, excellent point.
"Well she would suppose that it would make sense." I pondered. "But she would still be on the fence. She happens to hold grudges easily and one decent conversation only changes a little of what she thinks of him. If he wants her to change her mind about him, he's going to be a lot more nice. Prove that he can be trusted to her." I explained. Draco nodded. "She does wonder though why he would just lie to a girl..." I trailed off hoping he would finish the sentence. Draco only shook his head.
"The boy doesn't think this is the time or place."
"But the boy is getting married, as in forever, and he doesn't love the bride, wouldn't he be making a mistake by making her think this is going to be a wonderful ending?"
"Maybe...depends on what she would consider a mistake."
"A regret is an action, thought, or opportunity done in such a way it makes the individual wish things had gone differently." I explained.
"He might be, he might not be. Unless he's given another reason to not marry he's bound by duty." he said, looking at me while saying that, looking me up and down. What did that mean?
This caused a silence over us. We pretended like we didn't know each other, we didn't look at each other, but I could feel something, like an attraction. It felt like something was pulling me toward him.
"Hello Granger." He turned to me and grinned as if he had just met me here. As if we didn't have a conversation. I felt my heart beat just a bit faster. What the hell was that?
"Hello Malfoy." I said in the same tone. "I was wondering where you were. It's about time we get to work on your wedding. Shall we find Shania?" I said, turning into a professional. We both smiled at how weird this whole thing was.
"But of course." I flipped my hair back. "Let's get to work." I corrected myself back into my professional mode.
As Malfoy and I walked to his house, I realized something.
I've never seen him grin. He always smirked, sometimes smiled, but he never grinned. Malfoy really needed to get out more often. But I had to admit Malfoy looked nice when he grinned.