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"

"You just expect me to believe you just lost the order?! HOW DO YOU LOSE AN ORDER FOR A WEDDING CAKE?!" I practically screamed into my cell phone. In the past two minutes I had learned the baker, who was suppose to make the wedding cake, had lost my order and thus hadn't started on it. He had to so kindly tell me this over the phone instead of in person. Resisting the temptation to go into a complete panic, I took a breath and terminated the call immediately knowing if I talked to that man any longer I would say something I would regret. He was an important contact, I remembered, and I wanted him to stay that way. I looked up to see Malfoy and Shania looking at me with fear in their eyes while I tried to put on a cheery smile.

"That was nothing." I tried to say smoothly. "The baker just lost the cake order but have no fear! There are plenty of bakers in New York City." I reassured them but I knew that no amount of money would make a baker say yes to making a wedding cake in less than twelve days. No baker would do it especially with the order Malfoy had given to me which was exact in detail, of course. He had made it clear to me that only the best ingredients be used for this cake because it was going to be the best cake anyone had ever tasted. It was to be a seven tier chocolate cake covered in, what else, but a tasteful dark dreen color worthy of a Slytherin with real gold trim. He also had a list of magical effects he wanted me to use on the cake once it got to the church on the wedding day. I waited for Shania to interrupt with her own opinions but she seemed fine to let Malfoy plan the cake.

See I only use bakers to create the cake itself because using magic would've made it have a stale taste to it. It's painfully obvious to tell the difference. Then I use my wand to decorate with anything the couple wanted essentially that would be out of the ordinary. One wedding I had moving pictures on the sides of the cake and another I had tiny figurines dancing in wedding attire on top of the cake. For the minister's wedding I did fireworks coming from the cake.

Yet the one thing I've learned is that when you are planning a wedding you have to pretend like everything is fine no matter what speed bumps. I put my cell phone in my purse and tried to think of a quick fix to this situation. Eventually I settled for distracting Shania and Mafloy. They would be off my back and I could have time to think. "Now onto more important details. I'm assuming you would want your wedding day to be photographed. Is there someone you had in mind?" I expected Malfoy to say he had a magazine covering the wedding in an exclusive and the pictures would be sold for a large sum. Instead his response was,

"We have a private photographer that will come up and photograph the wedding." I was once again surprised by Malfoy's response. Where was the pomp and circumstance? Every time he received a new robe he would announce it to the entire Great Hall. Why wouldn't he want the magazine exclusive coverage? It made me think of this morning where he had acted completely out of character and now here he was doing it again. He seemed to go inbetween from who I had always known him to be to someone I didn't know at all. It was starting to getting confusing but it wasn't my job to figure him out. I just needed to plan this wedding and get out of this drama.

"Alright great!" I said trying to hide the surprise in my voice while mentally checking it off. "When it comes to travelling on the day were you going to floo?"

"We will floo to the wedding, reception, and to our honeymoon in France." Shania answered. I nodded in relief. I wouldn't have to scramble to find a driver then.

"Excellent. Have you set up someone to do your hair and make up Shania?"

"Yes, she has been booked." She said giving me a business card with the woman's contact information and I tucked it into their folder. Another mental note, confirm appointment and figure if she is muggle or witch. I took out a book from my bag and handed it over to Shania.

"I have several CDs of music from various DJs and bands. Just listen to them and the one you like the most will be the DJ or band at the wedding." I paused. "Do you have a first song you would like to request?"

"We're working on it." Shania said, flipping through the book. "This looks excellent Hermione. I'm sure we'll be able to give you an answer within the next day." I was pleased. We decided to break for lunch and I planned to actively use that time to fix the cake situation. Once I was out of sight I immediately grabbed my contact list and my date planner for someone to go to. Ana was out of town and Bill was booked for sure. Esme maybe...but she was on maternity leave! I quickly realized this wasn't going to be easy and that most likely I would be the one to make it. Making a cake would take a full day at best if there was only one person making the cake and the other making the frosting. The trim I could do with magic, it wouldn't effect the taste too much. The only thing I could think of was to bring outside help. Not Shania or Malfoy obviously but maybe some help from across the pond. I flooed over to England to see if Harry or Ron would help me. Coughing, I landed in Harry's flat.

"Good God Hermione, are you alright?" Harry asked when he saw me and helped me up from where I had fallen. I nodded, waving him off me.

"Yeah, just not quite used to using magic to travel to different continents." I explained with a smile.

"Well this is a surprise, but a good one." Mentioning back to my coughing fit, "You want something? Tea? Coffee?" he asked.

"Tea would be fine, but I can't stay for long I'm techincally on a break for lunch." I said, sitting on Harry's sofa, brushing off myself still. After Harry got the tea, and had taken a seat across from me, he asked,

"Not to be rude Hermione, but why did you come here? Not that I'm not glad to see you but we thought you would be in New York for a while on a wedding job." I sighed while putting sugar in my tea.

"I'm in a jam. I'm planning this wedding in fifteen days, but now it's more like tweleve at this point. Anyway, I have no cake and there is no one who can make a cake like that on short notice." I paused. "Unless we did it."

Harry's eyed got wide. "Me cooking? Hermione, no way." He continued to tell the last time he tried to cook for a former girlfriend and how he had almost burned his entire building down. I quickly tried to make it look appealing to him.

"Well it would be you, Ron, and me. It's not like you would be doing all the baking work." I explained. Come on Harry, pull through!

"All Ron and I know how to do is the icing part," he shrugged sheepishly.

"That's because you eat it when you think no one is looking." I said, laughing. Harry looked a bit scared at the fact that I discovered their secret. I sighed. "So no go on the help from you?" He nodded. "Okay well I hate to have tea and dash but I might as well be getting back. I gave the couple CDs of music they could have at their wedding, but they won't take long. We were only breaking for lunch." I said, getting up.

"Wait." Harry said. I looked at him.

"What?"

"Who's the couple?" he asked, interested. "Usually we hear from Ginny all about the couple, but this time she's been silent."

"Oh...It's Malfoy's wedding." I said carefully, not knowing how Harry would react. "But you can't tell anyone that because techincally I'm under contract to not let it leak. Don't tell Ginny, she'll have a field day with it."

"Malfoy?" he asked completely taken aback after a second. "Why on Earth would you work for him?"

I shrugged. "Money's good and I need it. I didn't realize it was him until I had signed on. It's only a wedding. It's not like I'm marrying him, Harry." he looked like he was about to speak but I held my hand up. "Harry, don't. I'm a big girl, I know how to defend myself against him." I said.

He nodded. "Alright. Just owl us if anything happens."

I smiled and hugged him. "Thanks."

"But who would marry a git like him?" he asked, curious.

"He's marrying a girl named Shania Word from America." Harry seemed to choke on some of the tea he was drinking. "Harry! Are you okay?" I asked rushing to help him if needed but he shook his head.

"Who?"

"Shania Word." I repeated and raised an eyebrow at him. "Do you know her?"

"No." he said, "I've heard of the family though, very powerful. I guess they belong together don't they?" he said with a half chuckle. I shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess. Will you be okay?" referencing back to his coughing fit from the tea. He reassured me he would be and with a goodbye flooed back to Malfoy's and Shania's house, almost defeated. I would have to make the cake and frosting by myself. I had no idea when I would plan this but I would have to make it work. Landing in the kitchen of their house, I immediately encountered Malfoy.

"So you can't find anyone to do the wedding cake." he said to me while taking a soda out of the fridge. The world was really coming to an end if Draco was willingly using a muggle appliance. I didn't want Shania to find out about the cake announcement Malfoy had just made.

"Of course I have someone," I said, trying to sound confident. He smirked.

"Granger, this is New York City, people are either walking around or yelling at someone. No one has enough time to make a wedding cake in tweleve days and we both know it." I had to admit, he had a point. He paused. "So what's Plan B?"

"I'm going to have to make the cake." I said. Malfoy's eyes got big and he spat out his soda in a huge spray...and onto my new blouse.

"MALFOY!" I shrieked. "What the...this was new!"

He swallowed. "You're... you're making the cake?" he asked, his voice now a bit hoarse. I nodded.

"Yes, I'm making the cake." I repeated. "Why is this a shock to you?"

"Granger, I've had your cooking before." When I looked at him in disbelief he answered. "Class camping trip on the outskirts of the Forbbiden Forrest, sixth year, when that half bear-half whatever thing chased us." Yeah, okay, well if all you had was a camp fire, your cooking would suck too. Not the point.

"That was the past!" I paused. "Unless you want to help, I'm doing it, don't worry." I said joking. Malfoy cooking? He may have reformed some of his ways but I knew without a doubt that he would never cook. Just because I didn't see any House Elves when I was around didn't mean he didn't still use them. I gave him a skeptical look.

I was floored when he said "Well if you're working on it, I might as well try and save it." Wait. What? He wanted to help me? He potentially would enjoy baking of all things? There was no way that was possible. He looked dead serious though.

"Oh Merlin you're serious aren't you?"

"Did I stutter? I'll help you." he repeated. "Oh Shania picked a DJ she liked, come get the CD" and then exited the kitchen. I took a deep breath. This was going to be good or incredibly bad. I didn't know which one to put my money on. I was about to enter the living room when I paused at the sound of laughter. Or two people laughing I should say. Malfoy laughing? I peeked around the corner and saw him laughing with Shania. It was a weird sight considering what Pansy had told me and my intital impressions of Malfoy. For some reason though I felt a pang in my chest like I wanted to be there laughing with him too. But that would be ridiculous though, I don't like Malfoy. There was no way I could go from hating someone for my entire childhood to being jealous of his finace. This wasn't some cliche movie. I couldn't be interested in Malfoy because clearly he was laughing with Shania and if he was laughing with her then he must be in love with her. He was going to give her happily ever after and make the best of his situation. But why did that thought make me sad?