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"

Sighing, I leaned against the kitchen wall. Why did I have to have a crush on the groom? I wasn't a schoolgirl anymore. There was no reason I should still have crushes because I was a successful professional. A mature, wealthy, independent woman now. I still have records that most likely will never be shattered at Hogwarts for goodness sake! I could have any guy I wanted, any. People in their twenties just don't pant over males as they walk by. Why couldn't I just purely hate him like everyone else in my life has done since we were eleven? Yet as I looked over my shoulder and glanced around the corner I couldn't deny it. I knew I was starting to like him more than I should. His blonde hair didn't annoy me as it used to. He seemed changed and it intrigued me. I couldn't walk away from a mystery until I knew all the answers at Hogwarts and I was still the same now. He knew how to use a refridgerator and he apparently liked baking. It seemed as if all the glamour had been stripped away and it was the real Malfoy starting to come to light. He even had gotten me a cinnamon roll, even Ron couldn't do that much for me and we were together for two years during school.

As I walked along the wet pavement of Times Square I noticed a sizeable gap in the middle of a crowd. This caught my eye because the streets never just had a gap, they were always packed full of people. Even more shocking was that the area was silent. Checking my watch I knew it was prime time for the broadway shows to end their shows and for the twenty something crowd to go out on the town. A closer look revealed that a proposal was going on. I've noticed that it's somewhat awkward when someone proposes in public. The area goes quiet and what is suppose to be a personal moment suddenly is everyone's business. Everyone is listening in on what the woman will say and while most know she will say yes, there are a few who hope she will say no. After a few moments of silence from the woman, she grins while kissing the man and the man hugs her. The crowd around them burst into applause while pictures were taken. I quickly pushed my way to the other side of the crowd and continued my walk back to my hotel. My dinner had been very productive consisting of confirming the wedding rings were on schedule to be done. Shania's ring would consist of a band of diamonds that would change color and Draco's ring was a silver band. Besides the design wizard wedding rings contained a certain type of magic custom to each couple, another reason why having a witch as a wedding planner was very useful. With another small detail taken care of, I smiled. To top it all off my sandwich for dinner was fantastic. It soon became apparent that because of my Type A approach to organization, I had everything planned out. I didn't have any details to really worry about. I didn't have anything to take my mind off the fact that I liked Draco Malfoy. Things like the proposal in Times Square were nice because they showed love is still around despite the skyrocketing divorce rate, but it's those rates that make people skeptical about the prospect of forever. I openly admit that I'm one of those skeptical people. Love has always burned me badly and while I can plan the wedding of any bride's dreams I'm too scared to think of my own dream wedding. It just always seemed when I was so close to forever the ring was taken away.

Ron seemed like a sure bet: together for the last two years of school, the classic best friends becoming a couple story, and his family adored me. Everyone assumed we would at least get engaged right after school like most other school sweethearts and marry some time later. Instead he dumped me two months after school ended while I was visiting his house. A six month period of unsuccessful first dates followed.

Then I met Dan: a year and a half together, handsome and intelligent, and plus his job took his all over just like mine so we easily navigated a long distance relationship. I had allowed myself to think maybe he was the one. We had dicussed what rings I liked and when he suggested a weekend in Paris, my favorite city besides New York, I was sure he would propose. I had specifically told him that being proposed to in Paris was my childhood dream. He had looked so nervous, I almost reached across the table and told him not to worry that I would say yes. Instead a few minutes later he didn't get on one knee, he broke up with me while we had dessert.

Another string of unsuccessful first dates led me to meetin Mark. Mark and I were together nearly a year and we instantly connected. I hadn't moved in with Ron or Dan because I knew it wasn't practical. I had always had the notion that living with someone when you weren't married was foolish because what happens if the relationship ends? An awkward situation where people tear each other apart for custody of a set of rooms. I knew the statistics and it clearly stated that I should only move in with someone when we were married. I always researched every detail of any of my relationships and I had always used logic but with Mark I threw logic out the window and moved in with him after three months. That time I was sure I had found the one. He was everything I wanted and I was crazy about him. Ginny and I were having lunch at Mark and I's apartment when she confessed Mark had talked to her about possibly going to a local jewelry store so she could help him pick out something. We screamed and jumped around thinking I had finally found my happily after ever. Then Ginny mentioned a month later that he hadn't contacted her about going jewlery shopping and I wasn't worried. He was probably saving money and planning how he would do it. A month after that Mark broke up with me saying he thought we would make better friends. When he had called Ginny he was thinking about getting his mother nice errings for her birthday and didn't want to ask me to go. He said it would bring up the conversation about getting engaged and he didn't want to get married to me saying I felt stronger feelings for him than he did for me.

My prediction had come true, the apartment became awkward and Mark let me stay in the extra bedroom until I could find another place. It had been five and a half months since that agreement and with this wedding I would have enough to pay the full price of the flat I wanted up front. After this wedding I could relax from the back to back wedding planning binge I had been on so I could move out of Mark's apartment as quickly as I could. Less than two weeks and I would be on my own again. I wasn't looking for love. I was focused on accomplishing my goal which made the crush on Malfoy all that more surprising. My hopes had been crushed too many times that I just didn't bother thinking about my prospects anymore. Mrs. Weasely, Ginny, and even Fred had tried to talk me into a couple first dates to get my feet wet back into the dating world. They promised it wouldn't be serious but to remind me options were out there. I had politely declined, saying I was focusing on my work to buy the flat which they understood. They knew I wanted to get out of an awkward situation but they assumed once I bought the flat I would come around. They just didn't understand that I wasn't looking for a new boyfriend to go break my heart.

Yet somehow that stupid Draco Malfoy had gotten my heart's attention enough for me to like him. Did that mean I would fall for him by the time of the wedding? I was not looking for a conflict of interest. I would have to give up the wedding to someone else. This was too dangerous. For all I knew he may have gotten engaged to Shania and still not love her but he was still getting married to her. He obviously at least enjoys her company and likes her enough. I shouldn't question his choice to marry Shania because it wasn't like I made him do it. It was his free will. Well okay, arranged marriage doesn't scream free will, but he was still going along with it even after gaining the power of say no. Just because he didn't act like most grooms didn't mean I had the right to judge his happiness.

"Well, well if it isn't Granger." I heard Malfoy say behind me as I was thinking this all out. My face suddenly became warm with being surprised. The theory of thinking about something enough and it'll show up apparently was true.

"Hi." I said faintly but instantly gained back my composure. "What are you doing here?"

"Well if we're going to make a cake we need ingredients." he pointed out. I gave him a confused look.

"First off it's the middle of the night and second I'm the wedding planner. Getting ingredients is my job." I stated. Staying around him was dangerous. I need as little contact as possible with him so I wouldn't find something new to like about him. "Let me take care of it. I can make the cake by myself. You don't have to be nice to me because I won't tell Shania that you didn't love her when you proposed but now you do, or whatever. Or, hell, haven't ever loved her. Whatever the story is. She can pretend it's all merry sunshine."

"I'm not just being nice to you because you're keeping my secret. But you really are a control freak." I rolled my eyes.

"Only because I know I can get it done right the first time and with this wedding things need to be done in that way with the time limit."

"Are you implying I can't achieve perfection?" he asked while raising an eyebrow. "On the contray I believe perfection runs through my veins." There was the classic Malfoy I knew.

"Get over yourself." I checked my watch. "I should really be walking back to the hotel. Tell Shania your rings look good and will be finished on time." I started to walk away but he started to walk with me. Again with the walking next to me!

"You shouldn't be walking alone at this time of night." he explained.

"Witch, here. I have a wand and I believe I beat you by a good five points on curses Malfoy so get lost." Instead of taking my words to heart he continued to walk, we ended up at an old park. I smiled, remembering a summer I had spent in New York when I was ten. My family went to the park often during our stay. Without warning I took off my shoes and started to run toward the swing set.

"What are you doing?" he shouted. I laughed as I wondered the exact same thing. It was the middle of the night and I was about to swing. This was completely out of character for me. I should be walking to my hotel to get any sleep I can so I'll be fully prepared for another day of wedding plans. Instead I was acting like I was a child. A reckless one at that! Had I gone crazy?

"Come on!" I called back. "I'm going to show you rich boy what real fun is!" I hopped into the swing and started to swing. Draco looked at me like I was crazy and I hopped off. "Don't tell me you've never swung before." I said. He didn't answer. "Merlin, you are serious." He nodded. I grinned. "I'll show you then. Okay, sit on the swing. Now push off and when you go foward, keep your legs straight and when you go backward bend your legs. Like this." And I demostrated. "Try it." Draco did as I did and was actually pretty good. "Wait. You were lying! You know how to swing!" He grinned.

"So?" I looked at him in shock.

"How dare you!" I said. "Okay now you've gotten yourself into a swinging contest."

"What are we five?" he said. I laughed and was snapped back into reality. I was acting like I was five. This wasn't me. What was going on? I was being friendly with Malfoy. Was this some kind of dream scequence that I wasn't aware of?

"Apparently. Now watch me kick your butt at swinging." I said, pushing off. I was still acting like a kid! It seemed I didn't have a choice in the matter of my behavior not matter how much my brain was telling me to get off the swing and be an adult. Not to mention Malfoy was acting in the same manner. This must be stress induced madness. Maybe if I went with it then it would go away. He smirked.

"If you want this to be competition then a competition it shall be." We started to swing and after a few minutes it became clear I would win.

"I win!" I said a bit breathlessly as I went higher and higher into the air. "I will always win against you, Ferret!"

"No way." he said. I jumped mid air from the swing and into the sand. Then I had an idea. I stayed frozen, my face turned away from Malfoy.

"Granger?" he called. Then when he saw I wasn't moving he jumped off his swing and ran over to where I was. "Granger?" he asked. "Oh Merlin..." he said as he paled. I started to laugh. He glared at me. "That wasn't funny Granger!"

"Hey, you tricked me with pretending to not know how to swing!" I pointed out.

"But I wasn't acting like I was hurt!" he said. I only rolled my eyes.

"We're even, okay?" he nodded.

Then it rained. And it wasn't just a sprinkle, it was pouring down rain. I laughed. Of course this would happen. If I had merely taken some time to relax instead of constantly working I wouldn't be in stress induced madness. If I had taken time to relax I would be in the hotel room and not soaking wet. The spell of childhood was broken and I was now mad at myself. Brushing the sand off my feet so I could put my shoes back on, I noticed a hand was extended to me. Curious, I put my hand in his and he pulled me up. We began to dance in the rain. When Draco stopped dancing I still continued. When I was done I looked to find Draco watching me intently. He quickly closed the space between us. My heart sped up. What was he doing?

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Did you know how beautiful you looked dancing?" he asked in return. I couldn't move.

"No." He smiled.

"Well you are." and then he kissed me.