A/N: Enjoy!

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And that was when I woke up. I groaned, hating that people always seemed to wake up at the pivotal moment of a dream. Then I started to think about what pivotal moment I was complaining about missing and I froze. Draco, wait Malfoy, ferret actually and him kissing me. Yes, I had admitted to myself I did take a liking to Malfoy but that's the mature thing to do. Recongizing the problem is the first step to getting rid of it. I hadn't gone so far as to fantasize about him kissing me for Merlin's sake! My subconcious and I were not having a pleasant relationship right now and I didn't have much time to consider the other questions in my head because my hotel door was being pounded on. Ah that's right that was what had woken up me up. Yawning, I shuffled over to the door.

"Good morning!" said the overly perky voice of Ginny Weasely as she pushed her way into my room with two cups of coffee. I looked over at the clock, seven o'clock in the morning. I had planned on sleeping for a lovely thirty minutes more and then a selection breakfast tray would be dropped by my room. I had planned on eating it and getting a healthy start onto another day of work. It now looked like I would be sharing.

"Good morning." I said back tiredly as I took a sip out of one of the cups of coffee. "Can we tone down the voice? Just woke up here?" I asked. Ginny nodded. "Thank you for the coffee. Breakfast is coming soon, you're welcome to whatever you want."

"Thanks." responded Ginny.

"Not that I don't love seeing you but what are you doing here?"

"Well Hermione I am your friend and friends tend to spend time together, I know a novel concept. And best friends tend to disturb another friend's peace especially when the other friend doesn't show up for drinks." she answered. I gave her a look. She had bursted into my hotel room because of that? I rolled my eyes at her.

"I told you I was sorry! I have to do Malfoy's wedding. I had to dance with him because his fiance had to go check on her bridesmaid that was sick." I said for what felt like the millionth time. With the wave of her wand, Ginny made a bagel and cheese cheese appear, apparently I wouldn't be sharing my breakfast after all. She cut her bagel in half and began to spread the cream cheese to one side.

"So I've heard." she said, and then paused in her eating. "So what does the wedding of a Malfoy look like?" she asked interested.

"It's actually low key for the most part. Even the guest list has only a few names I recongized from any books. They aren't even selling the pictures and apparently Malfoy doesn't have the mansion anymore. I haven't done any big production type things that I've done before with other wealthy couples. I'm still trying to figure out how I'm earning the comission I am with this low key of a wedding. All in all it's really just a normal affair, like any other muggle couple actually except the cake has to be charm along with the rings of course." I explained simply. Ginny looked a bit shocked.

"So Malfoy has learned to be subdued, go figure. Whose the girl he's marrying?" she asked interested.

"Shania Word." I answered. "She's american and most likely fresh out of wizarding school."

"Weird last name." Ginny commented finishing coffee and bagel. "Never heard of her though."

"Ginny!"

"What? It just doesn't fit. Plus it's not like she can hear me. It's just a little weird he isn't marrying someone more high profile you have to admit that. Malfoy had it practically mapped out for him to marry a pureblood with just as much money as him. I half expected him to propose to Pansy the day they started dating, there was so much pure blood." We both laughed.

"They only lasted what? Three months?" I recalled thinking about their big blow out right in the middle of the Great Hall. It was a sight to remember and was detailed in the school news paper afterwards. I think I still had the article with the moving picture of Pansy slapping Malfoy. I chuckled as I heard a knock on my door. Relief flooded my senses as I brought in my tray of assorted breakfast items. I chose some strawberries and a muffin while continuing the conversation with Ginny.

"So what do you think of Malfoy?" she asked curiously.

"Why?"

"Because if he's giving you hell, then I have a legitimate reason to go beat him up." she explained with an eager smile. I sighed.

"It's been weird from the start. No big public wedding or guest list. He was cold one minute, the next he was nice offering to help bake the cake, and then the next minute we're having a normal conversation. It's nice to see Malfoy human though. It shows everyone does grow up after school is over. There's not been any major fighting like we had in the past. It's bareable." I admitted. Then Ginny gave me a look. "What?" I asked.

"You like him." she announced. "That is way too many compliments in one sentence about a Malfoy." I raised an eyebrow.

"What makes you say that? Draco is the enemy remember?" Ginny smiled as I slapped my hand over my mouth.

"You said Draco instead of Malfoy. That proves it!"

"I have to say his name in public. Muggle society is different from ours. A last name as an address of name is out of place. I am just in the habit of doing it." I said defending myself.

"You can deny it all you want, but when Shania walks down that aisle, and Malfoy is about to say 'I do' don't be surprised if you run down the aisle, snatch the wedding rings and throw them out the window."

"I'm not sure he loves her." I said in a rush. Wait. Why did I say that? Ginny raised an eyebrow.

"Hold the snitches right there. What do you mean?" I sighed, look at the trouble I was in now.

"Pansy told me he fell in love with Shania's sister. When she died she asked for Draco to take care of Shania. He took that literally obviously. At first I believed her but then I saw him laughing with her and now I don't know anymore." I explained. Ginny nodded and finished off her bagel.

"Malfoy sounds maybe noble? That's somewhat creepy." I laughed.

"Ginny what am I going to do? I've done loads of weddings where I wasn't attracted to the groom like this. What makes him so special?" Ginny shrugged.

"I am wondering the same question. Just don't do anything stupid." she warned. "He may seem normal but you have to remember that up until this wedding he's been your enemy. You can't trust a Malfoy to really change. Is he hot? Abolutely. But he has made you cry before. Remember that." I nodded. "If he's making a mistake, let him make it. He deserves to be miserable for the crap he put us through."

"I just want the wedding over." I admitted as my cell phone went off. Ginny waited as I talked and then hung up. My look of horror must've frightened her.

"What?"

"I just got reminded that I have bridal party dress shopping today. For all thirteen of the bridesmaids, the mother of the bride, and flower girls." I groaned. "Why on Earth did I plan all of that at the same time?"

"Because you're Hermione Granger and you believe in getting work done effectively and quickly."

"Touche." Ginny took the notepad and pen off the bedside table and scribbled a number on it. "I'll let you handle that disaster of a mess but when you're done please call me at the hotel so you can tell me where Malfoy is getting married and I can crash it." I chuckled but wasn't surprised.

"Of course, I'll just say you're on the payroll."

Don't get me wrong, I love every single aspect of weddings. Bridesmaid dress shopping can be fun experience and it is an important bonding moment for the bride and her friends. But thirteen bridesmaids? That was a bit overkill. Not mention bridesmaids always found something about their dresses they didn't like. I realized I would have thirteen angry complaints coming at me all at once. Then I remembered silencing spells and realized I really did love magic after all.

I led Shania and her cluster of females to the back where Shania's choice of bridesmaid dress hung. It was very simple and classic: midnight blue, strapless, floor length. I was surprised by the dark choice of color but none the less I got all thirteeen bridesmaids into the dressing rooms. Pansy couldn't look me in the eye which I didn't blame her considering our last meeting. Breathing a sigh of relief I sent Shania's mother into a dressing room with her outfit and then the same action for the flower girls. The flower girls were the first out in their outfits. Shania smiled at the six and nine year old in front of her. They were in white dresses with little roses throughout the dress.

"You guys are adoreable! This will be perfect." she commented. With no problems in the fit the flower girls were allowed to leave. Relatively easy. Shania's mother came out in a cream dress and with a couple adjustments she was out in no time. This fitting was going way too easy. The area was dead silent. There was no whinning, complaining, or crying. Of course when I thought this I heard the first complaint.

"This dress makes me look fat!" someone whinned in the dressing rooms.

"Aw, come on Sheryl! Let us see it!" Shania said. Sheryl, after much arguing came out. Sheryl was partially right.

"Oh Sheryl, it's only a fitting." Shania said trying to make the situation better. Sheryl still groaned about something along the lines of black being more slimming. After a few minutes of talking Sheryl stomped away.

"Are they really that horrible?" Shania asked me after Sheryl had gone back into the dressing room, doubting her dress choice.

"No. Usually people pick out ridicious dresses but yours is simple. Just ignore her. It's your wedding not hers." I explained. Shania nodded.

"You always know what to say Hermione. How do you do it?" she asked. I shrugged.

"I don't know, I wouldn't say I know exactly what to say. I just had to stick up for myself in school. I was the bookworm, if I didn't say something no one would notice me or they would pick on me." I finished as another round of whinning sounds could be heard. Shania went over to calm everyone down and to make sure no one threw a fit. I looked at myself in the mirror. I could still see the me in a Hogwarts uniform with a book and to look at myself now so much later, I couldn't wrap my brain around it. I was broken out of my trance when Shania called me over to give the final inspection.

After the fitting, with two complaints that the dress made them look fat, one dress was too short, three dresses were too long, four people actually loved the dresses, and I didn't hear from the other three so I assumed they liked the dresses, I was dragged to Shania's for a pre-wedding party thrown by her friends. After thirty minutes I slipped into the kitchen and I quickly re-confirmed with the DJ of his services. Just as I hung up with the DJ, Dra-Malfoy appeared out of no where, my heart started to beat a little faster. Not good.

"Hello." I said, trying to blush. I hate this man for seven years but a couple days planning his wedding and I'm blushing? What kind of idiot was I? What rock had hit my head and caused this to happen?

"Hey Granger. How goes the cake supplies hunting?" he asked. I was surprised he remembered but I then remember I hadn't gotten any. Crap.

"Excellent." I answered as confidently as I could muster.

"Granger unprepared? That's a new one." he said easily seeing through me. I was shocked. I had used that tone with plenty of professors and had gotten away with almost everything.

"Of course I have them Malfoy don't be silly." I said putting more effect into being confident.

"It's okay to not be prepared Granger." he said holding up numberous plastic bags from behind the counter. My jaw dropped. "I took the liberty of getting them." I couldn't believe this. Malfoy willingly helping me out and shopping for useful items no less. Shifting through the bags, I found everything was there. He was really serious about this. I felt my lips curve into a smile as I looked up at Malfoy. It was official: I, Hermione Granger, liked Draco Malfoy. Snap out of it Hermione think about who you're smiling at. I quickly made my face neutral again.

"Thank you Malfoy that was thoughtful of you." I paused. "I will have the cake ready by your wedding."

"I'm helping you make it." he said with a tone that said the decision was final. I sighed and didn't press the issue. He was dangerous for me to look at. I was confused. After making up some excuse about how I had to go and telling Dra-Malfoy to tell Shania goodbye for me, I leaned against the brick wall outside of the house. The cool air chilled me. I sighed, this wasn't suppose to happen. I was suppose to be professional. The best. Not go and like the groom.

Time to ring up Ginny.

"Well there's only one answer." Ginny said later that night as we were talking.

"What?" I asked her.

"We're going to look up Shania's sister and see what really went down between her and Malfoy." It sounded good to me but Meg was dead.

"Sounds good. But I doubt the papers would have something about that." I said. I heard Ginny laugh softly.

"Don't worry Hermione I'll take care of it all. Just invite Draco over to my place." She hung up before I could point out that I had no clue how to get Malfoy to Ginny's. I was a bit scared but not too much. She wouldn't go killing someone, this was Ginny after all, but this was the girl who could bull fight too. But Ginny wouldn't do anything rash to get information...

...Right?

So there the three of us were. I had to come up with the lamest excuse in the history excuses by saying Ginny was some other wedding planner and she could help with his wedding. But he believed it and that is what matters! Ginny saved the day by bringing us all something to drink. Then she got her lazy cat grin. The same one I had seen on Fred and George for years. It was when they knew they were about to pull off a prank and not get caught for it. I was a bit scared but I continued to sip my drink. Draco, then finished with his drink, got this weird look on his face and then he kissed me.

I was so shocked. I looked to Ginny who was grinning from ear to shrugged as the world around me swirled and started to change until it wasn't our reality anymore..