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Okay a couple people asked how you can love someone but not BE in love with them.
Think of your dad, mum, or anything person like that. You love them right? But your not in love with them. (At least I hope not.) It's kinda hard to explain but I hope that example helps!
Shania was there waiting with Draco at their house as I knocked. There were windows on either side of the door, which anyone could see into the living room with. I could hear shouting through the door, I was a bit afraid to knock but I was in a bad mood and really didn't give a damn what the hell they would think of me. The shouting came to a stop as the knock was heard. Shania surprisingly calm, opened the door.
"Hermione!" and she hugged me. "I'm so sorry for Draco's words, if he speaks to you again, let me know. Honestly you would think he's a first year." she said and glared at him as he came to her side.
"I said I was sorry." she snorted.
"Shut up Draco." I was a bit taken aback, I knew Shania as a sweet caring girl and now here she was speaking her mind.I smiled.
"Thanks but if he speaks like that again, I'll take care of it myself." I offered, coming into the house. "I personally just want to forget this incident and go on with the wedding." Shania nodded.
"I agree. The wedding will be three days later than the original date and I've called the church and everyone else we've booked to tell them as well." I nodded.
"Thank you." and pulled out my folder full of wedding information. "Now, we have 9 more days. We have your wedding dress Shania, the church, the DJ, the braidsmaid dresses-"
"My neice and nephew will be the ring bearer and flower girl. They have their attire." Shania added.
"Okay, takes care of that. The things left are the reception decor and place, cake, tuxedos, first dance song, photos, food and drink, and flowers." I paused. "And a seating chart!"
"Draco I thought you said you were going to take care of that..." Shania said and then saw Draco's face.She sighed and took a deep breath. She put her face in her hands and then rose a minute later. "I can't handle this right now, I'm sorry Hermione." I nodded as she fled. I whirled around and glared at Draco.
"I'm not going to say anything, cause I will regret it, I know it." I said, trying to keep my calm. "You have a perfectly good girl right in front of you, can't you see what you have?"
"She's a good girl, but she won't be my wife." I looked at him surprised. He continued, "I don't love her, a wife is someone you love and care about, someone you would give yourself for."
"You are a coward." I whispered. "That's all you are."
"Maybe your right." he sighed. I looked at him in surprise. I was expecting another World War III "Maybe I'm just too afraid of going after what I want." he looked directly into my eyes at that statement and a shiver went down my spine.
"It's only what I've been trying to say to you for the past couple days." I pointed out, ignoring the shiver. "Well you've made your bed," I said, pulling out reception place options photos. "the question is are you going to lay in it?"
"What's this for?" Ginny asked me as she held up a mixer and looked at it with a curious glance.
"Mixing food." I said, distracted. "Like eggs and such."
"Why is Snape so scary?" she asked, putting the mixer down.
"He's a vampire." I answered in the same manner.
"Why won't you admit you love Malfoy?" I snapped into reality with Ginny grinning.
"Finally I have your attention!" she said proudly. "Now that your back on the wedding-"
"Harry and Ron need hotel rooms." I interrupted her as I was once again lost in my thoughts. "How could I have forgotten?"
"Why?" she asked.
"They're coming for a couple days when Draco and I make the cake." I explained and then regretted it as I saw a look of interest on her face. I hadn't told Ginny about the cake...
"You two making a cake..." she laughed. "Wonder what might happen..." I hit her over the head playfully with my book.
"Nothing like that. There are no bakers left and we need a cake, so who better than ourselves?"
"What about magic?" she asked. "Less mess and less time!" I shook my head.
"They taste so carbon sometimes...plus baking is a strong point for me." I said proudly.
"What about that time you had to cook over that camp fire? I heard people were getting sick." I rolled my eyes. Will they ever let it go!
"That was years ago, and it was a freaking fire in the woods, we didn't have our wands, and it was cooking not baking." I muttered as Ginny smirked. "Why you didn't get Slytherin is a mystery to me.."
"Calm down you lunatic, are things okay between you and Malfoy? I mean you could just make the cake without him." she suggested. I sighed.
"It's a lovely option, but he did buy the supplies so I almost feel like I have to let him make it with me." I pointed to the bags near my bed.
"Wow, Malfoy shopping, who would've thought he would actually do something that would require work?" she said with almost a true shock to her voice. I resisted a laugh and said,
"He actually got some good stuff, apparently it's a chocolate and vanilla cake. But Harry and Ron will be putting the frosting on, I would never trust them with an oven. Never."
"Remember when we tried that home economics class over last summer to get Ron aquainted with more muggle objects?" Ginny laughed. "He burned down the building and we had to perform all those memory charms..."
"Good times." I said softly and sighed again. "Ginny I shouldn't like him but I do, why is that?" she shrugged.
"We don't choose who we love. Our hearts just kinda point randomly at people and go 'THIS ONE!'"
"Oh that's comforting." I said sarcastically. "But it makes sense, strangely." I looked at Ginny weird. "Why didn't you get higher marks in Hogwarts?"
"I didn't 'apply myself' as you said." on 'apply myself' she made her fingers quotation marks.
"Hey, I was talking about your future!" I defended but Ginny just scoffed.
"I have a fine life as it is, and I didn't need a Hogwarts reccomendation to do it."
"Niether did mine!" I pointed out. She stuck out her tongue at me.
"So?" I shook my head and smiled.
"Defintely Slytherin."
The next day, I was awakened by the phone ringing and I groaned and grabbed the phone.
"Hello?" I asked annoyed.
"I was thinking we should make the cake today." said Draco in a voice of amusement. He purposely called me to wake me up and I could hear the smirk in his voice.
"There is more than 5 days till the wedding, what is the point?" I grumbled as sank back into the pillows. Ooo...sleep...
"The cake will be the easiest thing compared to what you have left." he mentioned and I yawned.
"I highly doubt it."
"Plus magic, we can use it to keep it fresh." I had to admit he had a point there.
"Your not getting off until I agree aren't you?" I asked and when I got silence I knew the answer was a 'yes'. I sighed.
"Fine, I'll be there in an hour or so." and hung up. Still laying in bed I wondered why I was going in the first place. I was not a morning person. I wanted my sleep. And I didn't feel like working. There was only one reason I could think of to explain why I was going to go make a cake with Draco Malfoy in a couple hours,
Because I was in love with that jerk.
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The cake making is the next chapter! This was more of a 'set up' type chapter. Until next chapter, Whisper's Song.