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Draco felt as though he had been trudging through the snow for hours when he finally reached something familiar.

The Lake; he wasn't that far from the Manor; had he simply been walking in circles?

He cursed under his breath, though he could have yelled and still not heard himself over the wind.

"Hermione!" He called out in vain, trying to think of how he was supposed to find her in this mess. He could have circled her several times for all he knew.

He sought shelter under a large tree by the lake and wondered if she had taken her wand with her. Maybe he should have checked before leaving the Manor.

After sitting for a while he found that he legs were going numb and moving was probably the best option. At least he wouldn't feel totally useless then.

"You and your love of house elves." He muttered to the air, annoyance in his voice, but inside he felt a twinge of worry. He hoped she was alright.

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Hermione found Betty curled up into a ball near by a rose bush. The should make out a tall stone wall that marked the edge of the property.

She had walked far and was feeling very cold. Slowly she bent down and picked up the whimpering house elf.

"Miss?" It squeaked, though Hermione couldn't make out what she was saying.

"It's alright, you're going to be fine." She yelled, hoping her voice could be heard.

She took Betty nearer to the wall and crouched under a tree. Although she would never admit it out loud, she was regretting leaving the Manor.

The path that lead back to the Manor was completely covered in snow, and she had left her wand in the study.

"I am so stupid." She cursed, that was twice she had forgotten her wand when she really needed it.

Draco, where was he? Had he stayed in the house, unaware she had ventured out to find Betty? Would he really think she would do that?

Hermione hoped that he would find them, maybe he had his wand and could make her feel warm.

She stood, stomping in the snow for a moment to try and bring the feeling back into her freezing limbs. "Damn this property for being so huge." She muttered again, feeling the breath against her lips but unable to hear the words.

After a moment she picked up Betty who was gazing around in confusion and fear.

She kept to the wall, trying to see the Manor in the distance. "Draco, where are you?" She yelled, knowing no one could have possibly heard her.

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Draco sifted through his pockets and finally found his wand within the folds of his robes. He shook it a bit and cast a warming spell over himself.

The snow around his feet melted slightly causing water to seep through his clothing and he hastily put a stop to the spell.

He stepped continued to walk forwards – in the direction he hoped was forwards – and ran through the list of spells he knew to see if one could help him find Hermione.

A while later he paused, and muttered an incantation he had long since forgotten.

Green sparks burst out of the tip of his wand. He stared at it, confused. Then with a sudden gust of wind he heard a voice.

It seemed that every nerve in his body tingled and he felt his pulse quicken. No words could be made out but he was sure he had heard a voice.

Now, straining his ears, he could hear nothing. He said the incantation with more force this time and pointed his wand in the general direction he heard the voice.

A steady stream of green and white shot out of his wand and disappeared into the swirling mass of snow.

He waited, breathing heavily, shoulders tense. Not long after, the beam came racing back over the ground, leaving a melted path behind it.

Draco stepped onto the cleared ground and hurried along, not wanting the snow to cover the path.

He walked on and on, so long he wondered if he had somehow performed the wrong spell.

"Hermione!" He yelled, not knowing why he kept doing that when he knew no one a meter from him could possibly hear.

But this time, he heard an answering call "Draco!" He broke into a run.

The path was straight now and he sprinted along it to come to the wall marking the edge of the property. 'What?' he thought, looking around in confusion.

The cleared pathway had ended here and he couldn't see Hermione anywhere. Wait a moment…he saw a dark figure just disappearing from his vision.

He called out, stepping out into the now calf deep snow "Hermione! Wait! Hermione, stop moving!"

He saw the figure falter and tried to reach her before she thought to start walking again.

Just as he was about to put a hand on her shoulder she whirled around and hugged him tightly. He held her for a moment too, not realising how worried he was until he saw her.

"Did you find her?" He yelled over the wind.

Hermione nodded and indicated to a quivery elf who was wearing a large robe wrapped several times around its body.

"IS THAT YOUR CLOAK?" He roared, taking into account for the first time that Hermione was only wearing her indoor robes.

She glanced down at Betty and nodded "Yes it is."

He glared at the elf who started to tremble from more than the cold. "I told Miss to take her cloak back Sir!" It squeaked.

Draco turned on Hermione who was looking quite pale and shivered slightly in his arms "Are you insane?"

She gave a sheepish, slightly lopsided grin and shrugged. He whipped out his wand performed a warming spell, not caring that the melting snow was soaking his clothing.

"Let's go." He said firmly, feeling both relieved and annoyed at the same time.

He was frustrated that she would give her cloak to the elf and not take care of herself, but he knew it would hurt his pride too much to say that to her face.

He tightened his grip around her shoulders as they followed the wall to the corner of the Manor's East wing and then to the back door.

Betty quickly took off Hermione's robe once they were inside and hurried away to have it cleaned and dried.

Hermione sank down onto the stair case and leaned her head against the banister, sighing heavily. "Thank you." She murmured.

Draco stood before her, glaring but finding no words to say.

She opened her eyes to look at him "Do you need time to write your lecture?"

"No." He snapped. "How could you be so completely stupid?"

An indignant expression flashed across her face but was quickly replaced by guilt. "I didn't have my wand." She said quietly knowing that it didn't answer anything.

Draco began to pace in front of her, his cloak still dripping "Do you realise how reckless and idiotic that was? You could have caught your death!"

Hermione stared at him in surprise.

"Do you have anything to say?" He demanded, coming to a halt before her.

She looked down "I'm sorry."

Draco suddenly found himself sitting next to her and holding her close "I don't understand you're need to play the hero all the time."

She chuckled softly into his chest "It's a Griffindor thing, you wouldn't understand."

"No, I don't think I really want to." He replied dryly. "We should get changed, we're leaving a puddle here."

She sat up and kissed his cheek "Thank you." She repeated.

He smiled softly; his hard features losing all of their menace and anger "Just don't do anything like that again."

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"Pink has got to be one of the most revolting colours I have ever come across in my life." Draco sat lazily in the largest armchair in the library, eyeing Hermione over his book.

His fiancé sat opposite him, a pile of pamphlets on the table beside her. "Honestly Draco, there are worse colours."

"Really? Like what?" He shut his book and looked at her expectantly.

"How about the colour of mud?" She flipped through a thick magazine, thoroughly bored with this whole affair of decorations.

"Brown?" Draco scoffed "It's flexible and useful sometimes; pink however, it sickening."

Hermione shrugged "If that's what you think."

Draco raised his eyebrow, she never gave up so easily "You feeling alright?"

"I'm touched by your concern." She smirked, placing a hand over her heart in emphasis.

Draco stood up and went to place a kiss on her lips, he leaned on the arms of her chair and smirked "You sure you can handle this?"

"Of course!" Hermione snapped, she could plan a wedding without his help!

"Just checking." He continued to smirk as he stood and stretched. "So table settings today is it?"

Hermione tried not to stare in shock. He was agreeing to come with her? Had his head been affected by the snow yesterday?

She had to admit that having him there would make things more interesting. "Sure you can handle all the walking around?"

"I'm a professional quiddich player, I'm quite fit, thank you." He said with a note of pride.

Hermione smiled, "Let's go then."

They picked up their robes and aparated to an expensive lane of home ware shops.

"I don't see any other women bringing their partners here." Draco said as they linked arms and began walking down the street.

Hermione rolled her eyes "They do, you just can't see them; they're all hiding."

"Because they don't want to be seen." Draco pointed out dryly, making it obvious that it wasn't a credit to his stern reputation to be strolling down this particular lane, hand-in-hand with his fiancé.

"You'll survive." Hermione told him briskly as she steered them into a brightly decorated shop.

"Merlin save me." Draco muttered just as a plump shop attendant greeted them with false cheer and led them to the most expensive range of table ware.

"This is our most exclusive range of plates, they are perfect for weddings!" The lady continued, dragging them around the entire shop, insisting there was something that suited them perfectly somewhere within the shelves.

Hermione smiled politely and seemed to be taking a keen interest in what the plump woman had to say, while Draco didn't bother to hide his boredom.

When she finally bounced off the an incoming couple, Draco sighed and eyed the plates and cutlery with disinterest.

"That was cruel Draco." Hermione said though she was smiling.

"What did I do?"

"You didn't need to glare like you were about to eat her." She replied, looking at the different designs carefully.

Draco smirked "Well she left didn't she?"

"She's just trying to do her job." She countered.

"Well it's not mine to make her time easier." He said matter-of-factly.

Hermione laughed then "Let's go." She took his hand and they left the shop, walking straight into the one next door.

Draco fought down a groan, this was going to be a long day.

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They spent the next three weeks preparing the wedding and Draco found that Hermione was much happier when they shopped together and was willing to suffer the false cheer of hundreds of shop assistants to make Hermione happy.

The thought was a little disturbing at first, but he soon became accustomed to it and found that it wasn't such a bad thing to feel.

In early November, he took Hermione to his first quiddich match. They stayed at a fancy hotel and he made sure Hermione had the best seats.

She sat with Cho, Ginny and Ron who all gave him wary wishes of luck.

Harry was sitting with other reserve members of the team, ready to be called on if anyone was injured.

Draco sat with his team, in silence before the match, feeling butterflies in his stomach at the thought of Hermione watching him.

He was glad she had come to support him but was afraid of looking like a fool in front of her. The press would have a field day if they lost; there would be stories on how he bought his way into the team and that he was obviously no better than his father.

The thought made him cringe, he wanted to be so much more than Lucius Malfoy had ever been.

"It's time to go, just play you're best." Mark told them, he seemed a little nervous himself but was trying hard not to show it. "Keep your bat aimed at the opposing team Morrison." He added sharply.

The bulky American grunted in what could have been taken as agreement and they filed out of the changing room.

Draco gazed up into the stands where he knew Hermione was sitting and wondered how many people were crowding the stands. They were cheering and large banners of white, black and silver were floating in the air; the colours of their team.

Just opposite him, the Irish team was entering the pitch to a loud cheer. Draco saw that just as many supporters came to see the Irish win.

The team formed an arrow shape with Draco standing at the end on the left side. He watched as captains shook hands and nodded at the referee's instructions.

He patted his side and felt the reassuring shape of his wand before grasping his broom and kicking off with the others.

The noise was deafening. As he rose higher and higher, he could see that the Irish flags out numbered the ones for his own team.

He shot to the side to avoid a bludger and caught a glare from the Irish beater as they passed.

Rising away from the other players, Draco glanced down to see that they were in possession of the quaffle and used another moment to see Anthony score a goal. He felt a grin spread over his face and darted to the opposite side of the pitch to find the snitch.

Half an hour later, the people still hadn't screamed themselves hoarse. Draco was circling the pitch, listening to the score and trying to find see the snitch in the waves of colour and flashes of movement.

"Snitch isn't coming you your call Malfoy?" A heavy Irish accent sounded behind him.

He whirled around and saw the other seeker. "Looks like it isn't exactly presenting itself to you either." He spat, not wanting to waste time talking.

But the slim, wiry man continued to tail him around the pitch "We all know how you got here."

"Really now?" Draco said casually, glancing down and then moving forwards again.

"So how much did it cost you?"

Draco felt his anger bubbling "I didn't pay my way into the team." He said tightly.

The small man laughed "You can deny all you want, but we all know you bought your way here and how you used your money to snag that mudblood."

Draco pulled to an abrupt halt and glared, he slid close to the Irishman "I dare you to say that again and we'll see how far you can fly without a broom." He hissed angrily.

There was a pause while they stared at each other. Draco was about to demand an answer when he saw the golden snitch fluttering behind the Irish seeker.

Before the man before him could process the events, Draco had levered himself and jumped off his broom, past the clueless player and caught the snitch in his hand. He fell for a moment before his broom swept under him and he was once again sitting comfortably on his Firebolt.

The crowd went crazy, he could barely hear the referee's whistle above the roar. He was still feeling the anger from before but when he caught the expression on the other seekers face, he couldn't stop an arrogant smirk to grace his features.

"Well done mate!" Anthony yelled, clapping him on the shoulder.

Draco made his way down to the ground and was congratulated by his ecstatic coach. He waved the snitch above his head which caused the crowd which now was a waving mass of white, black and silver to cheer even louder.

When he handed the snitch over to the referee, he caught a glimpse of ginger before he was nearly bowled over by his laughing fiancé.

"Oh that was fantastic!" She yelled in his ear.

Draco felt warmth that had nothing to do with hours of quiddich spreading through him, he couldn't have felt happier.

Harry followed, smiling broadly "Well done Malfoy." Cho also waved her congratulations with Padma who was holding Ron's hand.

"Great catch Malfoy." Ron Weasley called out over Hermione's head.

Draco smiled openly at them "Thank you." He mouthed.

"That was a fantastic match!" Mark continued "Wonderful how you managed to pull together! Wonderful scores Anthony!"

Draco laughed, along with the other team, feeling that a bond of sorts had finally been created between his team mates.

"Are you going to detach yourself anytime soon?" he laughed down at Hermione.

She grinned "I'm so proud of you Draco!"

He kissed her deeply, earning a loud round of applause by his team mates and the crowd of thousands above them.

The Irish team left the pitch dejected expressions on each of their faces.

"Well played." Draco drawled as the seeker passed him.

He gave Draco a glare of loathing but nothing could ruin Draco's elated mood. They had won, and he had Hermione; nothing could be better.

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Well I hoped you liked that one, I know the move Draco pulled during the match may have been hard to imagine, I tried to describe it as best as I could.

Yes the wedding is coming! Ha ha, don't beat me up, I'm working on it. It's now November so lets see what Christmas has install for our favourite couple!

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