Chapter 6
How Do I Tell My Brother?
They said that once you get engaged, the hardest part was planning the wedding. That wasn't the case for me at all. I was excited to plan my wedding!
The hardest part was…how the Skinner was I going to tell Harry that I was getting married…to Lucius Malfoy's son of all people?
Telling my friends was easy. It was the morning after Draco had proposed and I woke up in my bed, dazed and confused until I saw the ring again and smirked, the memories of last night flooding back. I guess I owed Sheila an apology.
I got up and got my uniform on, straightening my hair and applying makeup before going to wake up Hermione.
"Good morning, Watson!" I said when I got into her dorm, falling contently onto her bed. "Isn't today amazing?"
"Oh, God, she's in a ditz." Hermione said, getting up. "How'd it go last night?" she asked as she got dressed.
"Well…" I said with a healthy beam.
"Oh, no, what did he do?" Hermione asked with a sigh.
I giggled and fiddled with the ring. "He proposed!"
Hermione gaped at me. "WHAT!?" she screamed. "He didn't!?"
I showed her the ring. "He did! Last night!"
Hermione screamed as loud as I had ever heard her scream and threw her arms around me. "OH MY GOD! CONGRATULATIONS!" she screamed, jumping with me.
"Shut up!" Sheila said from next door. "We get that Hannah getting engaged is exciting, but still!" she shouted.
Hermione sighed, brushing her hair. "Does he know?" she asked.
"Who?" I asked.
"Harry! Does he know you're engaged?" Hermione asked.
"Mione." I sighed. "Mione, Mione, Mione. You've known me for eight years." I said. "You honestly think that I would have the best thing happen to me and I wouldn't tell my brother?"
"In other words, you haven't told him yet." Hermione stated.
"It just happened last night, ok?" I said, snapping my smug persona. "Besides, Harry and Draco hate each other, how do you think he's going to react when he finds out that I'm marrying his worst enemy?" I asked.
"Sherlock, just go tell him. Wake up your fiancé -"
I giggled. It was still too good to be true that Draco was no longer my boyfriend…but my fiancé!
"and tell him! Now, before classes." Hermione said, giving me a shove out of her dorm.
"Ok…thanks, Mione." I said nervously as I gathered enough gall to run into Draco's dorm and jump on his chest.
Draco grunted, waking up. "Oi, get off me, Goyle you fat…oh, hello." he said, cutting himself off when he saw me.
"You think I'm as fat as Goyle?" I asked, eyes wide.
"No, no, no." Draco said, kissing my forehead and sitting up. "Goyle just tends to jump on me a lot." he said.
"Why do you sleep in boxers?" I asked as Draco stood up.
"They're comfortable." Draco said simply, putting pants on. "What can I say?"
I shrugged, perching on his lap as he buttoned up his shirt. I sighed sadly. Why did he have to wear a shirt?
"Sorry, love, the pecks have to go away for the day." Draco said with a smirk as I slipped his tie over his neck, settling it into place contently. "Enjoying yourself there, Hannah?"
I nodded when he slipped his vest on, draping his robe over himself.
"Does Potter know the news yet?" Draco asked as I pulled my hair up.
I bit my lip. "No." I admitted. "We're telling him right now. And you might need this." I said, handing him his wand. "Just in case Harry gets…defensive."
"Thanks." Draco said, tucking his wand in his belt loop as I stood up, going into the common room.
"Oi, MacMillan, you see Harry anywhere?" I asked.
"Headed to the Great Hall, last I saw him." Ernie said from the couch.
"Thanks." I said, grabbing Draco's wrist and going down into the Great Hall, heart hammering in my chest at what news I was about to break.
How was he going to react? Thrilled? Pissed? Would he turn into a bloodthirsty maniac and slaughter Draco?
Sure, he was going to be happy to hear I was getting married, who wouldn't? But at eighteen? He'd be absolutely furious!
We got into the Great Hall and I skimmed the Gryffindor table, finding Harry with Ron and Ivy.
I took a deep breath. "Ok, let's do this."
Draco grabbed my shoulder. "Try not to pass out." he muttered.
"I make no promises." I said as we went towards my brother, my heart in my throat as I tried to think of what to say.
"Now try to relax. It's not like you're confessing to robbing Gringotts here." Draco whispered.
"Easy for you to say." I whispered.
Draco took some thinking time away from me when he shouted. "OI! Potter, Weasley, Duff!"
I gave Draco the death glare as I sped up. Dead bride walking. We have a dead bride walking here. I thought. "No!" I hissed, looking at Harry's wand as he grabbed it.
"What?"
"Wait until he puts his wand in his book bag!" I whispered, paling until Harry tucked his wand away.
My ring suddenly felt heavier than it felt the previous night or that morning when I had told Hermione. I wanted to hide it, shove my hand in my pocket, tuck it into my bra, anything. But Draco grabbed my wrist, keeping my hand front and centre.
"Morning, Harry. Hi, Ron, hi, Ivy." I said, fighting not to sound nervous.
"Hey, Han, Malfoy." Harry said with a smirk at me. Thank Skinner, he's in a good mood. "What's up?"
"Actually, we have some good news, Potter." Draco smirked.
I smacked him. "I wanted to say that!" I hissed.
"You looked ready to faint." Draco hissed in defence.
The grin on Harry's face was wiped clean off and was replaced with suspicion as he looked at me. "Really?"
I nodded, swallowing. "Now, don't get worked up, Harry, everything's ok." I said.
This time it was Draco's turn to smack me. I looked to him biting my lip. It didn't take my mind reading skill to tell me that he would have said something along the lines of marvellous, perfect or superb.
"Sure, Han, but if everything's so ok, why do you look ready to piss yourself?" Harry asked.
"I do not." I lied instantly. Man, I wished we could have told Narcissa first. She'd be thrilled.
Damned Twin Telepathy. Harry jumped to an immediate conclusion. Just like I would have.
"You're pregnant!?" he shouted, grabbing his wand. "I'm going to fucking kill you, Malfoy!"
"Harry, no!" I said, grabbing his wrist. "No, I am not pregnant!"
Harry looked at me and sat back down, tucking his wand away, flushing.
"Oh, sorry." Harry muttered.
"It's good." I said.
"Way to scare us, Harry." Ron said.
"Yeah, well, prepare to be terrified." I mumbled.
"What's that?" Harry asked.
I gave an involuntary shudder before Draco opened his fat mouth.
"Potter, I did this completely out of order. Traditionally, I would have asked permission first, but seeing as she's already said yes…"
Ivy gaped. "WHAT!?" she asked.
"Ivy, wait a minute." Harry said. "Go on."
"Seeing as she's already said yes, I'm asking your blessing. We're getting married, Potter."
Harry looked at Draco before bursting out laughing. "No, really? What's up?" he asked.
I bit my lip. He thought this was a joke!?
"It isn't a joke, Harry." I said. "W-We're getting married."
Harry instantly stopped laughing, seeing my hand and paling, his eyes going wide.
Ron looked completely stunned, Ivy looked completely shocked. Harry was now the one who looked ready to faint.
And pass out was exactly what Harry did. Ron caught him before he hit the floor and I slowly brought him back around by conjuring enough water to splash in his face. (I loved being a Necromancer…someone who had control of all the elements.)
Harry jolted back to consciousness, coughing and glaring at me.
"Hannah, you're eighteen years old!" Harry spluttered. "What makes you think that a woman who's barely of age in the Muggle world can get married!?"
"Harry, it doesn't matter, in the Ministry's eyes, I've been of age for over a year. I'm Harley Quinn. I ran a coven, I planned an ambush of Death Eater run Hogwarts and pulled it off successfully…I defeated Voldemort for crying out loud! I think I'm old enough to make my own decisions."
"You may be old enough to make your own decisions, but you're still way too young to get married!" Harry said. "I mean, why now? Why not when you're in your twenties?"
"I almost lost her in the war." Draco said. "I learn things after one go, Potter I'm not stupid. Any day I could lose her and I want to know she's mine if it happens."
"Hannah, the war is over. Voldemort's defeated, as you so angrily claimed, you don't have to do the Bill and Fleur thing like Mrs Weasley said happened in the First Wizarding War, lovers eloping left right and center!"
"Potter, we will elope if you don't give us your blessing." Draco snarled.
Harry shot up. "You wouldn't dare. No one in their right mind would marry two people who are barely of age!"
"That's where you're wrong." I said. "In Twilight, Bella got married when she was my age."
"She married a vampire who was almost a century her senior!" Harry snapped.
"He looked eighteen." I protested.
"They are also fictitious characters." Harry pointed out. "And I will be damned if my baby sister is going to be married before she turns twenty! No one in their right mind will perform the ceremony or give you a marriage license!"
"Ha, Potter, that's where you're wrong." Draco smirked. "We've been of age for over a year in the wizard world. We can do whatever we want. They'll give us the license, no questions asked."
Harry huffed. "I forgot about Ministry Regulation. You'll take care of her?" he asked.
"To my last breath." Draco nodded.
"Hurt her?"
"Never. Not after fifth year."
Harry went quiet.
I bit my lip. What was Harry thinking?
Suddenly, he burst out laughing.
"All right, you two have my blessing. Go ahead, get married. But…"
"What?" I asked, paling.
"I'm not telling Mrs. Weasley!" Harry snorted. "Or Aunt Petunia if she's invited. You're telling them!"
I paled. "Oh, man!" I groaned. Knowing Mrs Weasley, she'd try to get me out of it like she tried with Bill and Fleur.
And Aunt Petunia…she'd be even worse! She was a Muggle! She didn't know about the wizard coming of age until a year before I became of age! How would she feel if I was getting married now!?
Mel ran up to the Gryffindor table, jumping on my lap and hugging Draco. "Hi, Dracy!" Mel said happily.
"Hey, Mel." Draco said, hugging her. "How's life for my Ravenclaw?"
"Fun!" Mel said giggling, hugging Draco. "Did Mummy write back yet?"
"Not yet, sis." Draco said, setting her in his lap. "Hey, now that we've got you, there's something that I have to tell you."
"Are you dying?" Mel asked, wide eyed with eyes filled with tears.
"No, hon." Draco said smiling. "I'm sticking around for a while. But…what I'm about to tell you, you aren't to write to Mother about, ok?"
Mel nodded.
Draco smiled, setting her down and drawing me to him. "Hannah and I are getting married."
Mel looked confused. "What's married?" she asked.
"Married is…when a man and a woman love each other very much…and…er…" Draco said, looking to me for help.
"They pledge each other forever." I said with a shrug, smiling. And all that was going to be all mine. The fact that I was going to be sharing it with Draco fucking Malfoy made it that much sweeter a victory.
Mel looked at me, then to Draco. "Congratulations." she said.
"Hey, Melly!" the Ravenclaw first years shouted from their table. "We're going to Herbology, you coming?"
Mel nodded hurriedly and stood up. "See you!" she said, running off after her friends.
I smirked, leaning into my fiancé. We all had a spare first before Potions.
"Oh, crap." Harry said. "Paparazzi alert."
I whipped around and sure enough, there was someone hiding behind the High Table, camera in hand.
"Smile pretty, Hannah." he said with a smirk, taking flurried pictures.
"Oh, Skinner!" I said, hiding my face.
"Oh, is that an engagement ring I see?" the paparazzo asked, still snapping pictures.
"Oi, leave her alone!" the voice of Annabelle Drosie, my former worst enemy snapped, nodding to her minions, Nancy O'Neil and Jamie Vain.
"Come on, come on." Jamie said, helping me up as everyone started out.
"That's it, Hannah, work it, work it." the paparazzo said, still snapping pictures. "Any comments over the ring?"
"Yes, she has a comment." Draco growled, grabbing the slime ball by the collar as we got to the dungeons. "Get the fuck out of her face!" he ordered, throwing him to the other side of the wall and racing into my common room.
I collapsed on the couch, hand over my heart. "Skinner damn it all, it's like a girl can't get any privacy!" I said.
"Ok, let's see this alleged ring." Drosie said, taking my hand and looking at the ring. "Holy fuck that looks expensive, where'd you get it?"
"From a cereal box, where'd you think?" I asked sarcastically.
Drosie smirked and looked at Draco. "Put a ring on it?" she asked.
"Yes, I proposed last night." Draco said.
"Mazeltov." Jamie said, hugging me.
I smiled before sighing. "Thank you." I said, putting my head in my hands. "Never thought this was how Narcissa would find out. Over images a slime ball took."
"You mean these?" Draco asked, chucking the camera at me.
"The camera!" I said.
Draco smirked. "I got all but one, and the ring's scarcely visible. Hogsmeade weekend we'll bring up Mother and give her the news before we make it into a press conference."
I sighed. "Alright." I said. "They're probably already circulating, the rumours."
"What rumours?" Pansy Parkinson asked, sliding downstairs.
"That we're engaged." I said.
"For?" Rose Yaxley asked, sliding down after Pansy, who had collapsed onto the stairs, mouth agape.
"Engaged to be married, moron!" Pansy said. "Like it's…" Pansy cut herself off with a gasp and scream when she saw the glint from the fire.
"What?!" My dorm mates asked, running downstairs as Harry, Ivy, Ron, Drosie, O'Neil and Vain left for their classes.
"Hannah's got a ring!" Pansy gasped, taking hold of my hand and staring at the ring. "And damn, it looks expensive."
"It was nothing, every Knut was worth it." Draco smirked.
Millicent Bulstrode gaped at me, taking hold of my hand as the Greengrass sisters came downstairs.
"Heard Pansy scream, what's up?" Daphne Greengrass asked, pulling her blonde hair up.
"Take a look at this." Millicent said, handing off my hand to Daphne.
"Oh my God!" Daph gasped, staring at my ring. "Tori, look."
Tori wrenched my hand from Daph and stared at the ring, eyes wide.
"This isn't…that can't be…?" Tori said, looking at me.
I smirked, Draco wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
Tori dropped my hand and screamed, squeezing me around the middle, still screaming and rousing the Slytherins.
"What the hell, Tori?!" Traci Davies asked as she glared at Astoria. "We were sleeping upstairs, moron!"
"LOOK!" Astoria said, shoving my hand in the air for the entire house to see. "LOOK AT HER HAND!"
The Slytherins stared until a glint from the fire brought their attention to the ring.
Crabbe and Goyle looked completely dumbfounded, Kairi Phantomhive looked positively impressed. My first years from the past looked thrilled and good and ready to wet themselves with excitement. Blaise and Draco, shared a smirk.
Alvaro Diamond looked crushed and went back upstairs.
"Well!?" Blaise asked. "What's it for?"
I gave Blaise a look as Draco wrapped an arm around me, willing me to put a hand on his chest. "We're getting married!" I said.
The Slytherins gaped at me and Blaise smirked. "You sly dog, you!" Blaise said, punching Draco in the shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm in need of a best man." Draco said with a grunt.
"I'm in." Blaise said, smacking Draco across the back before tackling me.
"HANNAH!" Blaise said, tickling me. "WHO'D HAVE THOUGHT YOU'D GET MARRIED TO A MALFOY!?"
"We're not married, yet." I pointed out as Blaise slung me over his shoulder.
"BLAISE!" I screamed as I was paraded around the common room. "PUT ME THE SKINNER DOWN!"
"BRIDE TO BE RIDING!" Blaise shouted, running around the common room with me over his shoulder amongst the roars of laughter from the entire House.
"BLAISE!" Draco shouted. "Put. My. Fiancée. Down!"
I flushed and giggled. It was the first time he had called me the 'f' word since it was made official.
Blaise ignored his amazingly hot best friend (hey, I was marrying him.) and proceeded to carry me around the common room.
"Congratulations, you two." Astoria said. "It may not be me in your place, Hannah, but you're a lucky woman."
"NO SHIT!" the Slytherins said together as Blaise finally set me back on my feet, Crabbe and Goyle wrapping an arm around me each.
"Mazeltov!" they said together.
I grinned. "Crabbe, Goyle, I'm not Jewish, so I can't speak Hebrew." I told them.
Draco cleared his throat. "I'm not Jewish, either, but I do speak Hebrew, Mazeltov is a word to express congratulations, particularly after a Jewish wedding ceremony, surprisingly they're using it in proper context. Mazeltov is abbreviated from the Hebrew phrase meaning good star."
I glared at him. "I'll thank you to not rub that in. That's seventeen languages you can speak fluently and one with snippets!"
"Sorry." Draco smirked. "But you love it."
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever." I said with a laugh. "Don't try anything interesting when we tell your mother."
"Oh, fine." Draco huffed, crossing his arms. "You're no fun."
I grinned, flipping my hair and holding out my engagement ring. "If you didn't like it, then you shouldn't have put a ring on it." I teased, kissing Draco's jaw.
"Never said I didn't." Draco grinned, flopping onto the couch with me in his arms as everyone else went to classes.
…
When we got to Transfiguration, the infamous Hogwarts rumour mills were open once more. It seemed that word had gotten out about Draco's and my engagement.
We sat down in the front row and everyone who was whispering fell silent. I had taken my engagement ring off for the time being and slid it onto a necklace chain so I'd still have it.
"They're staring." I whispered as everyone stared at my left hand digging for my wand.
"Let them. They're just jealous they've never seen an engaged woman before." Draco whispered with a smirk.
I giggled, grabbing a quill.
…
The week went by slowly after Draco had planned our Hogsmeade visit to Narcissa to break the news.
The Saturday after Draco proposed, the soul picture that paparazzo had gotten away with was published in that week's edition of Witch Weekly and the entertainment column of the Daily Prophet, sparking rumours from everyone that it was happening.
Promise Ring or Proposal: Is Drannah Finally Betrothed?
I had groaned at the prospect. How was Narcissa going to react when we told her?
"Just let me do the talking, love." Draco told me as I got ready for the most important meeting of my life (well, before the wedding.) "Don't say a word if you can't handle it."
I nodded, slipping on my cloak as we went down to Hogsmeade.
"What are the odds she's going to go off the deep end?" I asked.
"Pretty good." Draco admitted. "Oh, relax, Hannah," he added as I paled. "She won't in the bad way…she absolutely adores you. Well, not as much as I do…" I blushed. "but it's there. She adores you."
I flushed. Well, at least I wouldn't have a rivalry with the mother-in-law.
"Ah, speak of the devil, there she is." Draco called out. "Mother!"
"Hello, Draco." Narcissa said, beaming as she embraced her son before turning to me. "Hannah!" she embraced me tightly. "So good to see you, as always."
I grinned as we went into the Three Broomsticks, Draco ordering Butterbeer. "Now, Mother, there's something we have to tell you."
"And what would that be?" Narcissa asked.
"Well…" Draco said, looking around. "you see…this happens to a Mother eventually…"
"Draco Lucius Malfoy!" Narcissa gasped. "For your sake, the next words out of your mouth had best not involve me becoming a grandmother!"
I paled.
"That's it, isn't it?" Narcissa asked Draco, eyes narrowed and looking terrifyingly furious. "You have gotten your girlfriend pregnant! What your father will say when the tabloids catch wind of it! And how is Hannah supposed to hide her belly in a few months? Do I look old enough to be a grandmother to you?!"
"Mother, Hannah isn't pregnant!" Draco insisted, holding her hands.
"I'll believe it when I hear it from the horse's mouth." Narcissa said, looking to me.
"Narcissa, I am not pregnant." I assured her.
"All right, then." Narcissa settled down and sighed in relief. "I apologize. You were saying, Draco?"
Draco just grinned. "Mother, remember how you always said that I had best get a move on and make Hannah mine before someone else did?"
Narcissa nodded, now looking completely confused. "Yes, I've been telling you that since you were eleven years old and you first brought her up."
Draco just smirked. "Well, I just did. Mother, we're getting married."
Narcissa went wide eyed and gaped, eyeing the ring on my finger. For a time she didn't say anything, she just looked from Draco to the ring and to me.
"Draco, I think you broke your mother." I muttered to him.
"YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED!?" she squealed finally, evoking looks from the entire bar.
We sighed and nodded, instantly evoking murmurings from the bar and paparazzo coming from the woodwork.
"Hannah, Hannah, what designer are you going to wear?"
"When are you going to wed?"
"Draco, Draco, when did you pop the question?!"
"Bloody hell!" I said as we all stood up. "No comment!"
"Come on!" Draco said, grabbing my arm in one hand, Narcissa's arm in the other and running.
"Why can't the damned paparazzi leave us alone!?" I asked as the paparazzi followed us through the village, shouting questions at us as we ran into the castle.
"Why now? Why not wait until you're out of school!?"
"Draco, is this just a ploy for Hannah's Gringotts' vault share?"
"Does Harry know?"
"Miss Potter and Mr. Malfoy have no comment at this time on their upcoming nuptials." Professor McGonagall shouted from the doorway. "Now please exit my school through the village!"
The paparazzi snapped a few photos of my engagement ring and scurried away as McGonagall drew her wand.
"Thanks a million, Professor." I said, smoothing my messy hair.
"We owe you big time." Draco added as Mel came from the Great Hall.
"Mummy!" Mel squealed, running into Narcissa's lap.
"Hi, Melody!" Narcissa said, lifting Mel up. "How's my little Ravenclaw?"
Mel looked down. "Ok." she mumbled.
"It's ok, sweetheart. You're my daughter. I'd love you no matter what house you were in." Narcissa kissed Mel's temple as a smile slowly crept along her face.
"I love you, too, Mummy." Mel said as her and Narcissa shared a hug. "Did Dracy tell you the news?"
"Yes, sweetheart, your brother told me the news." Narcissa laughed, tickling Mel as she giggled. "And your grandparents will love to meet Hannah when Christmas comes, Draco."
"Don't you mean grandmother Athena?" Draco asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Grandfather Abraxas has been dead for four years, he was on his deathbed just after Hannah and I started dating." Draco stated.
"Yes, yes, but during the war, your grandmother Athena eloped with a seemingly charming man by the name of Ben-."
"Ben Fanelli!?" I asked excitedly.
"No, not Ben Fanelli!" Draco said with a sigh. "It isn't Ben Fanelli, right?"
"No, Hannah, it was not Ben Fanelli." Narcissa said, patting my arm.
"Damn. I could have been related by marriage to my hero!" I muttered. "No matter."
"I doubt you'll ever meet him." Mel said.
"It's a maybe!" I protested.
"Anyways, ladies, if we can cease the hockey talk…" Narcissa sighed with a laugh. "We have other matters to discuss."
"Hey, Mel!" Rebecca Green called to her. "We're going down to the kitchens for a snack, wanna come with?"
Mel lit up. "Sure!" Mel gave Draco a quick hug before following the first year Ravenclaws to the kitchens.
"Such as?" Draco asked his mother.
"Such as your wedding, young man!" Narcissa sighed, rolling her eyes. "There's the dress to buy, the venue, the date, the invitations, the registry, you need bridesmaids and groomsmen!"
I laughed. "Oh, lord." Draco groaned.
"Draco Lucius!" Narcissa hissed. "You are a Malfoy! You know for a fact that Malfoy weddings are the most renown revelries of the time! That and I'm quite positive Hannah would like a white wedding."
I laughed. "Narcissa, I could care less where I get married so long as it's him." I lied nodding to Draco. Truth be told, I had always wanted a grand, white wedding.
"Nonsense, sweetheart." Narcissa said, smoothing my hair. "With how you grew up, you are going to get the best wedding money can buy! I owe it to you."
I grinned. "Alright, Narcissa." I caved. "Do your thing."
"Excellent!" Narcissa beamed, holding my hands. "Draco, I highly advise you find yourself a-"
"Best man?" Draco asked. "Been done. I asked Blaise to do the honour. I'm being his so I might as well have him return the favour."
"And Hannah, I advise you find yourself a -"
"Maid of honour?" I asked with a grin. "I'm having Ivy do the honours. I'm being hers so…"
Narcissa grinned. "Excellent. I'll owl you weekly and visit when I can to help you plan."
Draco and I grinned. "So I can take it we have your blessings?" Draco asked.
"Have my blessings?" Narcissa asked joyfully. "You have my full blown support!"
Draco and I grinned at each other as Draco hoisted me up. "We've got ourselves a wedding!" we said together.
…
Within days, wedding planning had began. Harry had gotten used to the fact that I was getting married and was now helping. Draco and I were designing invitations, although a date was still being argued over.
I was being practical, adding how long it would take to get the dress fitted properly, an appropriate time for the invited to RSVP, etcetera. That and we had to graduate first. Give it a few months after the term ended.
Draco, however, was being impatient. He wanted the wedding done as fast as possible. But his problem was, if we got married during the school year, we wouldn't be able to honeymoon until after we graduated Hogwarts.
"Draco, you're impossible!" I sighed finally after a few days.
"I'm not the one trying to be the perfectionist!"
"I'm not being a perfectionist, I'm being practical! Admit it, if you could get someone to marry us right now, you would!" I snapped.
"I won't deny it." Draco sighed. "But you'd never let me do a slap up job of it!"
"You wouldn't either!" I protested.
"Oh, don't you start on me, Hannah!" Draco growled. "I will be damned if my future wife is going to make me look foolish!"
"So I make you look foolish, then!?" I asked, shooting up.
"Yeah, maybe you do!" Draco snapped back, shooting up with me.
"You are such a prat!" I shouted, crossing my arms.
"I may be a prat, but at least I wasn't raised by Muggles!" Draco spat.
"At least I wasn't raised by some bastard who raped my sister and tried to rape my fiancée!"
"Keep it up, Potter, and it'll be ex-fiancée!"
Ok, that one hurt. I just glared at him and ran to my dorm, already in tears.
I hated this. I hated how ever since we got engaged that planning the wedding always resulted in a shouting match! It was near impossible to get anything done without it ending in a fight!
"Another argument?" Hermione asked.
I nodded, wiping my eyes. "He's so impossible!"
"I know, sweetheart, most ferrets are."
I glared at her.
"Sorry, wrong time." Hermione wrapped an arm around me.
"I think he's about to crack." I admitted. "One more row and he's gonna call it off, I can feel it."
"He wouldn't dare." Hermione laughed. "He values his life too much. You'll be fine. If you can survive a war with your relationship in tact, I think that wedding planning will be a walk in the park."
I looked to her and wiped my eyes as the door opened.
"Leave her alone, Malfoy." Hermione said.
"Shove a Treacle Tart in it, Granger." Draco snapped before turning to me and sitting with me. "This arguing has got to stop. I went way too far this time."
I nodded, resting my head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around me and kissed my temple.
"Why don't we compromise?" Draco suggested. "The day after graduation. Not too long a wait for me, but far enough away that it's practical. In fact…I already had an idea."
I sniffed and looked up. "Ok, fire away." I said.
Draco smirked. "Why not leave Hogwarts as husband and wife?"
I huffed. "Draco we agreed on it…" I said.
"No, no, hear me out." Draco told me. "We and the guests stay behind and have the train come back…we get married here."
"Oh…" I said, nodding. "Brilliant."
Draco smirked. "Figured as such."
I grinned. "So we're in agreement, then? A wedding at Hogwarts?"
Draco and I nodded with a grin.
I sighed in relief. "Finally we agree on something." I sniffed, wiping my eyes and standing. "I'd better go clean myself up, otherwise by dinner I'll look like Alice Cooper."
"Who?" Draco asked.
I sighed, leaving the room. "Oh, never mind." I said, going into my bathroom and gasping.
Everything was in disarray, my stuff was ransacked, my clothes all over the dormitory floor along with my wand. Gwen's cage was knocked on its side and Hellion's crate suffered the same fate.
My bathroom was even worse. My makeup was thrown everywhere, the contents all over the floor.
What shocked me the most was along the mirror was a note written in my red lipstick:
You killed what was most precious to us. Prepare to have your groom-to-be suffer the same fate! There's a new Dark Lord rising and his new target is you! Give us Sarah Ravencroft's Tome or you will only see the altar at your funeral! You have been warned.
-Z
Just when I thought I was safe, that I could live a normal life…here was a death threat written in blood red lipstick.
