Chapter
Dresses and Disaster
Since I had settled down in the two weeks after my dorm was broken into, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ivy, Sheila, Fireball, Rose, Pansy, Amelia, Dominique, Monique, Millicent, Mel, Ginny and the Greengrasses to pick out my wedding dress the same day as the first Quidditch match, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.
Originally, my plan was to keep Draco and Mel as far away from the selection as possible. I didn't want Draco to see my wedding dress until he saw me walking down the aisle.
"Why?" Draco had whined.
"Because doesn't your family believe in superstitions?" I asked, mocking his whiny tone. "In the Muggle world, it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride's dress before the wedding!"
Draco huffed. "You're picking dresses!" Draco said. "And I can't wait for ten months to see you in one!"
"Draco, it's tradition!" I said. "If you see my wedding dress, it's bad luck!"
Draco sighed. "I see we're at a pass, Miss Potter." he said. "I want to be there to aid the selection, and you want me as far away from the selection as humanly possible."
I huffed, twirling a lock of hair in my fingers. "Why don't we find some middle ground? You can come, but when I'm certain it's the dress, you get the boot. Yes?"
Draco thought for a moment, then smirked. "A fair compromise."
I smirked triumphantly. Draco still got to see me in a wedding dress or two, and then I still get my tradition. "Everybody wins! Now hurry up and grab your jacket, my bridesmaids are already in Hogsmeade."
Draco grabbed his jacket and followed me out, meeting Rose, Pansy, Millicent, Amelia, Monique, Daphne and Astoria.
"Hey, guys, I thought you were in Hogsmeade already." I said, hugging Rose and Pansy at once.
"We decided to wait for you lot." Pansy grinned. "Potter, Granger, the Weasleys, Duff, Alexander, Lafleur and James are already down at the salon. And wait…why's he coming?" Pansy asked, shooting daggers at Draco.
"He insisted on coming." I sighed. "But when I find the dress, he's getting the boot." I smirked.
"Good." Pansy said, grinning as we went down to Hogsmeade to meet with my brother, maid of honour, four other maids and my brother's best mate.
"Hey, guys." I said, hugging my brother as we went in.
"Hey." Harry said as we sat, looking at all of the white dresses around the room as Mel crawled into Draco's lap.
"What time is it?" Hermione asked.
"Five to eleven." I said. "Give it five more minutes and we'll be going in. And so help me, please don't bash me in everything I try on."
"Fine." Mel pouted as Dominique rushed in with the consultant I had sent an owl to the week beforehand, Chantelle.
Chantelle was a young, slender woman who had just left Hogwarts before the Second Wizarding War broke out. She was nineteen and was one of the most perkiest redheads I had ever met (except perhaps Ginny Weasley). Her blue eyes glowed as she looked at me.
"Hey, Chantelle." I said with a grin.
"Hannah, right on time." Chantelle said with a beautiful smile. "Holy entourage." her eyes went wide at the sight of my friends, brother and fiancé. "You're bringing your fiancé in with you?"
I nodded "But when I find it, he's getting the boot." I giggled as we all stood up.
"Excellent." Chantelle said with an evil laugh. "How I love giving the groom the boot." she said, rubbing her hands together. "So what's your budget?"
I swallowed, unsure until Draco spoke up.
"I'm paying for everything. Seeing as I'm rich…"
I smirked, holding up my engagement ring.
"She'll get whatever she wants, and to hell with the price tag."
I gaped, looking at him. "Draco, a-are you sure about this?" I asked.
"Of course." Draco smirked before my brother spoke up.
"Malfoy, it's tradition that the father of the bride pays." Harry said.
"I know." Draco said. "But obviously there is no father of the bride to pay for anything."
"I'll pay!" Harry said. "I have money in Gringotts, and I'm going to be the one giving her away."
"Potter, if we're going to be brother-in-laws, we best start getting along." Draco said. "And so help me, let me pay for the dress, I'm not going to leave you flat broke if she picks a dress that's say…seven thousand Galleons." Draco said.
I gasped. "I never thought I'd see the day." I told them. "Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy trying to get along!"
"Fine." Harry said. "Pay for the dress. But I'll pay for the rest of the ensemble."
"Done." Draco said, shaking hands with my brother and making me squeak with excitement.
"You two are agreeing!?" I asked, disbelieving. "You, Draco Lucius Malfoy, agreeing with my brother…Harry James Potter?" I asked my fiancé.
Draco shrugged as Chantelle cleared her throat. "Alright, now that budget's out of the way, what sort of dress are you looking for."
"Ball gown." I grinned.
"I'd like to see her in a fit and flare…maybe a mermaid or trumpet style." Draco said.
"You know I hate mermaid style!" I said. "It's either fitted or poofy, you can't have both! Besides, it's not flowing, princess-like or dramatic. It just screams 'look at me, I think I'm a sea nymph and belong in St. Mungo's!'"
"Good to know. So when's the wedding?" Chantelle asked.
"Nine months. After graduation." Draco said.
I smirked as Chantelle nodded "Alright, everyone come with me and pick one dress that you think Hannah would like."
Everyone nodded and I was lead into a dressing room.
"So what do you want to look like for your wedding?" Chantelle asked.
"Dramatic, romantic, something along the line like Cinderella or Snow White." I smirked.
"I see you more like Snow White. You have her grace and delicate beauty." Chantelle said smirking before leaving the room and coming back with a dress from everybody out there.
"The top one's Draco's." Chantelle said. "You want to wear it?"
I sighed. "To get him to shut up, all right." I said, stepping into the dress and cringing.
He had picked a mermaid style, the asshole! I hated being in it already. The top was pretty, I gave him that, a sweetheart neckline, gentle swirls around the bust and rooshing around the fitted part…not bad.
But I hated that it ended so abruptly, the bling and started straight into the fitted part and abruptly to the poofy part.
And the most I hated about it…it had a lace back.
I shuddered. "Alright, hurry up. The sooner he sees it, the sooner I can get out of this thing." I said as we opened the door and walked out.
"Awe, don't we look lovely." Draco smirked.
"Shut up." I mumbled.
"I hate it!" Pansy said.
"Thank you!" I said to Pansy.
"I agree." everyone said.
"I think it makes you look fat!" Mel said.
"Ok, there's a fine line from insulting the dress and insulting the woman in the dress." Harry said. "The dress doesn't compliment your beautiful figure."
"What's wrong with it?" Draco asked.
"Let's start with the obvious." I said, gesturing to the skirt. "You got the style I hated the most! Not my dream silhouette. And Mel's right, I feel fat in this thing. And the lace itches."
"Ah." Draco said. "Alright, let's keep going."
"Good, you owe me. Big time." I said. "Get me out of this dress." I said, going back into the dressing room.
Chantelle held up another dress.
"Wow…" I said as I put it on. "It's really pretty."
It wasn't a mermaid (thank Skinner!). It was a fit and flare with a gradual decrease of bling going down the skirt. It was a button up back.
The only thing I hated was the lace straps and the neckline. The straps itched and the neckline didn't flatter me at all.
I went out with a grin on my face. "Who picked this one out?" I asked.
Ron put up his hand.
"Ron, holy crap." I said, smoothing my hands down the skirt. "It's really pretty."
Draco smirked. He thought he was going to see me in my wedding dress.
"But I hate the neckline and straps." I said, gesturing to the top. "I don't want to spend the ceremony scratching my shoulders. It's a pretty dress, but I can't deal with the straps."
Ron nodded in understanding as I went back in and got into another dress.
I smiled. It was the exact style I wanted. A ball gown. The rest of the dresses were ball gowns! Everyone else in my entourage knew me so well.
The skirt felt heavy, weighing me down as I spun around to look at it. The top was glittering and shone.
I liked it…for a wedding in December, like Ivy's was. But I was getting married in the summer. In June.
I went out with a smile. "I like it." I said.
"Thanks." Ginny and Hermione said together.
"For a winter wedding." I said, biting my lip. "The skirt's heavy, and the bling is just too much, I'll be sweating all day. But we're getting closer."
…
Finally, we got to the final dress, the rest of them all being turned down.
The ball gown took my breath away the minute I felt the cool feel of tulle around my legs, swathed by a light layer of satin.
I turned around and saw the skirt flowing around me as the buttons were done up in the back.
"Oh, Skinner." I said, running my hands across the sweetheart neckline and the little crystals along the top, going down to fade to nothing in the skirt, snaking around to the back.
"Well?" Chantelle asked me hopefully.
I could see it. I could see actually walking down the aisle in this dress. I could see myself becoming Mrs Draco Malfoy in this dress.
I almost started sobbing, eyes wide as I wiped the tears from my eyes. "I love it." I said through the tears.
"You love it!?" Chantelle said happily.
I nodded, beaming and sniffing.
"Can I kick Draco out now?" Chantelle pleaded.
I nodded. "Get him the Skinner out!" I said.
Chantelle nodded and left the room. I opened the door a crack to hide the dress.
"Oi! All grooms, out!" Chantelle said, grabbing Draco by the collar and dragging him out.
I laughed, closing the door as Draco got the boot.
"Ok, Hannah, he's gone and the door is locked, come on out!"
I took a deep breath and hitched the skirt, opening the door and stepping out, my smile almost splitting my face in half as I hummed Wagner's march getting onto the runway.
Everyone gasped at me. Ron fell off his seat, Hermione clapped a hand over her mouth and gasped, my dorm mates squealed. But it was nothing compared to Harry's reaction.
My brother instantly broke down and started crying, Pansy, Rose, Hermione, Sheila, Fireball, Amelia and Monique following him, starting a group hug on the couch.
"I love it!" I said, spinning around in it. "Who the hell picked this out?"
"Potter and your dorm mates!" Pansy sobbed.
I broke down and started crying. "I love it!" I sobbed, throwing my arms around Pansy, both of us sobbing and jumping up and down.
"Oh my God, Harry!" Ron said. "You're acting like a girl!"
Harry hit Ron in the stomach. "Shut up!" Harry and I told him.
"You'll be sobbing, too, when Ginny gets her wedding dress!" Harry growled, standing up and hugging me.
"I love it!" I said for the fifth time. "I feel beautiful, I feel like a bride, I can see myself going down the aisle in this."
"Is this your dress, then?" Chantelle asked.
I nodded. "SKINNER YES, THIS IS MY DRESS!" I said, hugging my brother and crying. "I feel like a princess."
Harry rubbed my back. "Mei-Mei, you are a princess."
…
From being Snow White to being a warrior princess like Merida, I got my dress and was changing into my Quidditch robes as Harry went to get his team.
"All right." I announced when we were all dressed and ready to go. "This is our last chance. This term, we're going to win the Quidditch Cup this term or we're going to die trying."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Again, always the dramatic one." he muttered.
"Malfoy, shut up!" I said. Draco and everyone knew that when I was in my Quidditch robes, you didn't fuck around with me.
I grabbed my broom. "We've practiced for ages and now is our time." I announced before we all smirked, going onto the pitch to meet my brother.
"Captains, shake hands." Madam Hooch ordered.
I stepped forward and grabbed his hand, crushing his in mine.
"Scared, brother?" I asked.
"You wish." Harry grunted as I mounted my broom.
"Hey, Harry!" I shouted.
Harry looked at me, raising his eyebrows.
"Don't fall!" I laughed as the match began.
Harry growled at me before going to look for the Snitch.
I grabbed the Quaffle from Ivy and zoomed to Ron.
I grinned at him and tossed the Quaffle in the air, whacking it with the twig side of my broom and sending it flying past Ron.
"Oh, Hannah scored! Slytherin is up ten to nothing." the voice of Luna Lovegood chimed through the speakers as the Slytherins roared.
"POTTER CAN SCORE ON ANYTHING
CAN PUT IT INTO ANY RING!
THAT'S WHY SLYTHERINS ALL SING
HARLEY IS OUR QUEEN!"
I sighed. That felt good. I hadn't heard that chant in ages.
"ANY SNITCH YET, DRACO!?" I screamed above me.
"None yet!" Draco called down with a smirk as Ron tossed the Quaffle to Ginny.
I whipped around and started after her, Willow grabbing the Quaffle and tossing it to me.
And then, things got weird.
One of the Bludgers was zooming towards me and Blaise had whacked it away.
But it came zooming back to try and knock me off my broom, even when I hadn't had the Quaffle.
"Harry!" I shouted at my brother. "Tell your Beaters to lay off me! I don't even have the Quaffle!"
"We aren't doing it!" Jack Sloper shouted back at me, whacking the messed up Bludger towards Willow.
However, just when Willow threw the Quaffle at me, the Bludger had a boomerang effect, swerving away from Willow and flying towards my face.
I ducked and flew for the hoop, the Bludger close on my tail as I continued to play.
…
Finally, twenty minutes after the Bludger started after me, I got fed up.
"Time out!" I called to Madam Hooch, dodging the Bludger yet again.
Madam Hooch blew her whistle and I called my team over.
"Ok, who the fuck's doing it, this isn't FUNNY!" I hissed, dodging out of the way of the Bludger again with a yell.
"It's not us!" Millicent assured. "I don't know how this is happening."
Sheila stood up from her spot (Which was coincidentally just where we were having the time out.), handing me her binoculars. "Hannah, you might want to see this." she pointed out where I should look, down by the Slytherin part of the pitch.
I brought the binoculars up to my eyes and scanned the Slytherins, who were mostly murmuring about the goings on with the Bludger…well…all but one.
Alvaro was locking eyes with the Bludger, muttering under his breath.
Hermione gasped. "It's Alvaro! He's jinxing the Bludger!" her and I said together as I handed Sheila's binoculars back as Hermione lowered hers.
"Jinxing the Bludger!?" Draco hissed. "When I get my hands on him…" he growled.
"Draco, no." I told him, pulling him back. "Don't do anything." I told the team. "Blaise, Kairi, you play your positions."
"What about you?" Draco asked.
"I'll be fine, I can OUTFLY IT!" I swerved to the side as the Bludger blew past so fast that my hair blew around.
"Leave it to me, until then, Blaise, you're on Bludger duty for the team, Kairi, you watch for that Bludger." Hermione said as I continued to dodge.
I nodded and called to Madam Hooch to resume play.
Draco and I nodded to each other and we flew off in separate directions as I grabbed the Quaffle and flew off towards Ron.
…
Fifteen minutes later, Hermione still haven't gotten Alvaro to stop jinxing my brother as I kept going around the pitch, playing like nothing was going on, despite the fact I almost missed some goals due to me dodging.
"HURRY UP, HERMIONE!" Sheila had screamed when I was hit in the shoulder with the Bludger and knocked off my broom. I clung on with one hand for dear life.
I continued to dodge, watching Hermione run towards Alvaro, knocking plenty of people out of her way as she snuck up behind Alvaro and took out her wand and pointed it on his robe.
"Lacarnum Inflamarae." she thought, sparking flames on Alvaro's robe.
"Fire!" Rose squeaked. "DIAMOND, YOU'RE ON FIRE!"
Alvaro instantly started to stomp out his robe as I clambered back on as Draco flew off after a glint of gold, Harry following just after him.
I gasped. "Go, Draco, go." I whispered as the Bludger took one last swipe at me as both boys in my life dove for it.
The Bludger knocked me in the shoulder and I felt it dislocate.
"Fuck!" I swore. "Skinner, Fanelli and Faksa, damn it!" I swore repeatedly, still watching the boys.
I held my breath as both boys struggled back to their feet.
I bit my lip, not knowing which one of them had caught it.
Harry glowered at Draco, crossing his arms as Draco opened his fist slightly.
In his hand was a struggling golden Snitch. Draco caught it!
"He did it!?" I shouted as I started to dismount.
"Always the tone of surprise with you, love." Draco grinned as I threw my broom aside to wrap him in a one armed hug.
"You never beat my brother!" I told him. "We never win against my brother!"
"I guess that's changed." Draco grinned as the Slytherins roared in triumph. "Did Granger get Diamond to stop?"
I gave an awkward one shoulder shrug. "Not really, he got distracted, but the Bludger did hit me and dislocate my shoulder. Bloody hurts."
Draco growled, looking to Diamond and drawing his wand. "Luckily, I learnt some stuff." he said before muttering an incantation to put my shoulder back in its joint.
I moved it. "Thanks." I smirked.
"Don't mention it." Draco kissed my temple as I cleared my throat.
"PARTY IN THE HEAD'S COMMON ROOM!" Willow screamed.
"Hey!" I turned to look at her. "That was my line!"
"Too bad!" Willow laughed as we all started down to the dungeons to celebrate beating Gryffindor.
"HANNAH!" Harry shouted. "NO SEX!"
"Miss Potter, a moment of your time?" Professor Laventhorpe called behind me.
I sighed. So much for celebrating. "You lot go along, I'll catch up." I told the team and turning around to grab my broom. "Yes, Professor?" I asked.
"First off, I've never gotten around to congratulating you on your engagement." Professor Laventhorpe started with a grin, patting my shoulder.
"Thanks, Professor." I grinned.
"However…aren't you a little…young?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
I creased my eyebrows together. "What are you talking about?" I asked.
"I mean, you're only eighteen, now tell me, who do you know got married young?" Professor Laventhorpe enquired.
"Bill and Fleur Weasley." I said. "Fleur was out of school for three years before her and Bill got married."
"That was the war…" she said, touching my shoulder. "The war is over. You have a chance to wait."
I creased my eyebrows together, stepping back. "I'm sorry, Professor, but I think that waiting is just useless." I said respectfully. "You're more than welcome to attend, but I'm getting married. There's nothing you can do about it."
Professor Laventhorpe nodded. "Of course. I just wanted to make sure you were one hundred percent on this marriage. I only have your best interests at heart."
I nodded. "Thanks, Professor." I said before running down to the dungeons.
…
"Sorry I'm late." I said when I got to the common room. "Laventhorpe was asking me if I was sure about getting married."
"What'd you say?" Draco asked, locking eyes with me.
I grinned. "I told her that I was getting married whether she liked it or not." I laughed. "And that I wasn't going to wait to make Draco Malfoy all mine."
Draco smirked, looking around the common room and tucking something into my back pocket. "I'll be in the shower."
I purred, reaching into my back pocket and pulling out
A condom.
"Draco Lucius!" I giggled. "You heard my brother, no sex."
Draco laughed. "Come on, we just schooled his ass in Quidditch, let's break the rule."
I shuddered, looking around and finding everyone having the time of their lives, whooping, cheering and drinking Butterbeer like there was no tomorrow.
I grinned, grabbing a bottle of Butterbeer and turning to Draco. "Fuck my brother, let's go. We may never get a chance for shower sex again!"
Draco smirked and lead me up to his dorm, ripping my Quidditch cloak off as I locked the door with a flick of my wand before I threw myself at my fiancé, crashing my mouth to his as I untucked his jumper and sliding off his Quidditch cloak.
Draco summoned one of his ties and put it on his dorm door. "There, now we won't be disturbed." he muttered before kissing down my throat and taking my jumper off, throwing it aside as he turned on the faucet of the bathtub as I ripped his sweater off, pushing him in.
And then…the rest I'll leave to your imagination.
…
Draco's face was buried in the crook of my neck as we recovered, panting.
"Much better than staying downstairs." I panted. "And a much better way to congratulate my Seeker on a match well played."
"I figured as much." Draco chuckled. "Breaking the rules is always a little more fun than playing by them, don't you agree?"
I nodded. "Hell yeah." I panted as Draco got out, bringing me with him as I grabbed a towel.
Suddenly the door opened and there stood Rose.
I screamed and hid behind a Draco that was frantically struggling to cover himself.
"ROSE!" I screamed. "DON'T YOU KNOCK!?"
"Hannah, I've seen you naked every day since we were eleven." Rose said laughing. "We share bras."
"My groom to be is naked in here, too!" I hissed.
Rose laughed. "Please, Hannah, I know what a penis looks like. And you'll never have competition for Malfoy. Been there, done that." she rolled her eyes and left as Draco got some pants on.
I grinned at him. "Should we go back downstairs?" I asked.
Draco laughed. "No doubt Yaxley would have told of how Slytherin's Head Girl and Quidditch Captain was shagging the Slytherin Head Boy and the Quidditch Seeker senseless. Let's do it."
I grinned, putting a clean dress on and going downstairs with him.
