Chapter 13

T'was the Night Before Marriage

The next evening saw Draco and I scrambling to get ready for Ivy and Blaise's wedding rehearsal.

"You said your maid of honour dress was at Duff's?" Draco called as he struggled to get his dress suit on. (and not his suit for the wedding).

"Yes, Draco!" I shouted as I slipped on my red cocktail dress (to appease Ivy for that day.) and styled my hair. "Is your tux at Blaise's?" I asked.

"Yes, Hannah!" Draco called back, coming in to get his hair gel, his tie askew.

"Here, Draco." I said, turning to him and retying it for him.

"Thanks." Draco said as I turned to grab my purse. Draco zipped my dress up.

"Thanks a load." I said in return, applying lipstick. "Should I have my hair up or down?" I asked.

"Down of course." Draco said, stroking my hair.

I grinned and using my telekinesis to get my stilettos, dabbing on perfume and turning around. "Well?" I asked after I slipped my high heels on. "How do I look?"

"Despite being in Gryffindor colours, flawless." Draco smirked, kissing my temple.

"Draco, come on, I promised Ivy I would! It's the one thing she wanted me to do before she got married." I explained.

"Oh, fine." Draco huffed. "WE'LL SEE YOU IN CHURCH, POTTER!" he shouted before grabbing my arm and taking me outside, Apparating to Ivy and Blaise's childhood church.

When we got there, Blaise and Ivy were already there, Ivy wearing a short white party dress and Blaise wearing the same as Draco.

"Hey!" I said, hugging Ivy.

"Hi, Han!" Ivy squeezed me around the middle. "Wow, you look great! You should have been in Gryffindor if red looks this good on you."

Draco cast Ivy a scathing look.

"Although green does you justice, too."

"And so does white." Draco added with a laugh. "Seriously, when do I get to see your wedding dress, Hannah?"

"When I walk down the aisle." I told him with a sigh. "Anyways, this isn't our day, this will be Blaise and Ivy's day."

"Thank you, Hannah!" Blaise said, hugging me.

"So, where'd everyone else go?" I asked.

"Right here!" Hermione and Ron said together, Sheila, Blake, Ginny, Harry, Goyle, Luna, Jamie Vain and Crabbe behind them.

"Hey!" I said, hugging each of them in turn.

"Ok, ok!" Ivy announced, everyone shutting up. "We decided that Blaise will be with his groomsmen at the altar, which means Malfoy, Blake, Crabbe, Goyle, Ron and Harry will be going with Blaise after dinner at the Weasleys tonight. So Han, Mione, Gin, Sheila, Luna and Jamie will be coming with me. We'll be the ones going down the aisle."

I nodded.

"So the order will be pretty straightforward." Ivy said. "Blaise will have Malfoy, Blake, Crabbe, Goyle, Ron and Harry standing in that order. So Hannah, Sheila, Jamie, Luna, Mione and Gin will be in that order, obviously Hannah right after me. So we should start with getting in position, so Blaise, you and your friends go inside."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Someone's a bridezilla." we muttered together before Draco went inside after Blaise.

"Ok, you know the order. I'm in the back, then Hannah, then Sheila, then Jamie, then Luna, then Hermione then Ginny. Let's get in that order." Ivy instructed.

I smirked, standing in front of Ivy and behind Sheila.

"She's getting really bossy." Sheila told me.

"I know." I mouthed.

"I heard that!" Ivy shouted before clearing her throat. "Are we good, Blaise?!" she called into the church.

"Yes, Ivy, we're solid!" Blaise shouted back. "And don't run your bridesmaids ragged!"

"THANKS BLAISE!" I screamed, Ivy smacking me in the shoulder.

"Ginny, get going!" Ivy called to her. "Please." she added at the scathing look I gave her.

Ginny nodded and started going inside as I chilled in the snow.

I sneezed, wiping my nose quickly.

"Han, please don't have Malfoy being an asshole pervert tomorrow." Ivy pleaded.

"I won't." I said. "Draco will be a classy gentleman."

"Thanks a load." Ivy grinned, tapping my side signalling me to go.

"Good, I'm freezing." I said, half running inside.

"It's cold out there!" I told everyone, evoking laughs.

"Han, don't you fucking dare say that tomorrow!" Ivy shouted as I walked down the red carpeted aisle, taking in the stained glass.

"Ivy, we're in the Lord's crib!" I shouted behind me. "Watch your language!"

"Whatever, Hannah!" Ivy shouted back to me.

"Draco, I'm taking your cloak tonight." I told Draco, who laughed.

"Alright, Han." Draco grinned as I settled next to Sheila.

"Ok, then the congregation rises and Ivy enters." Blaise and Ivy's childhood pastor explained.

"IVY!" I shouted. "GET YOUR BACKSIDE IN HERE!"

Everyone burst out laughing as Ivy stood at the door.

"Han, you're evil!" she mouthed as she walked down the aisle with her dad.

Draco and I smirked. "I'm engaged to a Malfoy, what d'you want?" I asked.

Ivy rolled her eyes.

"Hey, I'm not as low as to screw your wedding up, but I'm getting all the humour in today." I said before shutting up, letting their pastor start a brief (although the next day was going to be far from otherwise) run-through of the ceremony.

Once the rehearsal was done, Draco and I Apparated to the Burrow for the rehearsal dinner.

"Hi, Mrs Weasley!" I said, hugging Molly tightly.

"Hannah, dear, skin and bones as always!" Molly said, letting go of me. "Draco, don't you feed this woman!?"

I laughed. "Fair warning, Mrs Weasley is a tad…motherly."

Draco cast me a look. "Thanks for the tip, love."

"Mrs Weasley, Draco feeds me, I'm just naturally skinny."

Draco laughed. "Wait till we have kids." he muttered.

"Draco!" I hissed, smacking him. "Not in front of Mrs Weasley!"

"Oh, never mind, never mind." Mrs Weasley said, ushering us in. "Come in, you two."

I grinned, pulling Draco into the dining room. "Hey!" I shouted to the room at large. "I'M HERE!"

Fred and George Weasley shot up. "HANNNAH!"

I grinned as the Weasley twins squished me from both sides.

"We heard about you marrying the ferret over there." George told me.

"We'd better be invited. We're a riot at weddings!" Fred added laughing.

"You were only ever at one, and that was Bill and Fleur's." I told the twins.

"And didn't the Ministry fall while you were celebrating?" Draco asked.

"No, you warned me that the Death Eaters were coming when we were at the wedding." I told them.

"That was you!?" Mr Weasley asked as he came down. "You warned Hannah?"

"Of course." Draco said. "Naturally, I'd rather she didn't die."

I grinned, kissing Draco's cheek as Bill and Fleur Weasley came down from upstairs.

"Hi, Bill! Hi, Fleur!" I said.

"Hey." Bill said.

"'Annah…it 'as been too long!" Fleur said, hugging me gently with a glow in her face.

"We heard about your engagement." Bill said solemnly. "Aren't you two a little young?" he asked me.

"You were young." I pointed out.

"Twenty is fine. Eighteen isn't." Bill pointed out.

I sighed.

"William Arthur Weasley!" Mrs Weasley scolded. "This is Hannah's choice and frankly, we were wondering when Draco would build the nerve."

"Thanks." I said as Draco wrapped an arm around me and kissed my temple as Ivy, her dad and her grandmother arrived.

"Hello, Ivy!" Mrs Weasley said, hugging her.

"Good evening, Mrs Weasley!" Ivy said, sitting down as the doorbell rang.

"I got it!" Ron shouted, jumping down and running to answer the door. "OI! THE ZABINIS ARE HERE!"

"SEND THEM IN, RONALD!" Mrs Weasley shouted.

Ron came back with Blaise, a beautiful Italian witch with a slim nose and wavy dark hair, a handsome Italian man and an adorable little Italian girl wearing a deep green cardigan and matching dress.

"Hello, all." Blaise said. "This is my mother, Camilla; my fourteenth stepfather, Arturo; and my little sister Cadenza."

"Hi." little Cadenza waved to me.

"Mother, Arturo, Cadence, this is Ivy." Blaise wrapped an arm around Ivy.

"Pleasure." Camilla said, shaking Ivy's hand.

"Good evening, Mrs Zabini." Ivy greeted.

"This is my father, Daniel and my grandma, Janelle." Ivy introduced.

"Pleasure." Mr Duff said, shaking hands with Arturo and Camilla.

"Oh, and, Arturo this is my best man, Draco." Blaise introduced Draco.

"Oh, Draco, you've grown so much!" Camilla said, pinching Draco's cheek.

"Good evening, Mrs Zabini." Draco laughed, rubbing his face.

"And who's this?" Camilla said looking at my scar.

"Hannah." Blaise said. "Draco's fiancée and Ivy's maid of honour."

"Oh, so you're the Girl Who Lived." Camilla said, shaking my hand. "I apologize for my ex-husband's behaviour during the war. I assure you he's safe in Azkaban."

"Pleasure." I said, shaking hands with her and Arturo, inwardly sighing in relief that Blaise's stepfather wasn't the stepfather that tried to rape me.

"Mummy, is she a princess?" Cadenza asked, pointing to Ivy.

Camilla gave her daughter a look. "What are you talking about?"

"She's beautiful!" Cadenza announced.

"Awe!" Ivy and I cooed together. "She's adorable!"

Blaise smirked and picked up his sister and sat her with him as Mrs Weasley set dinner on the table.

Ivy and I helped clear the table after dinner as Mrs Zabini talked to Ivy's grandmother and Mr Duff with her husband and Blaise played with his little sister.

"To think, this time tomorrow you're probably gonna be smashing cake in his face." I laughed, ruffling Ivy's hair.

"Shut up." Ivy said as she washed the dishes.

"Are we nervous?" I asked her with a grin.

"A bit." Ivy replied with a laugh.

"What of?" I asked her, giving her a playful shove. "Blaise loves you. You love him. Your dad and him get along."

"I know. I'm nervous of you and Malfoy fucking everything up." Ivy muttered.

"Ivy, tomorrow's your day. If Draco wants to sleep on the couch tomorrow night, he'll be an ass. If he likes his bed, he'll be a classy gentleman. I'm your best friend. I'm gonna give you some advice." I told her, patting her shoulder. "You love Blaise, right?" I asked.

"Of course!" Ivy replied.

"You don't want anyone else, right?" I asked.

"No." Ivy replied again.

"Then you're doing the right thing. Just take what's in front of you and don't look back. You taught me that." I said, patting her shoulder.

"When'd I do that?" Ivy asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"In second year when you went bitch and had Pansy ask Draco out." I laughed.

"Hannah, I said I was sorry!" Ivy said.

"You still tried to keep us apart." I continued to laugh, hugging my best friend. "Now you get an Italian, and I get a Malfoy. We both live happily ever after. Provided, Ivy, your first daughter better be named after me." I ordered.

"Sure, I'll name my first daughter Bitch Slut Zabini." Ivy joked.

I gaped and hit her. "You're a bitch! You know that when I lost my v-card that it was an evil plot!" I said.

"Han, I was kidding." Ivy laughed as I put the dishes away with a thought (Telekinesis…I loved it!).

"OK!" Ivy shouted. "Sheila, Luna, Ginny, Hermione, Jamie, let's go get the girls!"

"Alright, Drake, Potter, Weasley let's get Crabbe, Goyle and Blake." Blaise told Draco as he elbowed him in the shoulder.

"Behave you girls, and keep Hannah and Ivy away from the stripper!" Harry teased.

"Harry, Draco is the only man I'll ever want." I said for the thousandth time before throwing my arms around Draco's neck. "You stay away from the strip club!" I told him.

"Of course we will, love." Draco assured me. "Besides, we need to keep Blaise sober. You girls behave." Draco kissed my forehead. "I'll see you at the altar, love."

"I'll be the one in silver." I joked.

"I'll be the one in red." Ivy laughed. "As will all but one of my bridesmaids will be."

"Behave." Blaise told her.

"I will, Blaise." Ivy said. "LET'S ROLL!" Ivy shouted.

I had gotten Draco to pay for a party bus to take Ivy, Sheila, Hermione, Ginny, Jamie, Drosie, O'Neil Lavender Brown, the Patil twins, Pansy, Rose, Monique, Millicent, the Greengrasses, Lexi, Traci Davies and Luna to the bachelorette party.

By then we were all drinking, downing Firewhiskey, Butterbeer, and shots as we went along.

"Who'd have thought that you'd be the first to get married?" Drosie asked laughing. "I always thought Potter'd walk down the aisle first."

I laughed, getting tipsy. "Drosie, Drosie, Drosie, I am walking down the aisle before Ivy. I'm the maid of honour. Maid of honour before the bride!" I giggled.

Everyone burst out laughing. "We have Sobriety Draughts, right?" Ivy asked.

I nodded, holding them all up.

"Ok, good!" Ivy laughed. "That's the last thing we need. Me being drunk on my wedding day."

"You'll be drunk when you lose your virginity, though!" Jamie laughed. "We'll make sure of it!"

Drosie snorted and we all laughed and turned up the music, standing up and dancing until I fell on my backside.

"Ha! Han, you're a klutz!" Drosie laughed.

"Piss off!" I said, getting up and sitting down.

Suddenly, I had a vision:

"How did you not GUARD the Chamber of Secrets!?" Lucius Malfoy hissed.

"I'm sorry, Lucius," a masked figure murmured. "the Potter girl is good."

"She won't be for long!" Lucius hissed, pacing around Azkaban. "I want her dead! I want her here, and I want her to die while my son watches!"

"They will fight, Lucius." the person next to Lucius, a tall, strapping forty year old man with lightening blond hair and ice blue eyes. "She herself is a descendant of Morgan le Fay. The Malfoy boy has an Earth affinity." the man explained. "First, we find their Achilles' heel. What is your son's fatal weakness?"

"The soft quivering underbelly beneath the armour…is the girl." Malfoy smirked. "We get to her, we're in business. But the girl is strong."

"We have to find her weakness before we go after her." the figure murmured.

"Genius!" the man shouted. "Brilliant!"

"There's a problem, Cronus." Lucius chided. "The girl doesn't show a visible weakness!"

"Correction!" the man called Cronus shouted. "The Dark Lord discovered one fatal flaw with both Harry and Hannah Potter…they have a weakness for heroics."

"But their friends won't fall for another kidnapping. They were trained by the girl!" Lucius growled. "Damned Harley Quinn slut!"

"Correction. We play Draco's and Hannah's weaknesses to their advantage. Lure Draco by saying we have his beloved fiancée and hence lure Hannah."

I jolted back to reality, my scar flashing with pain. Draco was in trouble!

"Han!" Ivysaid, touching my arm. "You ok?"

I nodded. "Yeah." I lied. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just fell asleep."

"Good, we're here." Sheila said, picking me up from my seat.

"You girls go on ahead." Ivy said, taking my shoulder. "Han and me will catch up."

The girls shrugged and went into the club we were having Ivy's party in.

"Who's Cronus?" Ivy asked me when they were gone.

I shrugged. "Cronus is Zeus's father in Greek mythology. He ate all his children but Zeus and Zeus wound up dethroning him." I explained.

"Han, don't get fucking cute with me." Ivy said. "I know you had a vision and I'm certain you were having one. Who's Cronus?"

I shrugged. "I don't know." I admitted. "I never saw him before in my life. I saw the hair before, and I think I've seen the eyes before. But I've never heard the name before. Well, aside from my Greek mythology books."

"Ha ha, Hannah, very funny." Ivy said sarcastically. "This is serious. Are you sure you're ok and that you don't want me to Apparate you to my room?"

"Ivy, this is your last night before you become a married woman. I'm not missing it for the world." I said. "I'll be fine. My scar doesn't hurt anymore, I'm fine."

"Your scar hurt!?" Ivy asked.

"Brief flash of pain, but I'll be fine. This is your night and I'm not going to be the one to fuck it up." I told her.

"Alright, if you're sure." Ivy said, getting off the bus with me in tow.

"Besides, fucking up your night is Drosie's job." I joked with a smirk as we walked into the club.

Ivy and I burst out laughing, clutching each other.

"We're so mean!" we said together, going in to find the girls having the time of their lives.

"About time you two showed up!" Ginny said, handing me and Ivy shots of gin and it.

Ivy and I smirked and took the shots, downing them. "Hey, guys! Shot contest!"

The girls swarmed over and nodded for rounds of shots (thank god my fiancé was loaded!).

We were all smashed by the time final call ended and we were headed to Godric's Hollow.

We were all dancing on the bus, laughing and doing stupider things than what we did doing Ivy's bridal shower.

"Ok, Han, Han, Han, Han Solo!" Sheila giggled. "I just figured that out! We can call you Han Solo!"

I laughed, falling on my butt and giggling. "I'm not a guy and I'm not fake!" I said, more slurred than I had ever sounded in my life.

"Wow, drunk Han equals stupid Han!" Lavender giggled.

"It's the overabundance of Nargles in breweries, Muggle or wizard." Luna said, sounding drunk as well. "They make the part of alcohol that makes people stupid." then Luna giggled. "At least that's what Daddy told me!"

We all giggled with her, starting a major group hug of drunken proportions.

"Ok! OK!" I shouted, grabbing a flute of wine. "I propose a toast to Ivy. The first one of all of us that will be getting married!"

"Here here!" Everyone shouted as we downed another glass.

When we got back to Ivy's place, it took all I had to remember the Sobriety Draught and Ivy and Blaise's wedding bands.

I walked in and handed out Draughts and popped the wedding bands in my pocket, downing my portion and feeling my head instantly clearing after I drank it.

"Much better." I said, tossing the bottle I drank from as everyone went upstairs to Ivy's room.

It was the same as when I slept in it the night before my first ever day at Hogwarts. The walls, the duvet, everything was blue with the symbol with the Puddlemere United Quidditch team.

"The last night in my room." Ivy announced, laying in her bed as the girls claimed cots.

"Remember the night before Hogwarts?" I asked Ivy.

"Oh, yeah, when you wouldn't shut up about Malfoy?" Ivy asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Alright, I have something written for tonight!"

Everyone shut up and listened.

"Whatever you do, Ivy, don't snore or you'll fuck up your marriage!"

The girls burst out laughing and Ivy smacked me senseless. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, HANNAH! I DON'T SNORE!"

I rolled my eyes as everyone crawled into bed. "You know I love you." I said as the lights went out.

"Love you, too." Ivy said, grinning. "Bitch."

"Fuck you too!" I said before rolling over. "Night, Miss Duff." I said, determined to be the last to call her that.

Ivy laughed. "Night, Miss Potter." she muttered before we both fell asleep.