Suddenly, it was Sunday and Hermione found herself with only two hours left to get ready to become Draco Malfoy's wife and change her name to Hermione Malfoy. How the rest of the weekend had passed by so quickly she didn't know, but it had and now she was standing in a room Dumbledore had shown her into to allow her any preparations she needed for her wedding.

She almost scoffed out loud, wedding, yeah right. Could anyone really call what was about to happen a wedding? She had nobody to talk to and the only people that would be there besides her and Draco was Dumbledore to bind them together and Professor Snape to witness the ceremony. She always imagined laughing with Ginny when she was getting ready for her wedding, now no female would even be in attendance.

When she found out who would be in attendance, she pleaded with Dumbledore to at least allow Professor McGonagall to be there with her. She felt she needed some sort of female companionship and the Head of Gryffindor House had almost been like a mother to her. If anyone could keep a secret she was sure McGonagall could but Dumbledore wouldn't budge. He was adamant that only the people that already had knowledge of the situation be there.

When Hermione protested exclaiming how it wasn't fair that Draco got to have not only his head of house but godfather as well, Dumbledore just looked at her calmly and asked did she not find his own company support enough. Hermione was torn between feeling guilty at the Headmaster's words and wanting to throw a hex at him. What didn't he understand?

Ever since she was little she dreamed of a wedding with family and friends, with her father walking her down the aisle, and her mother tearfully embracing her. Now she couldn't even let her parents know she was getting married and when she simply asked that she have one person to fill in that position she was denied and made to feel like the bad guy for even asking.

A tear escaped her eye and she hastily wiped it away. She wondered if Draco was feeling as upset about this whole situation as she was. Of course he was. Even if he had always been the git of Slytherin, she knew from what she had seen of him and his mother together that they were close. Obviously he would want her to be at his wedding and to approve of his bride. Neither of which was going to happen.

Hermione used to think he looked up to his father as well and did everything to please him but recalling the few words exchanged between him and Dumbledore on Friday night she was almost positive something had caused his loyalty to his father to break. He had clearly said he no longer wanted to follow in his father's footsteps but what could have happened that caused him to back away from the cold man he used to look up to with so much pride?

Bringing herself back to the present, Hermione looked at her reflection in the vanity mirror she was sitting at. Nothing about her stated that she was pretty, nor did any part of her want to be pretty at that moment. She just wanted to get tonight over with. She was about to give up on trying to do anything to fix herself up when something in the reflection of the mirror caught her eye and she quickly turned around to see if she was being delusional.

Her eyes confirmed she wasn't. There, hanging on a hook behind her, was the most elegant, yet simple wedding gown she had ever seen. She didn't know how she had missed something so beautiful when she had walked in the room and wondered if it had just appeared. It was pure white with lace cap sleeves and a key-hole back. It was completely undecorated except for the waist that was heavily beaded. In the back a chapel train was attatched.

For the first time that day she felt a stir of excitement that caused a small smile to form on her face. Turning back to the vanity she decided she would do something with her hair and she would even add some makeup to her face. She felt silly that something as miniscule as a wedding dress had allowed her the small bit of happiness that she needed to get through the rest of the day but it had. Even if it wasn't a wedding like she had imagined she would be married in a gorgeous dress like she had always wanted.

Picking up her wand, she charmed her hair to resemble how it had been the night of the Yule Ball in her fourth year, making sure a few tendrils fell around her face. Looking at her reflection with her hair up she realized she had dark circles under her eyes from crying and how little sleep she had been getting all weekend. Quickly, she cast a glamour charm and smiled at how much something that simple improved her looks. She decided to go light on the rest of her makeup only adding some mascara with nude eye-shadow, a light blush across her cheeks, and a subtle pink hue to her lips.

Standing up, she nervously made her way to the dress she was just admiring moments before. Seeing it was one thing, putting it on was another. This made it more real than it had seemed all weekend. This was the dress she would be married in, the dress she would become Mrs. Malfoy in, and the dress that Draco would be taking off of her afterwards. A blush that had nothing to do with makeup spread across Hermione's face and she realized her hands were shaking.

Setting her jaw and demanding her mind to not think about what would happen after the wedding she pulled the dress of the hanger and was shocked at the feel. It felt like water caressing her skin. Smiling, despite her nerves, she unbuttoned her shirt and shimmied out of her skirt before slipping the dress on.

Turning to the mirror she gasped at the sight in front of her. The dress looked even better on her than on the hanger, if that was possible. It glided over her skin, clinging to her curves perfectly. She glanced around and saw silver heels sitting on the floor and slowly slipped them on. They made the dress the perfect length as well. Who had thought to get her such a lovely wedding dress and somehow find out her exact measurements?

She heard a chime and glanced at the clock realizing she had thirty minutes to sneak to the headmaster's office. Normally that would be plenty of time but sneaking around in a wedding dress and heels added a disadvantage that Hermione dreaded. What excuse could she make for running around in a wedding gown? Casting a quick disillusionment charm she left the room and nervously made her way to get married.

Hermione arrived outside the stone gargoyle with only five minutes to spare and annoyingly wondered why Dumbledore put her in a room so far away from his office. Catching her breath and checking to make sure nothing was out of place she tried to calm the butterflies that were going crazy in her stomach. Was Draco already in there or would he be late? Would he scoff at her wearing an actual wedding dress? Those questions along with a million others were running through her head and she found herself having to gather every ounce of Gryffindor courage before she made herself utter the password and walk up the stairs.

Hesitating for only a moment at the door, she pushed it open and her eyes met Dumbledore who seemed to be having a deep conversation with the man dressed in an elegant suit in front of him. The man seemed to notice Dumbledore's gaze because he stopped talking and turned towards her and instantly their eyes locked. Hermione felt her breath leave her and worried for a second she might faint.

There standing in front of her in a suit that probably cost more than all of Hermione's clothes put together stood the man that she was about to marry. Their gaze lingered a second longer before Hermione nervously tore her eyes away to look at the floor then back up at Dumbledore. Walking forward, she was aware Draco's eyes never left her, yet she refused to look at him again. The closer she got the harder her heart beat in her chest until she was sure the whole room could hear it.

Finally, she made it to the front of the room and stood nervously beside Draco.

"I see you have made it Ms. Granger. May I say how lovely you look in that dress, it looks almost as if it was made specifically for you, but that would be impossible wouldn't it? That would have taken longer than two days."

Hermione noticed Dumbledore had a twinkle in his eye and wanted to damn him to hell and back, but simply decided to draw her mouth into a thin line.

"Thank you, Headmaster."

Dumbledore looked between the two again before continuing. "Well, now that you are here, if there is nothing else to be said I believe we can start."

Draco looked at her and tugged at his collar before snatching his hand down to his side as if realizing what he was doing. With all his proper upbringing, was it possible he had a tendency to tug at his collar when he was nervous? That was twice she had seen him do that this weekend and the thought that he wasn't absolutely perfect brought a hint of a smile to her face.

She decided to break the silence when it became apparent Draco wasn't going to answer for her. "No there is nothing to say."

Dumbledore smiled down at her. "Very well, now if you two would face each other and hold each other's hands."

Hermione turned towards Draco and noticed as she held her hands out that they were shaking. She was almost glad when his firm grip encased her own, steadying them. She looked up at him shyly and just as quickly looked back down at their entwined hands. There was no backing out now, not that there ever was, but this was it. Divorce was not an option in the wizarding world and even if it was she was sure the fact that they were soul mates voided that anyway.

Dumbledore cleared his throat slightly before looking to the right. "Severus, if you mind?" His hand signaled the professor to move and stand behind the couple.

Once Snape was in his place Dumbledore started with the vows and Hermione felt like she had swallowed a handful of gobstones. She felt her knees weaken slightly and was shocked when Draco squeezed her hands slightly to reassure her. Was it that obvious how nervous she was? Well, at least he was being the gentleman and not the smarmy git she was used to.

"Do you, Draco Lucius Malfoy, take Hermione Jean Granger as your wife, to honor, cherish, and take care of until you both shall die?"

Draco looked down at her with cool gray eyes that hid any sign of nervousness he might be feeling. "I do."

"Do you promise to not only provide for her needs, but to also provide an adequate home and loving environment for children, when they come forth?"

Hermione felt her whole face heat up at the mention of her and Draco having children. Apparently, Draco was just as mortified because he looked at Dumbledore like he had lost his mind before muttering a small, "I do."

Was that vow not part of a normal wizarding wedding? Hermione didn't think she remembered it at Bill and Fleur's wedding but maybe vows could vary. Surely if it was normal though Draco wouldn't look so shocked and perturbed. Shooting him a questioning look she decided to ask him about it later. Her thoughts came to an abrupt halt and her nerves came back when Dumbledore turned towards her.

"Do you, Hermione Jean Granger, take Draco Lucius Malfoy as your husband, to honor, cherish, and take care of until you both shall die?"

Hermione had to swallow a couple of times before she could speak. She was mortified at the squeakiness of her voice. "I do."

"Do you promise not only to be an attentive lover and to stand by his side at all costs, but to provide him with an heir and loving home for any other children when the time comes?"

If Hermione was blushing at the vow Draco had to make, she was borderline transfiguring into a tomato at the vow she had to make. Obviously, Draco being male and of more money than her, would be the one responsible for providing the home, but why did that make her most important duty to apparently pop out babies?

Looking at Draco, she realized he was looking at Dumbledore with an almost murderous look in his eye. Gulping she looked back at their entwined hands, the sight somehow giving her strength, before uttering "I do."

Dumbledore pulled out his wand and started waving it over their hands, muttering an incantation. Hermione watched as gold and silver bands seemed to wind themselves around their hands and arms before she felt a burning sensation that almost hurt and tightened her grip on Draco from the pain. With a burst of light, the bands disappeared and on her left hand appeared a small, plain silver band on her ring finger. She noticed an identical, yet more masculine, band had appeared on Draco's hand above his family ring, as well.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. I wish all the years to come to be filled with love and happiness." Hermione noticed when Dumbledore said love and happiness, Professor Snape shot a look of disgust at the older wizard. She didn't have time to give it any more thought though because the next words from Dumbledore finalized everything. "Draco, you may kiss your bride, Mrs. Malfoy."

Draco peered down at Hermione nervously before letting his face fall towards her and giving her a sweet and gentle kiss on the lips. It wasn't as heated as the other night but it did more for her than any kiss full of passion could have. It cut her fears in half about the night to come. If he was this gentle when kissing, surely he wouldn't be rough tonight.

"Now, Mrs. Malfoy, I'm sure you remember the room I allowed you to use to get ready in?"

Hermione almost looked around the room for Draco's mother before realizing that she was Mrs. Malfoy now and numbly nodded her head.

"Then you will have no problem showing Mr. Malfoy to it. I believe you will notice a few changes have been made since it was used earlier. While this is kept a secret, you two will stay in your house dorms for the most part, but you will also have your own rooms as a married couple as well. Enjoy."

Mortified at the implications, Hermione felt one of Draco's hands leave hers and put on her back to steer her towards the door. It seemed he had thought she had lost the ability to move and she grudgingly admitted he was right. They were walking towards the place where she would lose her virginity to someone for all purposes she barely even knew.

When they stepped out into the hallway, she was about to berate Draco for not already casting a disillusionment charm when he interrupted her, seemingly reading her thoughts.

"Supper is about to start. That is why Dumbledore chose this time. If we stick to the shadows we should be fine. Now, which way to our rooms?"

Hermione once again blushed at him asking where there rooms were and wondered if after tonight she would permanently look as if she had sunburn. Pointing to their left, they started walking and Hermione oddly felt a sense of disappointment when she felt Draco's hand leave her own.

With everyone in the Great Hall, it didn't take nearly as long to get back to the room that she had gotten ready in. She was shocked to see a painting had been hung and it was requesting a password. She looked at Draco confused.

"This wasn't here last time I used it? I was not aware a password would be needed."

Draco didn't respond to her but instead answered the painting. "Anima Coeunt." The painting smiled at him and swung open revealing a large sitting room.

So the password was Latin for "soul mate." It made sense but how had Draco known the password and she hadn't? Maybe that was what he and Dumbledore were discussing before she came in. Her thoughts were once again cut short when she noticed the other door across the room that could only lead to one thing. Any observation of the room she was standing in was lost.

She looked up at Draco and noticed his eyes were focused on the door as well. She was glad he looked a little less nervous than she did. Maybe they could just do it and get it over with. It couldn't be too bad. Everyone did it, maybe she was making too big of a deal about it. Most people didn't care who they lost their virginity to anymore as long as they lost it.

Her nerves made her dismiss the thought that she could just act like she didn't care when she felt Draco grab her hand and pull her towards the door.

"Draco, I-"

"Hermione, trust me." His eyes looked at her pleadingly and she almost laughed at the irony of the whole situation. Here was the guy who had done nothing but torment her their whole time at school asking her to trust him to take her into a bedroom to take her virginity.

She decided she didn't have much of a choice though and she would rather not anger him so she nodded her head allowing him to open the door and pull her inside shutting it behind them. Her breathing got shallower when she saw the large king sized bed in front of them. She couldn't do this. She wasn't ready. Maybe he could just drug her.

She jumped when she felt his hand on the side of her neck and looked up to see his face just inches from her own. "Breath."

With that he leaned down and pressed light kisses to her jaw, trailing down beside her ear, then to her neck. She let out a gasp at the sensations she got from him simply kissing her. Her mind was fighting against her body, screaming that this was Malfoy, she should not be enjoying anything he was doing to her while her body was screaming to just enjoy what he was doing. She was his wife and if what he was doing felt good she might as well enjoy it. Her body won.

She sighed and shakily ran her hands through his hair. Her body may have won the argument with her head but it didn't mean her nerves went away. She whimpered when she felt his lips pull away from her neck, but was pleasantly surprised when he kissed her lips instead.

This kiss was like a combination of the other two they had shared. It was gentle and passionate all at the same time and she found herself kissing him back just as passionately. Within a few seconds she felt his tongue ghost across her lips asking permission to enter her mouth and she happily allowed him entrance.

She sighed at the taste of his tongue on hers. He tasted like spearmint and chocolate, two of Hermione's favorite flavors. She noticed his breathing had picked up as well and was mildly shocked when she felt his hands trail down her sides and then slide around her back.

Smoothly, he broke their kiss and turned her around placing kisses on the back of her neck that made Hermione feel as if she would melt on the spot. She felt his hands slide down her back and wondered what he was doing until she heard the zipper on her gown being unzipped and suddenly all the panic she had before came back. She wanted to say something but found she had lost all use of her voice and started shaking again.

His hands went back up to her shoulders where the sleeves to her gown were waiting to be pushed off. She started trembling even more before she felt him pause. "Hermione, this is your first time isn't it?"

His voice shocked her and all she could do was nod yes. She heard him sigh and felt a pang shoot through her. Of course, he would rather her have experience. Now he would have to deal with someone who had no idea what they were doing.

"Hermione, just trust me. I promise not to hurt you." His words shocked her but before she could reply she felt his lips descend onto the back of her neck again as he slowly pushed the sleeves of her dress down leaving her standing in nothing but panties.

His hands wrapped back around her waist and her eyes widened as she saw his hands coming closer to her breasts. Before she could panic and slap him away, one hand enclosed over a breast while the other played with her nipple. Sensations that she never imagined shot through her body at his caresses while she leaned back into him for support. She let out a squeal as he picked her up bridal style and gently laid her on the bed.

"Draco," Hermione murmured as he kissed her collarbone slowly going closer to her chest.

"Hm?"

"I'm sorry I've never done this before and am so nervous. I know I probably won't be any good and you've had tons of girls who-"

"Hermione, it doesn't bother me. Besides, I wouldn't call who I've been with "girls", whores would be a more fitting term, but can we not talk about that right now?"

As he finished talking his mouth enclosed around one of her nipples causing her to sharply inhale. Sweet Merlin, how could Draco Malfoy be the one causing her this much pleasure. If this is what he could do just from kissing her body what else could he do?

She wouldn't have long to wait to figure out what all he could do because at that moment he started kissing his way down her stomach slowly. When he reached her panties he looked up at her and waited until she nodded her head before hooking his thumbs onto the sides and pulling them off.

Hermione watched as his eyes went up and down her body and he let out a shallow breath. It took all she could do not to cover herself up, she had never been this exposed to anyone before and she wasn't particularly comfortable with it. She finally caved and went to move her hand over her lower half when Draco caught her wrist.

"Don't. You have nothing to hide." He looked her in the eye and there was no mistaking the lust they held in them. It caused Hermione to shudder but she let her hand fall back to her side.

She let her eyes flutter shut as she felt him kiss her hips and was just becoming relaxed when she felt his fingers brush across her most private place. Her eyes widened and she was about to sit up to stop him when his finger brushed across a very sensitive area and going limp against the mattress she allowed a groan to leave her throat.

He steadily picked up the pace and she could feel a wetness growing between her legs as she gripped the sheets and bit her lip trying to keep anymore noises to escape unsuccessfully. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore she felt him slip a finger in her and a shocked "Draco" slipped past her lips at the feel of just his finger stretching her stung.

"Sh, it'll get better, I promise."

She didn't know if the thought comforted her or not. Did he just go around deflowering girls on a regular basis?

"Have you, you know, ever been with a girl that's a virgin before?" she managed to get out before pleasure started to override how uncomfortable she felt.

"No, I haven't." He slowly slipped a second finger in and Hermione bit her lip. That definitely hurt worse than just one finger. If this was how it felt with just his fingers, what would it feel like when he actually entered her? She didn't want to think about it.

"Oh."

"Hermione, calm down, you are starting to panic again." She winced as she felt him moving within her trying to stretch her some more.

"I'm sorry, it just hurts."

"Do you want to just get it over with where we can move past the pain?" He stopped what he was doing to look at her.

She was shocked at what he was asking her. Just get it over with? She could agree with him, though, that the pain was causing her to panic again about what was to come and it would only be worse if she was scared. Realizing he was probably just looking out for her with that question she nodded her head yes and had to remind herself to breathe as he started unbuttoning his shirt.

It completely left her mind that she should have probably been taking his clothes off as well seeing as she was completely naked, for the life of her she couldn't remember when her heels came off, and he still had everything on. Seeming to sense her fear he leaned down and kissed her as he slipped his shirt off before sitting on the edge of the bed to remove his shoes.

She looked at him as he was busy undoing the laces on his dress shoes. She was shocked to find his body was sculpted and she found she wanted to run her hands over his chest. Averting her eyes she scolded herself. This was Draco Malfoy she was thinking about. Yes, and you are Hermione Malfoy, something in the back of her mind voiced.

When he had gotten his shoes off and moved his hands to his belt Hermione had to look away. She didn't look back over at him until she heard his pants hit the floor and the bed sink with his weight as he crawled over to her. He kissed her lightly then moved his mouth to her ear, sucking on it gently as his knee nudged her thighs apart.

She jerked when she felt something hard brush against her inner thigh. He pulled his mouth away from her ear and looked down at her, meeting her petrified gaze.

"Hermione, look at me. It will be over soon enough."

She looked at him and gave a barely perceptible nod of her head. He kissed her again before grabbing her hand while his other hand lined him up at her entrance.

"Squeeze my hand, it's ok, I'll be slow."

She didn't have time to respond because the next moment she felt him pushing in her entrance and the most horrible, burning sensation spread through her as he stretched her. She was glad he gave her permission to squeeze his hand because that was exactly what she did. His gaze never left hers and she quickly wondered how a moment so intimate could still somehow feel special with someone you were supposed to hate.

"Ready?"

She looked at him like he was crazy. "You mean it's not over?"

"I'm barely even in."

"Oh. Go on then."

"Are you sure?" The look on his face was filled with more worry and concern than she had ever seen appear on his face and at that moment she was glad it was him she was sharing this with. She didn't know what was making him act like he was but she would gladly take it.

"Yes, please, just hurry."

He nodded his head and pulled his hips back slightly before giving a solid thrust into her. Hermione tried not to make a noise, but couldn't hold back the strangled cry that escaped her mouth. She bit into his shoulder not caring at the moment if she was hurting him or not as pain spread throughout her. She waited until it eased off into a small throbbing.

Laying her head back on the pillow she looked at him and nodded giving him permission to move. He started off slowly, allowing her to get used to the feel of him moving in her, before starting to pick up the speed. It still hurt, but nothing like the beginning. As he rested his forehead on the pillow beside her face she thought she could see that this could eventually feel good.

Through the pain that was left she was starting to feel small jolts of pleasure and found herself raising her hips slightly to meet his thrusts as he grunted in her ear. When his hand moved between them to rub the nub rested between her thighs all sense of pain left her mind and with a strangled cry she wrapped her arms around his back forgetting any modesty she had held onto the whole night.

Soon, she felt her abdomen tighten and a fire start to burn in her that had nothing to do with pain. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, Draco picked up the pace some more and that was it. She clung to him screaming his name as she felt like she was falling off the Earth.

She vaguely felt his body go rigid before hearing him say her name as well as she felt him finish inside of her. As he rolled to the side of her she felt a vague sense of emptiness until she felt his arms wrap around her pulling her close. Maybe this marriage wouldn't be so bad after all. She heard his breathing deepen as she lazily looked around the room for the first time.

Her eyes quickly landed on a picture that was of them at the wedding ceremony. It showed them shyly looking into each other's eyes before they kissed sealing the binding between them. She wondered how it had gotten there and who took it but exhaustion quickly took over and she yawned allowing her eyes to shut, falling asleep almost immediately.

A/N: So there it is! Hope you like it! I was going to put a scene with Draco after the wedding night but after seeing how long this chapter had gotten decided to wait so expect the next chapter to be pretty much all Draco for those of you disappointed you didn't get to see his view in this.

Also, the wedding dress Hermione wore is an actual wedding dress that I went and searched for until I found the perfect dress for her. If you would like a link, please be nice and review and in the next chapter I will link the picture ) Can't wait to hear what you all think about this chapter!