I have a math exam tomorrow and it's midnight :(
"Hey, Granger?"
"Yes?"
"You're killing me."
"Shut up. I'm barely touching you."
It was the beginning of a long night. Malfoy had shown up at her doorstep a half-hour early to help her get to the wedding. All the magic in the world couldn't have made the cast disappear, but it could make the cast a little bit more manageable. Not that much really.
Malfoy had found it amusing that the Weaselette had chosen green as her maid of honor's dress color, as the outspoken Gryffindor was very traditional. Tradition was red. Hermione kept insisting that the dress wasn't green, but instead a lovely turquoise. He couldn't see it.
Against all odds, Hermione Granger had made it to the wedding. Many wanted Ginny to replace the maid of honor, while other wanted the date delayed. Even Molly advised against Hermione attending the wedding in such a dire state.
Ugh, Wizards. So delicate. Break a bone and suddenly you were an invalid. In the muggle world, Hermione wouldn't have even gotten a day off work. Thankfully she worked in the Wizarding world, And was able to spend her time between the accident and the wedding laying in bed and eating the chocolates she had received from well-wishers. Charmed chocolates of course. Nobody wanted Hermione Granger to gain weight. Body weight. The cast didn't count.
"Hurry up Granger, it'll take us FOREVER to get through the Weasley crowd once the distant relatives start really do breed like rodents don't they?" Malfoy felt an elbow in his side.
"Cut it out. Tonight needs to go as smoothly as possible, and that's not going to happen if you bad mouth the Weasley's. Especially if Rita Skeeter shows up."
"Alright, let's go."
And they disapperated to the Burrow.
Ginny and Harry had wanted a quiet ceremony Nd reception, but who were they kidding? This was the wedding of the century, the wedding of the Boy Who Lived.
The magically expanded tent that was used for Fleur and Charlie's wedding was being repurposed, but that didn't confiscate the event of its glamor.
Hundreds of witches and wizards, each with a drink in their hand, we're scattered everywhere, making small talk, and laughing at old anecdotes of the young couple.
"Malfoy slow down!" Hermione was struggling to keep up with him. "It's so crowded!"
"What'd I tell you?" Malfoy slowed down, but a laughing smirk played across his face.
"Oh stop. Get me to the stage, I need to announce for everybody to sit!" Hermione grabbed on to Malfoy's hand, and he led her to the end of the room with the stage and microphone swiftly.
Pulling out his wand, Malfoy transfigured a napkin into a chair. He motioned for Hermione to sit. Hermione looked offended.
"What do you think I am, a disabled person? It's just an announcement. Thank though."
Malfoy could care less. With a wave of his wand, the chair went back to being a napkin. Hermione 'Accio'd' the microphone, "Good afternoon witches and wizards. Family, friends, and press." the audience let out a slight murmur of chuckles.
"Today we celebrate the love of my two friends, Ginny and Harry. I would like to request you all to take a seat, as the ceremony to bind the two is about to start. Thank you."
The audience began to bustle, heading for their seats. Malfoy held out an arm to Hermione, and they too made their way to the seats in the front. Hermione has gotten Fleur to stand by Ginny to help with the dress, and Teddy to hold up both the rings instead of the best man and maid of honor to hold their respective rings.
The bridal music began to play. Harry, at the altar, looked ridiculously happy with himself. Ginny, now making her way down the aisle, looked just as radiant. It was a beautiful ceremony.