Draco blankly stared as Hermione bent over to quickly kiss Ron on the cheek. When she straightened up to finally look his way, he saw how she froze ever-so-slightly.

Schooling his features, Draco offered his hand to her. "Pleasure to meet you. 'Mione, is it?" he asked with a quirked brow.

Relaxing her shoulders slightly, Hermione took his hand and gave it a gentle shake. "Hermione, actually. Ron just likes to use that nickname so much that I think he's forgotten my actual name," she said with a nervous titter.

Ron blushed slightly and scratched the back of his head. "I didn't forget, I'm just not used to using it."

"Well, why don't we start planning this wedding?" he said with a wide, fake smile. He rounded his desk and sat down, placing his notebook in front of him.

"What date were you thinking?" he asked.

"January seventeenth," Ron responded automatically.

"Ah, so a winter wedding," Draco commented as he wrote down the information. "Do you have a location in mind for a venue?"

"We were hoping you'd be able to help with that," Hermione said, biting her lip and looking at him nervously.

Draco gave a nod and said, "I have a few places that I like to use in the winter time. I'll give you both brochures to go over, and we can make arrangements to visit them. It's a little more than seven months until the date you want, so we'll need to pick a place soon and start working on your Save-the-Date announcements. Which I have right here," he pointed to a soft-blue binder, "with samples for you to choose from."

Nearly an hour later, the couple had picked out their Save-the-Date announcements, wedding invitations, and wedding colors: ivory, light blue, and dark blue.

When Ron stepped out to answer his cell phone, Hermione and Draco sat in silence while he arranged the binder that he created for them while taking notes on his laptop to send to them.

"Draco, I—" Hermione started.

"Does your fiancé know you like to flirt and dance with other men at the park? Or was I just a special case?" he asked, finally looking her in the eye.

Her cheeks reddened, whether from embarrassment or anger, he wasn't sure. Draco shook his head and went back to his work.

"For your information—" she said in a harsh whisper.

So anger it was, he thought to himself.

"—I wasn't flirting with you. I was being friendly. And you're the one who asked me to dance."

"You could have said no. Or that you had a fiancé, and it would be inappropriate," he stated. She went to open her mouth but he waved her off. "It's fine. I guess I just got my signals crossed. It won't happen again."

"Good," she said with a nod of finality.

Ron entered the room again, ignorant of the tension that filled the space. "Hey, 'Moine? We need to head out. George needs my assistance at the shop." He looked up at Draco and extended his hand. "It was great meeting you."

Draco stood and shook the man's hand. "Same to you. Email me the venues you want to visit and either I or my colleague, Blaise, will take you to check them out."

Hermione stood and gave Draco a curt nod. "We'll be sure to do so. Come on, Ron, let's get you to the shop while I look at these brochures."

Once they were gone, Draco sat down in his chair with a huff, running both hands through his hair as he hung his head and groaned.

"Tough meeting?" Blaise asked.

Draco looked up and saw his friend leaning against the doorframe.

"No, it went well enough. They knew a lot of what they wanted already which is helpful," he said with a sigh.

"Then what's got you all worked up?" Blaise asked with a concerned frown, moving into the office to sit in one of the seats across from Draco.

"You remember that woman I met the other day? The doctor?" At his friend's nod, he continued. "That was her."

Blaise's eyes widened in shock. "Your new client?"

"Yup," Draco said, enunciating the word with a pop.

"Are you going to keep them on as clients?"

"I don't know mate… I mean, I know I only saw her twice, but both of those times I thought we had a connection. Turns out we do, it's just work-related," he grumbled.

"Well, let me know if you want me to take over, but I think you should stick with it," Blaise said as he stood. "Hey, I'm meeting Theo for drinks at The Cauldron, if you want to come?"

Draco waved him off absently. "Maybe another time. I have some work to do here."

With a farewell from his friend, Draco looked back down at all his notes. He set to work putting the information into a customized database, making sure to send a copy to both Ron and Hermione for their confirmation.

As he stood from his desk and stretched his arms above his head, he heard the distinct sound of heels clicking on the tile floor. Moments later, Astoria appeared in his doorway.

"Knock, knock," she said quietly, rapping her knuckles softly against his door. "I was in the neighbourhood and was wondering if you wanted to grab some dinner? Perhaps this time without our parents in the same room?" she asked hopefully.

Draco gave her a soft smile and nodded. "Dinner sounds great. Give me five minutes?"

Astoria nodded and left for the waiting area. Draco checked his email, hoping that Hermione had responded. When nothing showed up, he shut his laptop with a snap, berating himself for being hopeful of a taken woman's response.

Squaring his shoulders, he left his office—and his thoughts of Hermione—behind as he went to dinner with a willing—and single—woman.

Three days later found Draco driving both Hermione and Ron to one of the venues from their list. Ron's parents, Molly and Arthur, were to meet them there for the tour which was to be done by horseback, seeing as the venue's property was expansive. The drive to the venue was a quiet affair, with Ron in the backseat texting his brother the whole time and Hermione pointedly ignoring Draco, choosing instead to stare out the window from the front passenger seat.

Clearing his throat, Draco finally broke the silence. "So, have you two decided on your song for your first dance as husband and wife?" he asked.

"Not yet," Hermione answered with a sigh, finally turning her head to look at him. "Why? Do you have suggestions?"

"As a matter of fact," he pulled out a CD case from beneath his seat, "I do. Why don't you flip through those and maybe you'll find one that works."

Hermione looked through the selection while Ron peered over her shoulder.

"What about that one?" Ron asked, pointing to one of the CD's.

"'Honestly I Love You' by Olivia Newton-John," Hermione read. She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "No…. What about 'At Last' by Etta James? I know your family would love that song for us," she said, chuckling as she turned the CD case to the next page.

"My mum used to tell me that she could always tell how long a marriage will last based on their wedding song," Draco said. Both Hermione and Ron turned to him and stared at him quizzically, so he continued. "For example, if a couple chose 'All of Me' by John Legend, she expected a marriage of at least thirty years. With 'Honestly I Love You,' she would predict fourteen months, while 'At Last' was thirty years."

"Interesting," Hermione mused, glancing back at the selections. "Were there any songs she deemed to predict a lasting, fulfilling marriage? Or will nothing be good enough to expect a marriage to last?" Hermione queried. Draco noted a hint of mocking in her tone.

With a slight grin, he answered, "'Making Memories of Us' by Keith Urban. That's the song she deemed to mean an everlasting marriage," Draco said, glancing at Hermione and raising a brow.

"We should do that one," Ron said with a nod. A ping from his phone caught his attention, and he went back to texting.

"Honestly, it's just silly," Hermione huffed.

"What is?" Draco asked as he pulled into the parking lot.

"That a song will predict how long a marriage will last. Utterly preposterous." She closed the CD case and zipped it back up, handing it back to him. "Thank you for your suggestions, but we'll just choose something on our own."

Draco took the case and slipped it back under his seat. "Whatever you say, Princess," he muttered.

Hermione glared at him and crossed her arms, turning her head to look out her window once more.

Draco left Hermione and Ron outside to wait for the elder Weasleys while he checked them in for their tour. When he made his way back outside, he heard a familiar voice call out to him.

"Draco! Is that you?" Astoria walked quickly over to him, a wide smile on her face.
"Astoria?" he asked, surprised to see her. "What are you doing here?"

When she reached him, Astoria went on her toes to kiss his cheek. "Mother needed me to talk to the owner about their wine shipment. Apparently they ordered a hundred cases but only received half."

Draco had momentarily forgotten that the Greengrasses were known for their own wine company. "Everything all sorted out then?" he asked.

Astoria looped her arm through his as they walked back to the parking area. "Yes, thankfully. So, what are you doing here?"

Before Draco had a chance to answer, Hermione walked up to the pair. "Sorry to interrupt, but Ron's parents are here," she said, looking at Draco before shifting her gaze to the petite blond next to him. "And who do we have here?"

"This is—"

"I'm Astoria, Draco's girlfriend," Astoria said, beaming up at him before looking at Hermione. "And you are…?"

"Hermione Granger. Your boyfriend," she put emphasis on the word while staring at Draco, "is my wedding planner. We're here to check out the venue."

"Oh, you will simply love it here!" Astoria gushed. "Well, I better get back to the office before Mother starts calling and wondering where I am. Draco, dinner tomorrow?" she asked hopefully.

Draco cleared his throat. "Um, yeah, sure."

"Great!" Astoria kissed his cheek again before leaving him with Hermione, turning to wave once more before getting into her car.

Both Draco and Hermione lifted a hand to wave back and Hermoine muttered under her breath. "You have all the nerve…" She turned to face him. "How dare you make me feel bad for, well, whatever it was that happened at the park, when you have a girlfriend."

"Look, Hermione—"

"Don't bother. Now, if you're done using our time to meet up with your little girlfriend, I think it's time we check out this lovely venue."

She stomped back over to where Ron and his parents waited next to a blue Ford Anglina, and Draco sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. He really needed to talk to Astoria, because while she was a nice enough girl, she was most definitely not his girlfriend.

Plastering on a smile, he made his way to the group and got ready for another few hours with the brunette shooting daggers his way.

I just wanted to add that I do not—in any way, shape, or form—believe the theories behind the songs and how long a marriage will last lol I actually took this information from an interview with the writer of the movie The Wedding Planner.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Chapter 4 might be soon either today or tomorrow as well ;) xoxoHufflepuffMommy