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Word Count: 3036


Challenge: Are you Crazy Enough To Do It Challenge

Prompt: 538. (theme) A Wedding


Daphne knocked on the door of Matthew's home in Manchester just as the clock struck one; but nobody answered. Intrigued, she knocked again with increased force and fervor; but to the same result. Just before she knocked for the third time, the door swung open to a pale-skinned, blonde-haired woman in a baby-blue dress standing in the doorway with a questioning look.

Behind the woman, Daphne noticed the flurry of activity going on – people running around in the process of dressing; the floor littered with trash, suitcases, clothes, food, and much more; screams from all parts of the two-storied house morphing into an unintelligible din; anything to suggest that there would be a wedding that night.

"I'm sorry, do you need anything?" The woman asked, unimpressed with Daphne's lack of attention to her.

"Yeah… I'm Daphne, Hermione's… girlfriend." Daphne didn't know whether she should use that label in front of her girlfriend's family; but there wasn't an easier way to describe their relationship.

"I didn't know she was bringing a friend; most of us were expecting her to bring her boyfriend."

"No, I'm not just her friend… I'm her girlfriend." Daphne clarified.

"Oh… Oh! So, she is gay." She paused and measured up Daphne. "Wow, you're hot; good for her." She grabbed Daphne's bag and took it inside. "Come on, I'll show you to her room; we can figure out the sleeping arrangements later."

"Oh, it's fi-" Daphne started, but she was immediately cut off.

"Nope. We were ready to offer a place to stay for a boyfriend, I'm sure we can squeeze in a girlfriend instead. If it comes to that, you can always share my bed." She added suggestively, eliciting a nervous laugh from Daphne. "By the way, I'm Cassandra, Hermione's cousin. You can call me Cassie."

"Okay." The Slytherin followed her through the mess, upstairs to the guest room where the unmarried younger women were staying.

"Hermy, your girlfriend's here!" Cassie announced as they entered the room.

Almost immediately, Daphne was ambushed by many feminine bodies, but none of them she could recognize as her girlfriend. Hermione's cousins and sister-in-laws had completely surrounded Daphne, cutting her off from the bushy-haired bookworm standing behind them.

"Wow, you look amazing!"

"You gals knew she was gay?! Why didn't you tell me?!"

"She's tall – five-foot nine-inches, at the very least."

"Yeah, and she's got great tits as well."

"Cassie, we told you she was gay last night. You would've known if you weren't so busy with that magazine of yours."

"How on earth did Hermy get so smooth?"

"I think I'm bisexual now."

"Can you let me get to my girlfriend?" Hermione piped up from behind the crowd, but her words fell to deaf ears as the girls continued with their boisterous babbling.

"Girls! What is going on? Why are you taking so long?" A woman much older than everyone in the room – most probably someone's mother, strode up behind Daphne. "Who's this?"

"This is Hermy's-" Cassie started, but was immediately cut off by the older woman as she lunged at Daphne and enveloped her in a bear hug.

"Aren't you beautiful?" She turned back to the crowd around them. "What are you all looking at? Get back to work, we have a wedding on our hands and you can be sure that Jessica will not be happy if you spoil her big day."

The crowd dispersed, still engaged in their incessant chatter.

"Thanks." Daphne mumbled as she finally caught her breath.

"Don't worry, child. Now run along to your girlfriend, she's been waiting for you all morning. My name's Madeline and I'm Matthew's mother. Just be sure to remind one of my sisters to find you a place to stay; I'm sure I would be in no state to help after the wedding gets under way." Madeline turned around and rushed down the stairs while screaming to someone else in the kitchen, possibly about lunch.

Daphne turned around to find her girlfriend as she finally managed to reach her side. "Why are all families like the Weasleys?" Daphne groaned softly into Hermione's ear as she gave her a hug.

"Well, you're going to need to get used to it – they know about you now."

"Yeah."

"Alright, come on Daph. Take a bath, get dressed, and someone will help you with your make-up." Hermione ordered as she tried to put on some blush. Daphne grabbed the brush from her hands started to apply it on her.

"I don't even know why you bothered, love. You're terrible at this-" With a whisper, Daphne added. "without magic."

"Still surprised you're not." Hermione added softly.

"Will you ever not be?"

"Someday."

"Aww…" The pair heard everyone in the room chorus around them. Hermione blushed a deep red when she realized that everyone had been watching, while Daphne just smirked at her girlfriend.

"Alright, as adorable as that was, we still need to speed up. So, until the wedding is properly under way, someone needs to keep an eye on those two." Madeline added before she helped Cassie into her dress.


Nearly half an hour later, Hermione and Daphne walked out of the room with the other girls, finally dressed up and ready for the event. Hermione was wearing a lime green sundress while Daphne was clad in a much darker indigo dress that extended down to her feet. With her heels, the Slytherin girl appeared far taller than her counterpart, who refused to budge from her trusty flats.

"Girls! Everything is on the table. Grab a plate, put on everything you want, and find some place to stand and eat. No chairs for anyone younger than fifty. Martha is the only exception as she has a baby with her; and don't eat too much – we're not a restaurant that can feed as many people as we want." Hermione's mother announced as she strode around the room with a plate of her own. She approached the couple as they came down the stairs; a smile forming as she saw them in their dresses.

"Hi Daphne. I'm really sorry, I couldn't meet you earlier – the kitchen needed far more hands than we initially thought."

"You should've called for me-" Daphne started to suggest.

"Oh no, we couldn't do that to you, dear. And we managed to get by alright, by the end of it all." She leaned in to whisper. "But I wouldn't try the porridge if I were you."

"Duly noted, Mrs. Granger." Daphne nodded.

"Darling, what did I say about calling me Mrs. Granger? Call me Monica." Hermione turned around in shock at her mother's use of the word 'darling' to refer to her girlfriend.

"Alright… Monica."

"Well, then I must be off to help my sisters. I'll see you later, Daphne." Monica Granger disappeared behind a row of Hermione's grandparents.

"Darling?! Did she just call you darling? She didn't even acknowledge my presence and she called you darling. Merlin, what has the world come to?" Hermione complained irritably.

"Is someone a little jealous for their mommy's love?"

"Shut up." Daphne chuckled at her irate girlfriend.

"That reminds me, how did your parents take it when you told them about the rest of your family? I know there's nothing really to be afraid of, but what were their reactions?" Daphne questioned.

"Dad was pretty nonchalant about it, he didn't care much for anyone's thoughts except for mum's from the beginning anyway. He was a little happy that he now had a concrete story to tell people if and when they asked him why we moved away; even more so that he didn't actually have to tell the family since they already believed that. Mom, on the other hand, was pleasantly surprised, and a little disappointed."

Daphne stopped just before she slipped the next spoonful into her mouth. "What? I don't understand; why would she be disappointed?"

"Apparently, she had been prepping herself for this big speech and possible backlash when I finally told people that I'm gay, and now that hard work has ended up in the skip bin." Hermione placed her now empty plate of food atop the pile in the kitchen sink.

"Wow. Also, is that really all you're eating, love? You're going to get hungry within a few hours with all that you're going to be running around." Daphne nodded to Hermione's plate.

"Hmm… I think I'll be fine with the snacks and the wine at the wedding. In the worst case, I have some chips and crackers in my satchel." Hermione patted the tastefully concealed pocket in her sundress. "it's why I like this dress so much."

"If you say so, love." Daphne replied as she piled another chicken wing on her plate.

Cassie approached the pair after she filled her plate with the porridge. "I expected one of you to turn up in a suit." She turned to Hermione as the witch eyed the food in her plate suspiciously. "Why do you look like you want to imprison my plate?"

"I wouldn't trust that if I were you." Hermione replied.

"What? The porridge? My mom cooked it. Is there something wrong with it?" Cassie replied questioningly.

Hermione ducked away in embarrassment as she tried to force some words out of her mouth; anything to divert the topic of conversation away from the food. But before she could say anything, her girlfriend interjected.

"I think she was talking about your dress. It seems a little airy around the bosom; you might want to use a hairpin to tighten it up a little."

"You really think so? I think it's alright." Cassie replied as she checked all around herself.

"Hmm… then it must be fine." Daphne concluded just as Cassie's mother called for her from upstairs.

"Sorry, mum's calling. I'll see you two at the wedding." She turned and rushed up the stairs after setting her unfinished plate on the table.

Daphne eyed her girlfriend with a smirk as Hermione's face remained turned away; an embarrassed blush still dotting her face. "Love, you're terrible at lying when you're embarrassed."

"I know." Hermione mewled. "It's why I have you."

"Did Hermione Granger actually admit that she might need help with something other than cooking?"

"Slytherins aren't completely useless at everything; they do have some exceptional personality trait. Why not use that when it's around?" Hermione added with a smirk.

Before Daphne could retort, Madeline interjected. "I already told you two, you need to stop being cute randomly in public. There are other important things going on around here."

Daphne turned around to see if anyone was watching them. When she found nobody, she turned back to Madeline's smiling face. "I'm just messing with you two; I was the only one listening. Although, I have to ask, what were you saying about slithering in?"

Hermione was instinctively about to start quoting the Hogwarts: A History chapter on the founders when Daphne cut her off. "It's an inside joke we have. Quite a long story, we'll probably tell you another time."

"Another time it is."

"So, where is Matthew? Shouldn't he be ready by now?" Hermione added.

"He's at the chapel, along with the rest of the boys. We kicked most of them out early today morning before you kids woke up so we could all change in peace. David is in charge of getting all the boys ready; he's the only one I could trust to oversee this kind of thing. We made up a system where he reports to me once every two hours or so." Madeline explained with a tired expression.

"Are you sure you don't need our help, Madeline? I could've helped with the cooking if you needed me to." Daphne asked.

"You're wonderful for asking, dear; but I think we can manage for now." Someone called for Madeline from the front door.


After Madeline walked away, Daphne dropped her plate near the now overflowing kitchen sink; and the pair strolled out to the backyard to get some air. The day was a lot colder than an average day in August, prompting concerns of dark clouds, and maybe even a drizzle; but so far, the day had remained quite wedding-friendly.

Hermione took the time to elaborate on her family tree, and how everyone at the event related back to her; intermittently being interrupted by one of the uncles or aunts she just alluded to; who wanted to confirm that she is indeed dating the ravishingly beautiful angel standing next to her, and that said angel unfortunately would not be available for their own son or daughter.

"I can't believe how many people are asking about you; it's like all members of the Granger extended family tree are destined to fall for you." Hermione exclaimed.

"I wish it were that; unfortunately, your dad seems to be the exception to that rule."

"Well… you are defiling his daughter. Can you really blame him?" Hermione replied in a hushed tone.

"Hmm… I guess not. And as much as I love your suggestive retorts, I think your mother is calling for us to leave for the venue. I'd hate to disappoint her." Daphne nodded at Hermione's mother calling out to them from the kitchen door.

"You'd choose her over me?" Hermione continued.

"No, but I'd rather not ravish you in front of your grandparents." Daphne smiled at some of the older members of the family slowly strutting by. Hermione rolled her eyes as the pair followed her mother out to their car.


Daphne stood against the pillar as Hermione followed her mother to chat with one of their friends. She would've followed her if she didn't feel like she was intruding on something; the family was supposedly very close to Hermione as a child. And she did feel a little awkward attaching herself to her girlfriend for the entire duration of her stay.

"Hey, lovely." Some guy approached Daphne; judging by the huge camera and the daily-wear clothes, she guessed it was the wedding photographer.

"Sorry. You're barking up the wrong tree." She replied with a roll of her eyes and a slight groan.

"I don't see a ring on that finger, nor do I see a man around you other than myself." He added with a smirk.

"I-" Daphne started to answer, but then she noticed Hermione returning to her. She waited until her girlfriend reached her and then pulled her into a short kiss.

"Told you." Daphne retorted. The photographer stared at the pair in shock, mentally regretting that he was too stunned to take a picture.

"Can I join?" He asked.

Daphne was about to curse him out, but Hermione's death glare was enough to convey the message.

"Come on, Matthew wants to meet you before he gets married as he probably won't get enough time then." Hermione dragged Daphne towards the back of the chapel.


"Ah! So, you're Daphne." Matthew announced as the pair entered the room where the groom was staying. "I've heard a lot about you in the past twelve hours; gossip spreads like wildfire around these parts."

"And so I've heard about you too, though that was mostly from Hermione." Daphne replied.

"I really appreciate that you could be here for my wedding; and that Hermy can finally be herself around us. That way the two of you can come around and meet us more often; and we won't have to be separated from her anymore."

"Of course."

"Stop it, Matthew. It's your wedding day; you should be worried about that." Hermione responded.

"I have plenty of time to have a nervous breakdown; I'm just making sure I also have time to properly meet you at a later date." Matthew added.

"Now that you've done that, can we please drop this topic." Hermione pleaded.

"As you say." The groom bowed down in mock worship.

"Good, you guys need to get out now; we have a lot of work to do and very little time." The hairdresser rushed in from the door, forcing Hermione and Daphne to be barreled out of the room.


Hermione led them away from the room towards the main seating area, while ranting about her overprotective cousin; it wasn't until they reached the corridor just before the hall that she realized her girlfriend hadn't paid attention to a single word she said.

"Daph, which world did you disappear off to?" Hermione snapped her fingers in front of Daphne's face, breaking her out of her reverie.

"Oh… it's… it's nothing."

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, fine. I was just thinking that… maybe… huge families aren't that bad after all."

Hermione's expression softened at her girlfriend's words. She knew this was a sore spot for her Daph even though they never spoke about it before; the Slytherin resented her parents for the lack of familial interaction in her life. And Hermione didn't need Daphne to talk to her for her to know; Daphne said enough in her longing glances at Ron and Ginny when they stayed at the Burrow, in her disappointed face when nothing ever dropped on her plate when the owls came in at Hogwarts, in the time she spent caring for Astoria as her only surviving family member worth considering. It's why Hermione always made it a priority to Apparate back to her whenever she felt down about the issue; no matter what was at stake, it could wait.

Hermione reached her arm around her girlfriend's waist and pulled her in for a hug. "Daph, you know I love you."

"Yeah." Came the reply from over her shoulder.

"You have a family now – you have Harry and the Weasleys, even if Ron might disagree; you have Matthew and Cassie and Madeline; and you have my mom, to whom you're more of a daughter than me; my dad, even though he doesn't know how to show it; and most of all, you have me. Remember that, okay?"

"Okay." Daphne leaned back and gave Hermione a kiss on her lips. It was short and sweet, just to convey that she understood what she had, and that she loved her for it.

"This never happened, alright?" Daphne added as she made sure her make-up was alright with a flick of her wand.

"To the rest of the world, maybe. But to me, it's a memory I'll take to my grave." Hermione smiled smugly.

"I think I can live with that."


This turned out far longer than I initially intended for it to, and it's not even done. You'll be getting a part 2 of the wedding in a few days or so, also in the proper story format, before we return to the dialogue only version.

Hopefully, this turned out pretty decent. Let me know what you think in a review. I really appreciate those.