Thanks to Ditte3, arlyetta, Holly and the two guest reviewers for reviewing, and to all my lovely followers. :) Here is chapter three, and everything just sort of goes downhill from here. The next chapter will probably be the botched wedding, and the awaited slaughter of one Ronald Weasley. Hehehe…

This chapter will probably be rather short, and I'm very sorry, arlyetta! I tend to break down my stories into short chapters, because I have not the creativity to expand them. Again, very sorry.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but J.K. Rowling has some siriusly amazing imagination!

Hermione's eyes fluttered open, finding herself enshrouded in darkness. She shook her head blearily and pushed her hair back from her face. Light filtered through the curtains, and Hermione blinked and made to stand up.

But when she tried, two heavy somethings- or someones- weighed her down. Oh, it was just Ginny and Pansy. They seemed to have fallen asleep next to her on the sofa.

She slowly started to remember the events that had happened before she had passed out, and she groaned internally. She was starting to get a headache from it all. Hermione carefully pushed the unconscious forms of both her best friends off her, as she had the sudden, urgent need to use the loo.

Hermione successfully managed to pad silently to the loo, and as she took care of business, she thought. The events of the morning swirled around in her mind, and she wondered. Why did Draco bring it up all of a sudden? Did he know something she didn't? Was Ron really- no, he wouldn't, he wouldn't do that. Not when the wedding was so close. Not when he was the one who proposed to her.

She tried to put the matter from her mind, but the suspicion remained at the back of her mind even as she thought of other things. A little bit of Occlumency helped to shield it away.

Hermione remembered that she still had to contact Draco for the wedding planner's information, as she had very stupidly left the other day without even reading the file properly. She didn't even remember the wedding planner's name. What was it again? Vivian? Vanessa? Veronica- yes, definitely. She would have to write to him.

Her mind turned to other matters, such as Draco's behaviour during their meeting. He seemed- sincere. Like he really cared about her, like he really wanted her to stay. Her heart fluttered a little bit as the rarely seen, girly side of Hermione started freaking out over the prospect of his feelings for her, or if he even had any feelings for her at all.

No. It wasn't possible. She crushed her crush of him into tiny little pieces as she thought of all the beautiful, buxom women that were constantly at his beck and call, and compared herself to them. Just because they had half of her brains didn't mean that they weren't as accomplished. She certainly couldn't compete with them in looks and beauty, and looks and beauty was what Draco would admire the most.

Hermione examined the heavy ring on her finger as she singlehandedly shredded her own heart to pieces. The ring seemed much heavier than before, and she had the sudden impulse to tear it from her finger and fling it out the nearest window. Calming such disastrous trains of thought, she flushed, washed her hands and crept out into the living room.

The previously unconscious bodies of Pansy Parkinson and Ginny Weasley were nowhere be seen on the couch, and Hermione perked as she heard voices from the kitchen. Figures that Ginny would drag Pansy off for a snack after an hour of snoozing on the couch.

The fiery, red-haired witch was a self-proclaimed food-lover, and although Pansy, who ate gracefully and only little, often shook her head at Ginny's antics, she was soon infected with Ginny's passion for food. Hermione had to laugh, though, as seeing the two friends bicker playfully over what to eat for dinner amused her to no end.

Hermione made her way to the kitchen, smiling as she saw a large tub of her newly-bought ice-cream and a spoon in Ginny's hands, and Pansy with her little bowl and teaspoon. Both witches looked up as she entered, and gave her comforting smiles. They knew that she had been to see Draco today, and by the events of before, they probably could guess what had happened already. Ginny and Pansy were both extremely quick and smart witches, and they both knew of her crush on Draco. Hermione didn't worry, as she trusted that they could keep a secret, and keep it well.

She collected a bowl and a spoon from the cupboard, and took a seat on one of the spinning chairs before the counter. She held out the bowl, and without a word, Ginny dolloped some ice-cream into it. Whatever happened, she could always depend on ice-cream as her comfort food.

Pansy spun round in her chair and broke the comfortable silence. "So, care to share what happened to you today, Mi?"

Hermione sighed, but felt relieved at the same time to have such caring friends she could share her thoughts with. "Today… I don't even know how to describe it, Pans." She launched into what had happened today at Draco's office, and everything he had said. Shocked expressions appeared on both Ginny and Pansy's faces as she told them of what Draco had hinted at Ron.

After she had finished, Ginny was the one who spoke up first. "Mi, do you think that he might be telling the truth?" Despite Ron being her brother, Ginny had always held unvoiced disapproval of him close to her heart.

Hermione sighed heavily. "How am I supposed to know, Gin? All I know of the man is what he was in Hogwarts, and in the war. Hell, how am I even supposed to trust Ron? I haven't even seen him in two days."

"The Draco I know would not make promises easily unless he meant them, Mi," Pansy said, her eyes glinting. As his friend for many years, it was fitting that she knew Draco well. "I think that you should write to him and ask him about it."

"I second that," Ginny said through a mouthful of ice-cream.

"I'll have to write to him eventually, anyway. I need to get Veronica's information from him." Hermione said. "Maybe I'll ask him about it, but I don't want to."

Pansy and Ginny nodded in understanding and agreement.

Pansy looked at her watch. "Oh dear. I must return to my most humble home to spend time with His Majesty the King." All three of them laughed heartily, as everyone knew that Harry constantly doted lovingly on Pansy.

After sending Pansy home by Floo, Ginny and Hermione stood in the living room.

"Do you want to watch the telly, Gin? I'll come and join you after I write to Draco," Hermione suggested.

"What else can I do when Blaise is on a business trip to New York? Yes I want to watch the…. tally! Be quick with your incessant letter writing, or at least put on a nice movie first," Ginny commanded, brandishing the spoon she still held in her hand.

Hermione chuckled and did as she was told. After fixing the telly for Ginny, she made sure that Ginny was comfortable before leaving for her study.

Hermione fetched a roll of parchment and her favourite eagle-feather quill. She dipped her quill in ink, and pondered over how to address her newest problem. And the fact that she had absolutely no experience in writing a letter to her crush at all. She sighed and began to write.

After twenty minutes of quill scratching against parchment, Hermione looked over her letter appraisingly. The finished product was this:

Draco,

May I apologize for leaving your office in such an undignified and rude manner this morning. It was certainly uncalled for, and I hope you will forgive me.

I believe that I picked Veronica over the wedding planners we discussed, and due to my hurried leave, I did not manage to retrieve her information. I hope that you can send over her file for me to peruse and fix an agreeable time for an appointment between her and I. If you would do so, I thank you in advance.

As for the other matters we discussed, I would be pleased if we could arrange a meeting and I do hope that you will be able to elaborate on these points. It would also be agreeable to me that you would not enclose these matters to the press as they will certainly construct rumours that may well destroy my personal life. Not to mention the sensational Rita Skeeter.

I hope that you will reply soon.

Yours,

Hermione Granger

Satisfied, Hermione put down her quill and tied the letter to the owl she and Ron shared. It took off with a hoot, and Hermione headed to the living room for a much needed evening of relaxing in front of the telly with Ginny and ice-cream.

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