Okay, I know I owe all of my readers a very big apology for pulling you around, and making all of the changes to the first chapter. I couldn't decide what I was comfortable with, and I have more ideas in my head then I know what to do with, so I am going to work them out here.

Here is the second chapter, and this is dedicated to all the ones who have responded to my first chapter. I hope you enjoy it, and let me know if there is anything you think would be better.

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The Weddings

Hermione tried to put the memory of what had just happened between her and Draco behind her. After all, today was her wedding day, and she should be happy, damn it! But she wasn't. She wanted to run away again, and never look back. She wanted to find some where in the world where no one knew her and live a lonely life with her dreams and her Pensive.

After he left her standing there, she thought about what had occurred, why he was dressed the way he was, and looked down on the ground. She found the Daily Prophet, and all of the events which occurred moments before flooded into her mind again.

She was standing here, all dressed and ready to go, when she thought she would kill some time by reading the paper. On the cover was a picture of the two lucky couples, Harry and herself, and then Draco and Pansy. Both of the couples were smiling, and the caption had asked whose wedding would be bigger. There was a request for votes, and apparently, Harry was winning again. That was the reason why Draco was all dressed up, looking as dangerous to her heart as ever. So, she had dropped the paper on the floor, and let the tears fall. She tried to look herself in the mirror and tell herself a few hundred more times that it was just a summer fling, nothing more happened. He didn't care about her, and she certainly didn't care about him, but he still got to her and the fact that he knew it just pissed her off even more. That was about the time that she had developed the plan to go through the dream one more time, and then jump out of it, and destroy everything, but her heart had failed her once again, and she couldn't do it.

What would it matter anyway, I can't get rid of the thoughts in my head; just the ones that I can't see would be all that I would be destroying.

Yes, but memories do fade in time, and remember Harry can give you the type of security that your poor heart needs right now. He can give you the type of family support that you need. Plus, remember that it was Lucius who had killed your parents in the first place. Do not forget that. He is just like his father, always has been and always will be.

This argument in her head was nothing new to her either; it was one which occurred every morning when she woke up and every night when she went to bed, but it never changed anything about how she felt. She would always feel horrible afterwards because she knew she was cheating on Harry somehow, but at the same time, she just could not bring herself to let him go. Hermione rose in frustration, and yelled "DAMN IT!" As soon as the words were out of her mouth, there was a faint knock on the door.

"Hermione, are you okay in there?" It was Ginny, she had figured everyone would hear her when she yelled inside the little house, but she couldn't contain it. She threw her hands around her mouth, trying to cover the cry that threatened to reveal her tears. After she thought she could trust her own voice, she answered-

"Yeah, yeah, I, umm…well, I am fine." Her voice squeaked at the end of the sentence, and Ginny unlocked the door. Ginny may have had to study a lot harder when it came to learning spells, but she was just as good as Hermione. She had to be with brothers like hers, and the locking charm was no problem for her.

"Hermione, what in the world is wrong with you?" Ginny came over to her best friend, dressed in the honorary bride's maids dress of emerald green; the sleeves were just off of the shoulder, and the skirt was A-frame full to the floor. She looked dashing in it, and Hermione, once again, wondered why Harry never paid any attention to the youngest Weasley.

"I don't know, Gin, I think it is just the stress of having to do this without my parents, you know? I want to marry Harry, but it just hard, knowing my parents aren't here.

Ginny flashed Hermione a small smile, and squeezed her friend in the best hug she could manage.

"I know it is hard, but between me and you, I think Harry is looking worse for wear downstairs, and any minute now, he is going to go find another dragon to face, rather than having to face you; so we need to get you down there." Ginny finished with a smile, and Hermione laughed.

"Okay, let's get ready." Ginny took one look at Hermione, shook her head, cast a simple spell, and Hermione was ready, on the outside at least. The wedding dress was a simple, strapless, A-frame, with a line of velvet around the waistline and a layer of chiffon covering the skirt of satin underneath. With a wave of her wand, Ginny had transformed Hermione from the blubbering young woman she was two seconds ago, into the beautiful confident woman she was now. She glanced into the mirror, and her waves were pinned out of her face, but hung down her back, just the way Harry liked it. And her make-up was clean and simple, with a dash of color for her face. No one would know what had happened earlier and she would hide the secret in her heart forever. She waved at the Pensive, and it disappeared into the secret compartment in her closet at home, and she breathed in and out; then headed out the door of the bedroom and out of the house.

The wedding was beautiful. The ceremony took place in the back of the Weasley house, and then the reception would be right after. Hermione looked at her guests, everyone was there, and she knew there were reporters dying to get a peek into the wedding itself, but Albus had taken care of that. Everywhere she looked, there were smiling faces with tear-filled eyes. When she looked in front of her, she saw the sun was setting casting off a wonderful glow, sending Harry's eyes alight, and shadowing his muscular face. He looked as handsome as ever, with his unruly hair, and his tall, lean frame. There were roses all over the walkway leading to the Alter, and beautiful music was playing in the background. Hermione tried to focus on the man in front of her, the one watching her with eyes as green as Ginny's dress, but all she could think about was another pair of eyes, which had watched her all throughout that sacred summer….

"You look amazingly beautiful." Hermione jerked up to find Harry right in front of her, and she looked around her. Ron was behind Harry, go figure, and Ginny was behind her. In front of them both stood Albus Dumbledore, who would do the honors. There was a rock in front of him, it was crystal clear and round except on the top. He looked at Harry, then at herself, sighed, and began the ritual.

"In moments such as this, there is time for anticipation of the future, but there is also time for reflection of all the life has given to us. I have watched both of you become meddlesome teenagers to wonderful adults, and it is my honor to perform this ceremony for you now.

Marriage is not an easy task. There are times when both of you might reconsider the decision you are making now, but know, after those times, the relationship is stronger. I have left you two alone and separate for one summer, not allowing either of you to see the other till now. Are you both willing to take part in this challenge facing you; are you willing to come to each other's aid when needed and to tell the truth no matter what the cost? Are you willing to stand side by side, knowing the only way to live life is together? If not, then now is the time to speak, for if you are, then I ask you to place both of your hands on this rock in front of me."

Harry already had his hands on the rock, ready to bind the desire in his heart to hers, Hermione just stood there, absorbing the full consequences of what she was about to do. She lifted her hands, and placed it on the rock as well. She focused on the first time Harry had kissed her and when she first realized she was in love with him. When he had said "I love you" to her, his eyes begging her to repeat it back to him. Did she love him? Yes, she knew she did, but the type of love she had for Harry was a comfortable, warm love; not the burning fire that burned her when Draco was around, either in her head or in her presence. She felt him now, but pushed him aside, and focused on the events in front of her.

The rock glowed black, then yellow, then red, and finally a deep blue. Albus looked up to see what color the two have created, smiled, and tapped their left wrists with his wand. Instantly, there was a wedding band of lettering around her left wrist and then a chain of silver which connected to the band of lettering around Harry's wrist as well.

Harry looked at her and smiled. He was much taller than she was, and leaned his head down on hers. She noticed there were beads of sweat running all down his face, and then she seen his eyes the color of liquid green fire, and realized he was crying.

"You have made me the happiest man in the world. I love you." All she could do was let a single tear creep down her face, and he brushed it away. She smiled as big as she knew was expected of her, and raised herself up on her tiptoes, and kissed him.

Draco stood in the back of the yard, watching the perfect pair, forcing himself not to run up to the idiot and take her for himself. How could she? His anger flared. Didn't she know how much she meant to him? What of that precious summer? What of all of the dreams she had? Yes, he knew she had them, if anything was revealed in their last rendezvous. He smirked to himself. But, she had said she had to move on. He couldn't really blame her, not after the way he had treated her that summer. But she had to understand, he had an image to uphold, and there were consequences for not. He was a Malfoy and he wasn't supposed to fall for the Mudblood, but he did anyway, and now, he was reduced to abandoning his own wedding to watch the ceremony of the perfect pair. He was so sure she knew he was there, but she didn't do anything, and when he tried to sneak into her mind, she slammed him out; an obvious declaration of rejection.

He supposed he should use his Time Turner, and go back to his own wedding, get married to Pansy Parkinson, but after feeling her lips on his, there was no way he could.

Oh, his wedding was bigger and far more lavishing, with the candles set all over, and Pansy's dress was something out of the Royal family's vaults, but she didn't hold a candle to Hermione in his eyes, and he couldn't do it.

Well, Draco, what the hell are you going to do? You can't stand here much longer before the party starts, so go back to your own life, marry Pansy, and then have a happy life. It is time to move on.

Draco pulled the little hourglass from underneath his shirt, and gave it a good spin. The world began to spin around him faster and faster, and then he was standing in the middle of his dressing room again, dress slacks on, white shirt hanging out. He grabbed for the shirt, stuffed it into his pants, and threw on his jacket. Tired of trying to dress while being pissed off, he cast a spell on himself, and then walked out of the door.

The first floor of the Malfoy Mansion was completely decked out with candles, beautiful little flowers on the railings and in the chandeliers and the scent of lavender had filled the room. He walked over to his mother, who was sitting down in the front, and gave her hand a small squeeze.

"Is everything okay, dear?"

"Yeah, Mum, everything is fine." Mrs. Malfoy examined her son, and he knew she didn't believe him, but there was nothing she could do about it now, without ruining the family name, so she kept quiet, much like she did when her husband was alive, and let the tears fall.

Draco knew his mother was crying, and he knew why, but there was nothing he could do about it now. There was no reason to stop the wedding, and the bride was floating down the stairs. Draco looked at his bride, but all he could see was Hermione. The way she was floating to Harry, right about now, and the way she looked when she seen him up close…

"You are now husband and wife, treat eachother with dignity and respect, and find love, life, happiness, and joy." The minister was finished with the ceremony, the bracelets of writing around their left wrists connected with gold, and Pansy was smiling up at Draco with a look of happiness on her face, so he smiled back, leaned down and pecked her on the mouth. With that, the house was transformed into the reception, Pansy was hauled off to who knows where, and Draco made a fast line to the bar. He needed something strong and quick. He didn't care where she had gone, only that right about now, he knew he had just married the wrong girl.