Chapter Two

How could he, Hermione thought, torment me for six years and he says 'Nice to see you too, Granger' Ha! What a git!-"Now let's be nice, children we are at a wedding," Blaise stated quickly so then Hermione couldn't answer. Hermione decided to stop staring and start a conversation with Blaise, "So, how are you?" "Good, I guess, I mean I hate to complain. How are you, I ran into Ginny the other day, but you, however, I haven't seen or heard from you since….." He didn't have to say anything; we all knew what he implied. He meant war. The biggest war in the wizarding community. So the thing that would save us all from mourning once again and none the less at a funeral, I decide to answer with a nice reply, "Yeah, I decided to become a wedding planner, well, obviously you can see that." Blaise was shocked by this somehow and just now decided to look around, like the world was just now coming to existence for him. "You-you did this?" After a quick nod, and a blush, Blaise decided to ask another question, suddenly wondering even more about the girl in front of him. "Well I'll be, I would of have thought you would have been in the Ministry!" Of course that is what they all think, miss goody-to-shoes gets all As, miss goody-to-shoes loves to read, and miss goody-to-shoes is going to win a job in the Ministry! Ha! What a load of bloody bull-shit. "Didn't us all!" Ginny said, interrupting Hermione from her thoughts. That is it, Hermione thought no more talking about me and my life. "Talking about jobs, what are you? What is your job, I mean." "Oi, me? I am an Aura."

"Wow," Hermione said blankly. She never really cared or thought about what Blaise's job might be, let alone a Slytherin's. This is fucking boring, Hermione thought in the back of her head, and I even planned this. I wonder how he must feel, Hermione's eyes wandered over to Draco. "I have a question," Hermione suddenly blurted out, embarrassed by the attention she caught. She glanced over at Ginny, who was giving her an evil glare. Apparently she and Blaise were having their own conversation, leaving Hermione to her thoughts.

"Oh, I didn't realize you two were talking, nev-"

"No, that's utter nonsense to not ask what is on your mind. What is your question?" Blaise asked.

"Well, actually this question is for….Malfoy," stated Hermione in a smaller voice so then the people that is not in this conversation couldn't hear. But this still caught the attention of Draco. Why am I so nervous, Hermione thought, this is Malfoy we are talking about. He wished you to be dead in second year. He called you a…a…. Instead of Hermione getting courage, she just got upset…then angry.

"So, not to be rude or anything, but why are you here."

This took Draco a while to answer, Hermione didn't know if he was going to be a smart-mouth or if he was going to answer honestly. Ginny was fuming now because she was obviously trying to get somewhere with Blaise, and this was not helping.

"I'm not going to lie, I'm not enjoying this. And I couldn't give a care in the world about who is getting married; however, most people would think that you would. Mostly because you and weasel had a past and were the lovebirds who saved the world. The wedding is like any other wedding I'm guessing, it has wine, punch, and a bar. That last part was the answer to your question," Draco was obviously a little tipsy and Hermione could tell by the way his statement was jumbled up and put into a confusing manor. Hermione was oblivious to the signs of his tipsiness and took it to her advantage, and pushed on. "Were you invited?"

"Why yes I was, Granger. Why do you think Carrot Top asked if I was here?" As if Ginny wasn't already fuming. What a way to push buttons. Nice, Malfoy, just nice.

"That Carrot Top has a name!" Ginny didn't care whether he was drunk, or not. She already hated her hair and she tried dying it and dying again and again yet he red hair will still come back.

"Your right, your right. Why do you think Jenny asked if I was here?"

There he went pushing even more buttons. Luckily, Lavender came over to stop Ginny from raising her fist.

"Hi, everyone! Hermione, Ginny the wedding is amazing!"

"Thanks, but would you mind if me and Ginny left it's getting really late and Ginny and I have plans tomorrow?"

"Oh, no it's okay," Lavender couldn't help the letdown come in her voice, but she understood.

Ginny and Hermione said their goodbyes and then left to their shared flat in London.

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Hermione sat down on the couch at her and Ginny's flat, a rush of relieve coming through her since she got off of her feet. Ginny rushed to the back of the flat leaving Hermione alone in the living room. Unstrapping her heels, she wondered how far Ginny and Blaise got before she interrupted; "Hey, I zoned out while you and Blaise were taking, how far did you get?"

No answer. So she tried again, "Did you at least get his number?" Hermione remembered when there was a time no pureblood has ever heard of a number. (like a number to a cell-phone) She chuckled at the thought. She soon snapped out of this flash as she heard the roar of the Floo system. Ginny must have went back to the wedding. Must to Hermione's dislike, she forced herself to get up and check the room in the back of their flat. Yep, there it is. The note, Hermione thought. Hermione read the note,

"My dearest 'mione,

To answer your questions, I did get far but I would have done much more flirting if I didn't have an anchor (the anchor is you) I will always love you though,

Ginny"

She left me for a guy, nice. I need to get a life, because maybe, just maybe, the people are right. The war heroine needs to settle down with someone. Well, for now it's just going to be me.

So the girl found one of Ginny's bean-bag and grabbed her favorite book of the shelf and began reading.

So, I just wanted to apologize about how long it is taking me and I truly am sorry. I won't give up if you won't give up!

*Courtney.1.1