'Won't you stay for a cup of tea?' asked Mrs. Granger.

'Thank you, Mrs. Granger,' Draco said, still scared out of his wits, overlooking the fact that Hermione's mum and dad had been notified of the prophecy and knew Hermione and Draco were in love.

'Call me Jane, dear,' Mrs. Granger said. She then told Hermione's little sister, Emilie, to start some water boiling.

Hermione nudged Draco in the ribs.

'Er- Mr. Granger,' he started.

'John,' Hermione's dad said.

'John,' Draco repeated. 'Sir, I, er-...' He looked up at the ceiling and back to Hermione's dad. 'May I have Hermione's hand in marriage?' he got out.

'Of course,' Mr. Granger said. 'But mind, if you break her heart, I'll make sure it's the last thing you ever do.'

'I understand,' Draco said. 'But I promise I won't break her heart.'

Hermione's mum went over to Draco and hugged him, then her daughter.

'Oh, I'm so pleased!' she exclaimed. 'Granted, eighteen is a bit young...'

'In the wizarding world it isn't so uncommon,' Hermione told her. 'Especially not during or right after Dark Times. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley got married soon after getting out of school and they're still going strong.'

'Who's married?' Emilie asked, carrying a tray into the room, laden with cups of tea, which had mysteriously readied itself so quickly.

'I was mentioning Ron's parents,' Hermione told her as they all sat down in the sitting room.

'Well, I hope so,' Emilie said dryly. They have, what, seven kids?'

They all sipped their tea in silence.

Emilie broke it. 'So, when are you two going to get married, then?' she asked bluntly to Draco and Hermione.

'Well, we haven't set a date yet,' Draco said.

'Sometime after we graduate,' Hermione said. She extended her hand for Emilie to look at her ring, noticing how her sister was eyeing her hand.

Emilie raised an eyebrow.

'This is some ring,' she said approvingly. She looked at Draco curiously. 'You must be filthy rich,' she said unabashedly.

'Emilie,' Mrs. Granger hissed.

Draco just laughed.

'Yes, well, I suppose you could say that, though I think I would prefer to call it something else.'

'Such as...' Emilie said, earning herself a frown from her mother.

'Abundantly wealthy,' Draco said.

'I'm to be a bridesmaid, of course, aren't I?' Emilie announced. 'Unless you don't do that sort of thing at wizarding weddings.'

'No, we do,' Hermione said.

'And you'll buy me dress robes instead of a dress, right?' Emilie asked her.

'If that's what you want,' Hermione said, laughing.

Later in the day, when Hermione refused to take Emilie back for another night at Number Twelve, her sister got mad and threw a fit, the door to her room slamming behind her though she didn't touch it.

'Your sister is a witch,' Draco commented as they walked down the hall in Grimmauld Place, having just Flooed back.

'I know. Two witches in the same Muggle family,' Hermione grinned. 'I'm sure Dumbledore is tickled to death. She turns eleven and May 11th, so he should be visiting my parents soon.'

'Have you told her she's a witch?' Draco asked.

'One time I caught her reading one of my books and fooling around with my wand when I came out of the shower. I told her she had better not do it again, because she and I would be in trouble with the Ministry of Magic. Even though I did magic the summer before First Year, and I didn't get any warnings or anything. But she's been using magic since she came to Headquarters several days ago. She knows she can't get caught when the magic folk around her are of age.'

'She figured it out on her own?' asked Draco. 'She's clever like you, then?'

'Yes,' Hermione said, nodding. 'And she also has a mischievous streak in her, like Ginny and the twins, hence her sneaking of my books.'

'Well, Hogwarts should be an interesting place next year I'm sure,' Draco said. 'If it weren't for the gap in their ages, she and Ginny would get on famously.'

'They met last summer, and trust me, even with the gap, they do,' said Hermione. 'Though it's more like Ginny showing my sister things, and egging her on than them plotting schemes together. It gave my mother a heart attack when she saw Emilie using wandless magic the other night.'

Draco whistled.

'I can't imagine someone like Fred or George who can use wandless magic.'

'I imagine she'll rival them in detentions,' Hermione smirked.

In the sitting room were Narcissa, Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny. Draco and Hermione came in and sat down on the couch.

'Hermione, would you like to go shopping for wedding robes today?' Mrs. Weasley queried. 'Or do you want to wait until your mother can go?'

'We can pick her up on the way,' Hermione said. 'I know she would be happy to go shopping in wizarding shops.'

'How about we leave now?' Mrs. Weasley said, rising.

'That sounds lovely,' Hermione replied. 'Oh, but I have to get more money from my father and get it changed. He won't have enough cash on hand. Can I buy on credit and pay later?'

'I'm sure you could buy on credit at any store you go to,' said Narcissa. 'From now on, I believe you will be something of a celebrity.'

'Alright,' Hermione said. 'Let's go.'

'Okay,' Draco said, rising from the couch.

'Not you, Dray,' Hermione said, pushing him back onto the couch. 'You don't see me in my dress until our wedding day.'

He looked rather disappointed to be left out. She kissed him then straightened out her robes.

'Where are we going?' she asked.

'I know a nice boutique in Ireland,' Narcissa suggested.

'Sure,' Hermione said. 'Let me go get my mum.'