Draco led the way up to the head's office. McGonnagal never sent for them. It was a strange thing indeed and confused the three men incredibly.

When they got there she told them to sit down looking slightly stern but also as though she was dying to tell them something.

They noted that Hermione was already there and she was smiling and looked on the verge of laughter.

"Now, first I must tell you that you simply cannot tell your classes the tales of your days here at Hogwarts. Unless it is educational you must stick to your lesson plans and if you include an anecdote then make sure it is brief and to the point. You are making the students here expect to have the adventures you had here. They, in all honesty, won't, so they cannot be led to believe that daring adventures are an everyday occurrence here. Okay, rant over. Secondly I have some news for you. I will be leaving the school soon and I will be watching you as to who our new headteacher will be."

"Are you serious? You're considering one of us as the new head of the school?"

"Yes, Harry, I am. You all seem capable of leading the school and my only worry is which one to choose. But I won't only be retiring. I will be getting married."

All the boys jaws dropped. Hermione knew this already and she sniggered quietly at the looks on the boy's faces.

"You're getting married?" Ron asked looking absolutely amazed.

"Yes, Ron I am. I'd like you to meet my fiancé. Come on out."

Out of the shadows came Albus Dumbledore.

"I thought you died?"

"I saw Snape kill you."

"Yes, you saw Snape kill me, but what you didn't know is that I took a leaf out of Tom Riddle's book and made a horcrux."

"We have been working hard to animate that horcrux ever since his first death." Minerva said looking at Dumbledore and smiling warmly.

Harry got up and shook hands with Dumbledore, who pulled him into a hug. Then the others also went and hugged Dumbledore.

"Pity it took you so long to work it out. We could have used your help in defeating Voldy-shorts." Harry said grinning.

"From what Minerva tells me you did fine without me. Using Draco was an inspired touch."

"Thank you, sir." Draco said looking very pleased with himself.

"I also understand that Ron and Hermione are due for a wedding as well. Congrats on finally getting together, by the way. I knew it would happen someday. Of course, I expected that Harry would ensnare our charming Miss Granger first, but I am overruled it seems, since Draco seems to have ensnared him first."

"I wouldn't say that. I think it was him who ensnared me." Draco said glaring affectionately at Harry.

"I did no such thing!"

"Ron, will you take them back to their office before they blow each other up? You will have to be referee. I need a word with Hermione." Minerva said chuckling.

Ron, also chuckling, directed the two arguing lovers out of the room.

"Now, Hermione, I think the only thing we need to discuss is who is to be married first or would you rather we had a joint wedding?"

"I am not sure, Minerva. If it's a question of who goes first then I think you should get married before we do. It would make a nice surprise for everyone."

"No I think you and Ron should get married first and then we'll appear and announce our wedding as well."

"On the same day! I think a joint wedding would be perfect." Hermione said excitedly. "Albus, since my own father passed away several years ago would you please be my father for the day and give me away at the altar?"

Dumbledore grinned and nodded.

"So, shall we start to arrange all this then?" Minerva asked the others.

Nods all around.

When Hermione got back to her office she found it was deserted. Of course they were all in Harry and Draco's room. She made her way there and on the way found a pair of prefects out after curfew and told them that they must set a better example, and that it was a good thing she found them before Filch did. She sent them off to their common rooms and continued on her way chuckling slightly.

The sight that met her eyes when she entered the room was one of absolute peace. Harry and Ron were working out a quidditch training scheme on the sofa and Draco sat on the bed aimlessly flicking through a textbook which Hermione realised was the one belonging to the Half Blood Prince.

She flopped down on the bed as well and pulled out a stack of essays from her bag.

"The one bad thing about teaching is having to mark all these essays. I feel like I'm still the member of the trio who had to mark the other's essays before they handed them in."

"You did that for them?" Draco asked.

"Yes, they wouldn't have passed their exams if I hadn't let them copy off me. Oh not in the exam itself of course, but I let them revise from my notes."

"Well, you didn't exactly expect us to stay awake in History of Magic, did you?"

"No, Ron, of course not. Why we took that class for so long is still a mystery to me."

"I second that!" chorused the rest of the room.

"Ron, dear."

"Nothing good ever comes from you calling me 'dear'."

"It's about the wedding."

"She's gonna call it off. Hard luck, mate!"

"No, Harry. I was just wondering if Ron would let me do all the planning for it. You know you aren't much good at organising things, and I have a lot of ideas."

"Within reason, yes. If it doesn't get in the way of your lessons and spending time with us."

"Oh don't worry. Minerva and I have it all sorted out."

"What has she got to do with our wedding?"

"You'll see. All in good time my dear."

"She said it again."

"Shut up Harry."