Disclaimer- I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER!
Hermione shifted uncomfortably, and winced when one of several pins jabbed her. She sighed irritably. Standing around for hours at a time with seamstresses pinning up yards of white fabric wasn't exactly her idea of fun. But the wedding was in two weeks, and Hermione didn't really have a choice.
"OW!" She yelped when a particularly vicious pin decided it would be fun to stab Hermione in the ribs. "Could you please hurry up? I still have to write that Potions essay on the effects of the Wolfsbane Potion on muggles, and it's due tomorrow. And then I have to practice that spell for Charms, and then there's-" The women stopped working and stared at her. "Whoops. Err…forget it, just continue torturing me." She had momentarily forgotten that they were muggles. Oops.
Again, she started mentally composing a hate note to all wedding planners who didn't understand that the persons getting married could perform magic, therefore eliminating the need for fittings and calls to various caterer, photographer, etc. Hermione sighed. It would also help if she weren't in the spotlight so often. Just in the past week, she had gotten TWENTY-THREE requests for television interviews, and tons of letters from random people she didn't know, much less care about whether or not they hated her.
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"Finally," Hermione muttered, stepping into the fireplace, and appearing in the common room. "I thought I'd never get out of there. All those pins and needles and measuring tapes and UGH! I swear, I will NEVER attend any fitting again. Well, except for that one last fitting next week…"
Draco watched her, an amused smile flitting across his face. Hermione finally noticed him approximately two seconds later. "How'd you get here so fast? I could've sworn I saw you still getting fittings done when I left."
Draco rolled his eyes. "And they call you the smartest girl in our year. I sent an image of myself, duh. You honestly thought I'd sit-er, stand- through hours of fussy women tweaking my clothes? Not likely."
"What, so I've been going through hours of torture and you've been sitting here lounging around sipping lemonade? No fair. Though I may try that next time." Hermione added thoughtfully. "So what have you been doing in your wonderfully free Saturday afternoon?"
"Going over the stupid plans. Apparently, we're each supposed to invite like one hundred guests. And then there are all those press people who'll want to take pictures and whatever. And guess what? The wedding planners say it's my responsibility to send out all the invitations. All two hundred of them. I'm going to have to look up all the addresses, hand write all the invitations, and hire like one hundred owls to deliver them. And then-"
"Draco? Stop talking. You're starting to ramble. Anyways, I can help with the invitations. And we can't use owls for everyone. I have some muggle friends I want to invite, and they don't exactly use owl post."
"Good, that means I won't have to do as much… Wait, what? What do you mean 'muggle friends'? We aren't going to invite muggles to the wedding. It's enough that I have to put up with mudbl- er, muggleborns like you at our school. I'm not going to invite them to our wedding too. Especially when they aren't even magical."
Hermione's eyes flashed dangerously. "Yes, we are going to invite them. They're my friends, and I think they deserve to be invited. I mean, we're allowed to choose our own guests; you pick yours, and I pick mine. It's my choice who I pick, and it's none of your business."
Draco thought a moment. "Fine. So I can invite anyone I want?" The look in his eyes worried Hermione, but she nodded anyway.
Draco smirked, then got up and went to their shared room to work on his list.
Hermione sat down on one of the armchairs, and got out a quill, ink, and a piece of parchment. She thought a moment, and started writing names down.
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An hour later, Draco came back to the common room, with his completed list in his hand. Hermione quickly wrote down the last person- her sort-of friend Ellen- and looked up. She held out her list. "Can I see yours?"
Draco hesitated a moment, then traded lists. He scanned the names briefly, seeing plenty of muggles, and more than a few wizards and witches he didn't like: Harry Potter and Ron Weasley included. A sudden sound from Hermione caused Draco to grin. Apparently, she had gotten halfway down his list, where he had listed several Death Eaters and their sons/daughters. He had known it would irk her.
Hermione spluttered. "You can't invite Death Eaters! They'll kill everyone! And the muggle media will get wind of it, and there'll be rumors flying all over the place." Her eyes narrowed. "You did this just to bug me, didn't you?"
Draco grinned. "Guilty as charged. And if you get to invite your muggle friends, then I think I should be able to invite whoever I'd like. After all, you said it was my choice."
Hermione glared, then relented. "Fine, just as long as they behave themselves."
Draco smirked. "Of course they will."
SO SO sorry for the wait! I was totally busy, and then I was reading other storied on FictionPress.
Oh, and I've changed my pen name. It's now Amy H Tak.
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