"Minerva, I honestly don't know what to do," Bathsheda Babbling sighed as she sank into a cushy armchair.

"For what, dear?"

"Well, as you know, Andrew finally popped the question."

"Yes," Minerva smiled fondly as she recalled the week following that particular date, where the younger professor had gone everywhere with a giant smile on her face.

"Well, you see, the problem is, um, well…" Bathsheda trailed off, blushing.

"Yes?" Minerva prodded gently.

"We both want a larger wedding, but we can't… I mean, we have to... our parents can't help us out." Bathsheda stumbled out, blushing.

Minerva understood. "You don't have enough money?"

Bathsheda nodded.

"Nothing wrong with that," Minerva said bracingly. "I'll see what I can do… maybe some sort of fundraiser."

Bathsheda looked up in shock. "You'd do that? For me?"

"Of course. Every girl deserves to walk down the aisle in white and make all the other girls jealous." Minerva offered a small smile. Bathsheda hugged her, sure that this would work out.

Minerva was less sure, when, three days later, she still couldn't think of what on earth to do. It's not like she could put together a car wash, could she? It was nearing Christmas! Besides, only Muggles… Minerva sat up. Muggles. Muggle-borns. Hermione. Of course! Not only was the girl extremely empathetic, but she was smart, too. If anyone could help her, it would be Hermione.

"Miss Granger, please stay after class." Minerva asked the girl on the last class before the winter holidays. Hermione exchanged a glance with Harry, wondering what she had done.

"You aren't in trouble." Minerva explained once Harry had finally left.

"Oh." Hermione tried to not look relieved and failed.

"I have a small problem that I was hoping you could help me with."

"Oh?" This time, the monosyllabic word was tinged with curiosity.

"Yes," Minerva smiled. "I have a friend who… needs help to make ends meet for her wedding. I was thinking some sort of–"

"Fundraiser?" Hermione interrupted, looking thoughtful.

"Yes. A Wizarding one. Do you think you could help out?" Minerva asked, her eyes searching the younger girl's for acceptance.

"Of course. Professor Babbling deserves a grand wedding." Hermione declared before spinning on her heel and walking out. Minerva chuckled to herself. Why hadn't she thought of Hermione in the first place?

"—think of is the ever-so-cliché bake sale!" George paused outside his sister's room. Why was Hermione ranting about baking, especially at the Burrow, of all places?

"Would that even raise enough money? A wedding needs quite a bit…" He heard Ginny say.

"No. We could pair it with something else, I'm sure, but…"

"Excuse me, but why are you two trying to raise money for a wedding? Harry hasn't popped the question, has he?" George smirked at his sister, who glared at him.

"No. McGonagall asked Hermione to raise money for a friend's wedding." Ginny said. "And you're lucky that I can't use magic outside of school, George Weasley."

He smiled carelessly. "Why not do a calendar shoot?"

"Who would buy a calendar of… whatever?" Hermione stared at him.

"Of yourselves. And plenty of people, if you shot the right things." George winked at the two girls, then left, whistling a jaunty tune.

A/N: Slytherinslut13 writes all the odd chapters, while BroadwayStarletQueen writes all the even chapters, save 12, which was written by slytherinslut13. This story has been written in full and will be updated once a week on Saturday.