Chapter Three

"So, would it be okay to have the wedding here at Xanthos castle?" Narcissa asked.

"Of course! I would love to get married here. This place has such a rich history, it would be lovely."

"Okay," she wrote the location down. "Now how many people are you planning to invite?"

"I'm not sure. My family is full of muggles, so I don't know."

"What about your mum?"

"I want her to come, but would it be okay to bring a muggle here?"

"It will be fine since she knows about magic. What about the Weasley's, Albus, Severus, Terry Boot, and Hannah Abbott."

"That's fine, but there is one more person I want here."

"And who would that be?"

"I know it would be hard to get the paperwork through the ministry and all, but I would like it if Lucius could be here to see his son get married."

"We can try honey." She put down fourteen chairs. She knew there was an extr one, but Hermione didn't need to know who the extra person was. "What type of cake would you like and how many layers?"

"Um, aren't Draco and I supposed to do a cake test first?"

"I completely forgot Hermione, I am so sorry." Narcissa apologized.

"It's alright. I'm sure that I would forget if it was my child getting married." Hermione smiled.

"I'm sure you wouldn't. Now, we need to go dress shopping."

"Dress shopping? As in wedding dress shopping?"

"Yes dear, we have to find you a wedding dress. We will plan the rest of the wedding when we get back. The dress is the most important part next to the wedding vows."

"OK Narcissa, where should we go?"

"We will go to Victoire's Lace, it's where all the Pureblood's get there wedding dresses."

"But Narcissa, I'm not a Pureblood."

"While you are with me, you will be considered one."

"Then let's go." The women walked back to the portal and to the boundaries of Malfoy Manor.

Draco had gone over to Blaise Zabini's Manor that evening. "Zabini, open up."

"Good evening Draco. What brings you over here?" Blaise asked.

"I was wondering if you would be my best man at my wedding."

"Sure. So who's the lucky girl?"

"Well, this morning I asked Hermione to marry me." A smile played on Draco's lips.

"So it's Granger. You finally told her how you felt?"

"Yes."

"Well, since you are getting married, I think it would be best to get a new tuxedo. I'm not saying that your others aren't nice or anything, it's just you wear them to formal parties. You need something new."

"Your sense of humor hasn't left you Zabini. So are we going to Dawn of Time or what?"

"Yes my friend, we are going to Dawn of Time."

Hermione and Narcissa walked into Victoire's Lace. Within thirty seconds they were swarmed by employee's. "One of you, go get Shelby Crosson." Narcissa ordered.

One of the many women went to the back and brought Shelby out. The rest of the women went back to tailoring dresses.

"Narcissa, darling, how have you been?" The two older women hugged.

"I've been great, how about you?"

"Oh just fabulous, Miss Parkinson is remarrying again and that's helping out business. Oh, and who is this child?"

"This is Hermione. She's Draco's fiancee." Narcissa held up Hermione's hand, showing Shelby the princess cut diamond ring.

"Hermione, darling, we just have to find you the perfect dress." Shelby pulled Hermione over to a rack of dresses. "Are you a virgin?"

"No. Does it matter?" Hermione asked, confused.

"Of course it matters, doll. See, if you by a wedding dress from a magical store and it's white and you're a virgin; then it will be white on your wedding day." A stern look appeared on her face, "But if you lie and say you're a virgin, then your dress will turn black and produce a putrid smell."

Hermione knew a lot about the wizarding world. Much more than most people. This was something new to her. Then again, she never really did any research on the clothing in the wizarding world.

"Oh." She started to look through a rack with black wedding dresses.

She picked out a Black Satin Faced Organza Ball Gown. "I like this one," she looked at the price tag, "but I cannot afford this price."

"I'm paying for the wedding Hermione." She told her. "You are soon going to be a Malfoy and will be treated like one."

"Thank you Narcissa, I appreciate this." A grin crept across her face. She still couldn't believe she would be related to Narcissa Malfoy.

Narcissa bought the dress and they headed back to the manor. They would wait for Draco to return and discuss their plans further.

Draco and Blaise made their way down to Dawn of Time, a mens tuxedo shop. They walked in and Draco snapped his fingers. A small house elf appeared. "How may Crunch serve you today?" The house elf bowed, asking shakily.

"I need to find a wedding tuxedo and so does my friend, but his will be casual."

"Come this way please." Crunch measured the two boys and found tuxedo's that fit.

Draco paid for the suits and tipped the small elf four galleons. Crunch was surprised at the strangers kindness. "Oh no, no, no. Crunch cannot accept this."

"I insist Crunch."

Crunch's eyes were wide. "Th-thank you kind sir. Crunch is very grateful."

Draco gave a slight smile to the elf and patted him on the head. "Anytime Crunch."

The two men apperated to the manor where Hermione and Narcissa were waiting for them.

"Hello Narcissa, Hermione."

"Hey Blaise, I see Draco has asked you to be his best man."

"Why indeed I am. May I have a word Hermione?"

"Sure." They walked into the hall. "What is it?"

"Don't let either of them fool you Granger. Things tend to get messy when a Malfoy tricks you. Stay on gaurd at all times."

Blaise was clutching her arms. "Blaise, your scaring me."

"Don't let them get to you." His eyes paled over.

"Blaise, let me go."

"Don't let them get to you. Don't let them get to you. Don't let them get to you." He kept repeating.

"Blaise Zabini, let go of me before I hex you."

The color returned to his face. He blinked several times and looked at her. Blaise saw that his grip was tight and let her go.

"Hermione?"

"Blaise?"

"Yes?"

"What do you mean 'Don't let them get to you'? Is something wrong?"

"What are you talking about Granger?"

"Um, never mind."

"Okay. Oh, congratulations. I can't wait for your wedding."

"You don't find it strange?"

"No, not really. I mean, if he didn't love you, he wouldn't have asked you to marry him. I know he's a git sometimes, but he's not evil."

"No, I guess not," Hermione looked to her feet.

"Come on now, we should get back in there." He opened the door to the parlor for her.

Inside the room, Draco and Narcissa were sitting in silence.

"Hermione, you and Draco will need to be here at five tomorrow for the cake test. In the mean time, why don't you three go celebrate at Three Broomsticks?"

"Sure Narcissa," Hermione said, smiling at Draco.

The three were about to go to the boundaries when Narcissa asked Blaise to stay behind for a moment. "I'll catch up to you two in a moment." He told the soon to be married couple.

Both nodded and left. "Blaise, tell me you weren't possessed again."

"I was. I don't know what came over me, but I know what I said. Hermione told me that I said, 'Don't let them gt to you.'"

"Blaise, you must learn to control this. Things could go astray and we do not want this to happen, do we?"

"No Narcissa."

"Good, because if it does, you know what is to come."

"Yes Narcissa, I know."

"Now go, they are waiting for you."

Blaise left Malfoy Manor to meet up with his friends for a well deserved shot of Fire Whisky.

A/N: Here is chapter three, hope you like it. Please review because I like hearing what you have to say except when the comments are mean :( because no one likes mean comments. A reviewer from Hermione's Savior pointed out that I had spelling errors. I went back and chacked and turns out you were right, I was actually using the original draft and not the edited final. Thank you Jess if you are reading this, I will go back and correct it when I am at a computer. I'm currently working on a phone since my computer crashed but I can upload from here. Thank you to all of my wonderful reviewers.