Hermione woke to a distant murmur of voices. She sat up in bed when the door opened and Ginny walked in.

"Oh good you're up," Ginny said.

"Is Damien here?" Hermione asked.

"No Mom's going to bring him to the church so you can see him before the ceremony."

"I miss him terribly," she said.

Ginny nodded and said, "You better hurry the hairdressers here already."

"Already? Okay well I'm on my way."

Ginny walked out of the room. Hermione picked up the picture that was sitting on her bedside table, it was of her, Draco and Damien on the front steps of the manor.

"Ginny," Hermione called.

"Coming."

Hermione picked up the second picture. It was of her and Ginny just before the end of her sixth year. The final picture she grabbed was of her, Harry and Ron standing and waving from the porch of The Burrow. Tears welled up in her eyes just as Ginny walked in the door. Seeing the tears rolling down Hermione's face she rushed over to her side.

"What's wrong?" she asked fearfully.

"Ginny, am I doing the right thing?"

Ginny was so shocked by this that she was lost for words, "Uh…well…Hermione why are you asking that?'

"I don't know, I can't believe I'm even asking this," she said.

"You love him though, right?"

"More than anything. But I also love my freedom and you, Harry and Ron."

Ginny nodded, "Could you imagine spending your life without him?"

"No," Hermione said really quickly, "When I'm with him I feel so alive and he's great with Damien and the sex…the sex is amaz…"

"Okay I get the picture," Ginny cried.

"Oh sorry," Hermione said sheepishly, "But it is really."

"I get it, so why are you asking if you're doing the right thing?"

"I guess I'm sorta worried that this has all been a front and he's still the Malfoy that we knew years ago and he's like his father…I'm horrible, how can I think this?" she cried.

"All I can say Hermione is if you love him like I'm 99.9 sure that you do then…"

"You're right Gin, I guess I'm just overreacting. Thanks," she jumped out of bed and bounced into the bathroom.

"Weird, it's like she has uncontrollable hormo..oh god," she said to herself, "Hermione," she called.

"What?" she called joyfully from the bathroom.

"Are you pregnant?" Ginny asked cautiously.

"God no, I won't let that happen again. Why?"

"Just it's like you're having mood swings again."

Hermione stepped out of the bathroom and said, "We better get going. Are Pamela and Andrea here yet?"

"They are."

Hermione walked into the closet and searched for something. Finally she found it, slipped it in her pocket before Ginny could see it and turned the light out and joined Ginny. They walked together down into the dining room where Angela the best hairdresser in the wizarding world-or so Draco said and he should know-was going to be doing the girls hair.

Pamela already had her hair done and was watching from the corner as Andrea sat getting hers done. Andrea was Draco's second cousin on Narcissa's side (a/n just made this up) and was a right bitch, or so Hermione thought. She was so stuck up that she had attended Dumbstrang and Hermione didn't and never missed an opportunity to tell her that she was a lot better than Hermione would ever be. Hermione had really not wanted her to be one of her bridesmaids but Andrea's mother must have said something to Draco because overnight he changed his mind and said Andrea would be Hermione's third bridesmaid.

"Look at that smirk on her face like this is all just a big joke to her," Hermione whispered to Pamela and Ginny, "I hate that smirk."

"Draco's is exactly the same," Ginny said.

"No it's not," Hermione protested.

"It isn't but because you are madly in love with him you don't see it," Pamela said.

"Whatever," Hermione said.

Ginny was next to get her hair done. Hermione had decided that all three girls would have their hair down with curls throughout it. Ginny's hair was done and then it was Hermione's turn. Angela took half an hour to get Hermione's hair right. She kept doing it and then finding a flaw in it so she would flick her wand and Hermione's hair would be back to normal and then she would flick her wand and start again. After she finished she held up a mirror and Hermione gasped, she hadn't seen her hair look so good since the Yule Ball. The front was pulled up and curled on the top of her head and the rest of her hair was down her back in soft curls. "It's amazing," she breathed.

"Well thank you. Now you girls better get you're make up done quickly," Angela said, "Well good luck."

"Draco and you talked about payment right?" Hermione asked.

"Of course don't worry about a thing Mr. Malfoy and I have everything straightened out. Have a good day," she then apparated with a pop. Pamela, Andrea and Ginny had gotten their make up done while Hermione was getting her hair done so they snuck out of the room as Hermione was getting hers done. She tried to get up from her seat when her mother walked in but the makeup artist just pushed her back in the chair.

"Hi mom," she said.

"Oh Hermione, you're hair looks gorgeous."

"Thanks."

"How are you doing?"

"Well besides breaking down and bawling to Ginny about how is didn't know if I was doing the right thing everything's going well."

The girls reentered the room holding champagne glasses and a couple bottles of champagne that Hermione recognized from their wine cellar.

"So you found the wine cellar?"

"Oh we found it ages ago," Ginny said as she popped the cork and poured everyone a glass.

The make up artist finished and said, "You're not going to drink that are you it will mess up your lipstick?"

"Thank you," Hermione said patiently.

The woman apparated away and Hermione took a large gulp from the glass.

"Guess you aren't pregnant," Ginny said.

"What?" Miranda practically yelled.

"I told you I wasn't Ginny," Hermione said, "I'm not Mom."

"That's good," Miranda said, "Now you girls better get dressed. We have to be at the church in an hour."

The photographer arrived just as Hermione finished getting on her dress. He started snapping pictures of all the girls in their crystal colour A-line halter dresses with Empire waists and Hermione in her dress.

Miranda walked in and said, "Sorry to interrupt but we have to get going now."

Everyone gathered everything they needed and prepared to apparate…

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a/n Sorry I know it's short and it took forever to get posted. Please review. I want to see if we can reach 300 by the end of this story. Thanks