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Chapter 6

It was the busiest week they ever had. As the wedding drew nearer, the people at the Burrow became more and more stressed. There were people clearing the garden, cleaning the house in case people would want to go in, people setting up the tables and chairs and people sorting out wedding stuffs. Mrs. Weasley was far most the busiest one.

Hermione was assigned to organize and check the guest list, while she wrote down invitations. She thought she saw Malfoy's name there, thought it was just her imagination, but she checked again and his name was there. 'Draco Malfoy.'

She immediately tried to find Ginny, thinking that something must was wrong. Why would someone put Malfoy's name there, anyway? "Ginny!"

"What's wrong with you people? Must you shout?" asked Ron while shaking his head as he walked passed Hermione. He covered his ears in case there was more of it.

She saw Ginny out in the garden playing with Isabella. They were running around, and they looked like they were having a lot of fun. Isabella saw her mom and waved at her, gesturing her to come over.

"Hey honey, Can I talk to Aunt Gin for a while? I promise it'll be quick."

"Why what's the problem?"

"Well there's –"

"I didn't do it!" exclaimed Isabella.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at her. "What is it that you didn't do?"

"Well, what problem are you talking about?" said Isabella, confused.

"The guest list, why is there anymore problem?" Hermione prodded, raising her eyebrow at her.

"Oh that. Never mind. I think Uncle Ron is calling me. Let's play again later, Aunt Gin. Bye!" Isabella hurriedly ran to the house, not giving her mother a chance to ask what trouble she's gotten in.

"Problems about the guest list?" said Ginny as she sat under the tree.

"Um, yeah. I think someone tried to make fun of the guest list and thought it would be funny to put Malfoy's name there. I mean were not friends with him right?" she said, trying to look amused.

"Nothing's wrong. Malfoy is invited and so is Pansy"

'Pansy? She's invited too?' Hermione thought ruefully. "What? Why? What are you, best friends with them now?"

Ginny could still clearly see that after all this years, Hermione still hated Malfoy's guts. Ginny couldn't blame her; the guy was a prick back then. "Don't be like that 'Mione. It's nothing like that. We're just friends. You know a lot has changed after the war. People were now able to be who they want to be, act how they want to. They're not scared anymore, they know that no one is watching their every move" Chuckling. She tried to light up the mood but she was absolutely failing.

"So you're telling me that—that son of a bitch, Malfoy is now nice?"

"Well… to cut the point, Yeah."

"Ginny, this is Draco fucking Malfoy we're talking about here. Nice is not in his vocabulary. He's pure evil; he's like the devil's spawn or something bad like that."

"Obviously, you still hate the guy."

"Still hate him? Of course I still hate him! You know what he did to me back at Hogwarts. He kept calling me names, he made our life hell, and he tried to embarrass Ron as much as he could. How can you guys just forget about all that?"

"I don't know. I guess we just got tired of arguing with them. We didn't forget about all that Hermione. We just chose to forgive him. He did apologize to us and we forgave him. It is much easier than hating. If you still feel for him that way, I guess we can cross him out in the guest list—"

'I would definitely like that,' Hermione thought. "No sorry. I didn't mean to blow up like that. That was selfish of me. This is your wedding and it's not my business to interfere with whoever you want to come on your wedding day. I'm sorry I overreacted."

"Are you sure?"

She wanted to tell her that she didn't want to see him and that they shouldn't invite him but that would be unfair to Harry and Ginny. "I'm sure. I say we forget about all this and just go inside and see what other problems we have."

"Er—I think I know."

"If it involves the twins, there is definitely trouble going on."

THE WEDDING

It was Harry and Ginny's special day. All of them are excited except for Hermione. This was her nightmare in action. She was happy for her friends, but she was also scared for herself and Isabella. As selfish as it sounded, she just wanted to take Isabella out of there and go back home.

"So Hermione, what do you think?" Ginny's dress was beautiful. It complimented her shape well, and she looked great in it.

"That dress is definitely made for you! I'm so happy for you Ginny!" She was already starting to get teary eyed.

"Thank you. But please don't cry, save it for later." she said, laughing. This was really not the moment for crying and besides they didn't want to ruin their make ups.

She instantly wiped her tears, and hugged her friend, still trying to hold back her tears. "I always knew you guys were meant for each other."

Isabella entered the room, looking annoyed for some reason. She looked adorable in her flower girl dress. It hung just above the knee but it fitted her perfectly.

They both looked at her, chuckling. "What's the problem?" asked Hermione. "You don't like your dress?"

"It's not the dress; it's this flower in my head. I don't like it."

"Well, if you don't like it then don't wear it," said Ginny, admiring herself in the mirror. "Or better yet, come over here and give me a hug."

Ginny had to kneel down so Isabella could reach her. "Don't worry, Aunt Gin. If Uncle Harry hurts you or make you cry, just call me and Mister Snuggles and I will come to the rescue," Isabella spoke, beaming.

"That's very sweet of you. Thank you and I will definitely call if something bad happens," she said winking at her.

"Or you can just call mama, and she'll tell me and then I'll come."

"That, I will."

"Well," Isabella began while waving them good bye. "I have to go now. Uncle Harry and I still have some business to talk about."

"Just don't hurt yourself honey," said Hermione while shaking her head at her daughter's silliness.

"I love that kid. I'm definitely going to miss her. It was a shame that his father didn't get to meet her though."

"What?"

"She told me her dad is already dead. Poor bloke."

"Oh" Again, she was speechless when it comes to that.

"We are all gathered here to witness these two people receive the Holy Matrimony. If anyone thinks that these people should not get married, do so—"

Hermione look around, trying to see if anyone will object. Well, she was actually lying to herself; the real reason was she was looking around was that she was searching for him. Seeing there was no blonde there, she finally gave herself time to breathe and enjoy the wedding.

"Do you Ginerva Weasley, take Harry Potter as your lawfully wedded husband, through thick or thin, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"

"I do," Ginny spoke, smiling at Harry.

"Do you Harry Potter, take Ginerva Weasley as your lawfully wedded wife, through thick and thin, in sickness and in—"

"I do," Harry was obviously eager to get this over with.

"Thank you for the interruption" said the minister, raising his eyebrow and looking slightly offended. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now—"

That was his cue. He didn't let the minister finish, he swooped Ginny up and kissed her for the first time as husband and wife.

Everybody was having fun, there were people eating, dancing and laughing. It was a successful event. Even Hermione was having fun. She even saw Isabella and Teddy dancing together and looked like they known each other for years. She bet they're going to be best friends.

And just when she thought her problem was solved, she saw the man she was dreading to see, looking handsome in his suit, with Pansy on his side. They looked great. She even thought they'd make a great couple until she realized that she needed a place to hide because he's coming over their way.

"Malfoy! Pansy! I thought you guys would never come," said Harry, shaking hands with Malfoy.

"I had to finish some business first. Congratulations by the way."

"Thanks. Just help yourself and enjoy. Oh Pansy, Ginny is looking for you. She wanted to thank you for the dress. She's over there talking to Luna."

Draco left Pansy and he tried to find the reason why he even went to the wedding. He saw her daughter dancing like a chicken with Teddy, so that means that she is here too. 'Where are you Granger,' he thought, looking around the garden. Giving up, he decided to go inside the house, hoping she was there.

Hermione saw him leave, and again she let out a sigh of relief. 'Maybe he has lots of work to do, and just decided to just greet Harry and Ginny and come back to his office. He is a busy man, after all,' she told to herself a lot of times. Knowing that she needed to let out her stress, she decided to wash the dirty dishes to forget about that blonde.

For some reason, luck was on his side as he spotted her by the sink. She didn't hear him come in, she looked like she was concentrating on washing the dishes. 'Typical Granger,' he thought. She was a witch; she can use magic to make life easier, but no she had to wash the dishes, the Muggle way. She hasn't changed at all. He came up to her, thinking it would be nice to surprise her.

"Granger, I haven't seen you for such a long time." He tapped her shoulder.

Turning around, she came face to face with Draco Malfoy. "Oh shit."