A/N: Oh, God. Oh, God, oh, God, oh God.

So in the last chapter of my story, I said that Hermione and Draco would get married July 3rd. I posted the chapter June 7th. It is now July 28th. Wow, who here feels here feels like an complete moron right now? I know I do!

I am so unbelievably sorry. I am an idiot. A lazy, non-updating idiot and if I could change that, I would. But I can't. And I feel horrible because Hermione and Draco's wedding was postponed. Because of me! So now the date for the wedding has been set to mid August. I'm thinking the 28th would be appropriate. IF school doesn't start by then, and I wont be busy shopping, I am positive that the wedding will occur then. I'm sorry for me being inconsiderate and inconvenient-I cant plan a wedding that easy at my age! Then again, if this werewolf gets done earlier, I will set the date earlier in said story.

So here we go.

Hermione stripped herself of the overly ruffly dress. "I like the veil on this one, but the dress is horrifying!"

"Right," Ginny said. They were inside Madam Malkin's, spare days before Hermione's wedding. Ginny was surprisingly very good at this-her Mum did not like the idea of her planning the wedding, but Ginny was in her last year of Hogwarts, she would have time before school.

Hermione stood between isles of white and off-white, pondering her meeting with her parents and Draco. The event had went well, but her parents seemed a little...off. But she dismissed this in her mind. She surveyed a dress and veil set and smiled. "I'll be back!" She flew into the dressing rooms, Ginny could tell from the subtle creak in the door as it closed. After signs of struggling, Hermione opened the door with a flourish.

The dress seemed a little opaque than the rest of the whites-her waist and up was hugged by the silk, her sides also constricted in the sleeveless formatting. The dress went down as a normal gown and below her arse, fabric wrapped slightly around the flourish of fabric going vertically. In the front, the ruffles of the darker white went down to her ankles but pulled back.

"Mm, mm, no," Ginny said with a glance.

"You hardly looked at it!" Hermione said in an accusing tone. She furrowed her brow and looked back down-her stomach felt tightened against the fabric. She didn't like to sensation-or was it her stomach itself? "M-maybe we'll keep looking."

"Exactly, Mione. Really, when you find a dress that's for you, you'll know it's for you. So, bridesmaids?" She asked, fingering a veil in the Muggle designer section.

"You, of course!(Ginny smiled.) And..Fleur maybe?"

Ginny furrowed her brow once again but she went on. "Maybe someone from school...no...maybe..."

"Invite Parkinson, just so shove in her face!" Ginny giggled. It ceased when Hermione threw a angry look and her laughs ceased.

"How about Mrs. Weasley? She's not too old to be a bridesmaid.."

"My mum would be ecstatic to be in your wedding!" Hermione nodded as she picked up another dress, walking into the dressing room. The red head tapped her foot impatiently, and Hermione opened the door.

This dress looked quite firm fitting, but Hermione beamed down at her form. It looked a bit like a corset, but had wide, loose fabric that seemed to float up as she walked before resting on her shoulders. She spun and there were laces on the back that seemed artificial, put there for decor. The torso hugged her sides and in a "W" shape came the most pure white fabric they'd ever seen, just covering her waist. Then it extended into a wide hoopskirt. The hoopskirt was a bit visible, of course, but wasn't so off that when she walked it moved from side to side on her waist. There was lace that was against the hoopskirt all around, stuck to it tightly; the floaty fabric didn't sit straight, but rather the lace that twisted, turned and curled against the silk make a pattern as if Hermione's dress had attracted wild growth. The lace itself was glittered with rhinestones of pure silver.

Before Ginny could give her opinion, Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Granger appeared with a crack in front of them. The red headed woman strode forward, looking flustered.

"Oh, dears! We went to Hermione's apartment room, and Draco was there with Harry, said that you two were here, why did you invite us?" Mrs. Weasley had a stern tone, but was breathless as if she had been running for a bit.

"We're sorry..." Ginny trailed off lazily. "But we just wanted to it our way."

"And dear, you will, but we have to help. Draco doesn't have a mother or a father to help with those things. But Hermione, would you look at that dress!"

At the same time, Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Granger said their comments. Mrs. Weasley said "Gorgeous.. and Mrs. Granger said, "Old-fashioned." They gave each other surprised glances and Hermione, shifting uncomfortably, took the two-layered lace veil and watched in the mirror as she affixed it to her head.

"Well, it looks so 19th Century.." Hermione's mother said doubtfully.

"Yes, but that adds style and grace, and we both know our 'Mione is both," Mrs. Weasley said in a slightly strained voice, adding a forced smile.

"At the same time, we don't want her looking ancient." Mrs. Granger gave a high pitched, nervous laugh. Ginny linked arms with Hermione, pulling her away from the scene.

"Do you like this dress?" She asked, her eyes surveying her several times.

"Ginny. I love it. This is really what I want to wear to marry the man I love." Hermione sa

id, her voice trailing to a whisper. The corners of Ginny's mouth pulled up into a smile.

"Excellent." She pulls Hermione to the dressing room. "Take it off, we'll reserve it, pay for it and leave to see how the boys are doing." Hermione nodded before she shut the opaque blue dressing room door. Within the minute, she was holding the dress and veil in one hand, and two-inch-heeled white shoes. They walked to the counter and Madam Malkin's assistant stood there beaming brightly.

"We'd like to reserve this for August 20th," Ginny said politely to her, and she nodded. The woman took out her wand.

"What name would you like to put on it?" She asked, looking between the bride and the bridesmaid.

Together, Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Granger uttered their own last names. The surprised looks were exchanged again. Hermione blinked, indifferent. She turned back to the assistant.

"Hermione Granger," she said, ignoring Mrs. Weasley confused glance. The helper looked scared, as if this would cause a scene. Hermione dug through her purse. "How much'll it be?"

"120 Galleons," The woman said quickly. Ginny's head snapped up so fast, she planned a hand at the back of it, wincing.

"Excuse me? Galleons?" Hermione's mother asked, bewildered.

"Wizarding money, Mum," Hermione said exasperatedly, as if it were the easiest thing to figure out.

"Can we exchange it?" She asked, digging through her own purse.

"Don't, please, I'll pay for it!" The red head shuffled forward and placed a good 20 Galleons on the table, along with a couple Sickles. The woman stared down and blinked. Ginny put in 10 spare ones she had with her, and Hermione had 15.

"Oh, no, it's not enough..." Hermione bit her lip and her brow furrowed.

"You mustn't pay for it, I'll trade in my pounds for it at the local bank," Hermione's mother piped in.

"I'll do it, Fred and George are doing wonderfully at their shop, I must admit. I'll write a note!" Mrs. Weasley said, pulling out what looked like a checkbook. Ginny looked at Hermione, who nodded. "If she wants to."

"I'm her mother." Ginny, Hermione, and Mrs. Weasley turned to the woman, who stood, politely staring back, holding her purse strap with two hands to her knees. Hermione looked surprised at how curtly her mother said that.

"Mum..." Hermione raised an eyebrow. Mrs. Weasley stepped to the woman, and looked down, pausing before staring up into her eyes with a forced smile.

"I realize that," Mrs. Weasley said coolly. "But she has been staying with our family most of the time during the summers, she's basically family to Arthur, Ginny and I." Hermione bit her bottom lip and turned, taking out her own checkbook. She wrote the amount and signed it quickly, handing it to the woman behind the counter. They all snapped their attention back to the woman, who put it in the register, underneath the money tray.

"Hermione..." Her mother started.

"It's of no worry. Draco and I work. It's fine,we have enough money," Hermione said quickly. Not bearing to see her mother and Ginny's fight, she grabbed Ginny's arm and walked out of the shop.

"I'm so sorry, it's just, ever since Fred and George started the shop and Harry got the promotion, we haven't been tight about money anymore," Ginny said, worriedly, holding her friends hand.

Hermione squeezed it. "And I'm sorry to leave them in there. But Harry, Ron, and Draco? Working stiffs? Who would've imagined it, eh?" They laughed and chattered about it.

"How about Luna for a bridesmaid?" Ginny said suddenly, walking down the cobblestone street.

"Oh, bloody hell, I forgot to invite her and Neville...I'll do that soon enough," Hermione nodded, muttering to herself.

"So me, Luna and Mum?"

"But then my mum will become angry, I know it. At least hurt. I think I should only have you two." Hermione tapped her chin and looked up into the cloudy sky.

"And catering?" Ginny inquired.

"McGonagall said that they'll take care of the food. I must thank her for that." Hermione smiled to herself. Only a month away and she would be in bliss. She frowned suddenly. Even though she was with her best friend in the streets of Diagon Alley, she knew something was missing. She felt a small pain in her stomach. What was it?

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"I'm telling you, this place is not just for women!" Harry said frustratedly to him as they walked into Madam Malkin's.

"I used to go here where I was a kid, and I was the only boy," Draco complained.

"May I help you?" A pretty young shop helper walked to them, her green pin saying "madam Malkin's" shining in the light.

"Well, indeed you can," Draco said with a playful wink, sending the woman into a blush and giggles. Harry threw him a furtive glance while Draco just raised an eyebrow at the woman, surveying her head to foot.

"What would you like today, sir?" She giggled, flipping a mane of her dirty blond hair back before lightly brushing his shoulder. She looked back to the man behind him and gave an impressively loud gasp.

"Oh-oh, my God! You're Harry Potter!" She said in an airy voice, dumbstruck.

"That I am." Draco gave him a cold look, and he could've sworn he got a smirk in return.

"I am so, like, wow! You defeated You-Know-Who! Amazing!" she squealed, forgetting the blonde man she flirting with earlier and going to the woman behind the counter, whispering in her ear. The woman's eyes followed her friends, and they widened. They both were sent into fits of giggles.

"Let's just find the suits, okay?" Draco muttered, going past aisles of different robes until they reached the "Wedding Attire" aisle, where suits, dresses and bridesmaid dresses hung.

"All right, let's do this." Draco inhaled deeply and picked the first one he saw. Harry had a pleasant smile on his face.

"What?" Draco asked suspiciously. He then looked down at the suit-instead of having a standard necktie, it had a striped tie that when down to the suit's torso. Draco frowned and felt a blush creep onto his cheeks.

"I didn't know you and Hermione were going to go so formal you have to wear an actual tie," Harry quipped.

"Ha, ha.." Draco sneered before flipping through the suits. Stupid Boy Who Lived, I didn't want him to be my best man anyways! I'd rather it was Blaise-Draco stopped in mid thought. Blaise, when was the last time he had thought about him? His supposed best mate?

Draco's eyes were shadowed under his hair as he gripped the railing of the clothing rack. The one who had convinced him.

"Come on, Draco, it's almost time!" Draco looked out the window of the sullen cabin to their fathers.

"I don't think...what if...Hermione is loyal. She'd never get all cozy with Weasel! Even if I..." He kicked his bed, his veins in his neck fitting to burst. His head throbbed with pain.

"Listen, Draco," Blaise said flatly. "If Mudblood loved you, she would've been there by now. She wouldn't have left, and she wouldn't have been all happy with those blood traitors and Potter." He put a and on his shoulder hesitantly. "Just let go." he tightened his grip.

Draco looked at the door apprehensively. He looked back at Blaise with eyes full of contempt. "Let's go."

"Malfoy. Malfoy, let's go!" Draco snapped his head up and turned to a messy haired boy, who stood staring at him. He noticed wrapped around his arm is his own suit. "Are you going to pick a suit?"

"Uhm, yes." He turned back to the rack and stared blankly, surveying them as if he knew what he was doing. He picked the nearest, slightly coat-tailed suit. He went into the dressing room and Harry leaned against the wall, checking his watch. Draco came out, necktie and all.

"Well, Potter?" He asked smugly, spinning on the spot and winking as if he were on the fashion runway.

"Don't do that. Looks sharp. Let's go." Harry trudged off to the counter where he saw the brown haired girl, looking at him with hopeful, sparkling eyes. He reserved it and took out Draco's Galleons and his own before leaving, Draco in tow. They walked down the cobblestone streets silently, trying to avoid each others eyes.

Harry looked at him and he hesitantly said, "Why did you want me to be your best man?"

"Because Hermione made me," Draco muttered quickly. Harry stared at him still with an unfathomable look. What did he actually think about Harry? Draco ran a hand through his hair.

"So when are you and Weasley tying the knot?" Draco asked Harry, snapping him out of his reverie. His green eyes turned from curious to angry.

"What are you trying to say about Ron?" he asked threateningly, his hand on his back pocket in case a duel was necessary. Draco put his hands up in a defensive position.

"I was talking about the girl, you sodding idiot!" Draco said defensively. Harry's eyebrows raised and his face flushed.

"Me and Ginny are..having issues about that..." Harry trailed off, looking away. Draco gave a slight nod. They didn't say anything for a period of time after that.

"Potter...how would you like to..er, come over till the girls come home and have some firewhiskey or some butterbeer? If that's you fancy?" Draco felt his jaw clench. It would be for her.

Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise again. "I'd-sure."

Draco nodded quickly, still trying to avoid his emerald eyes. "Best go now." As if he had given Harry a signal, they both turned on the spot at once and found themselves in their flat.

"Mione will go mad if you don't take off your shoes," Draco quipped, and Harry actually could form a genuine smile as he took them off. They rounded the corner and Draco's eyes widened at who was on the couch in their room, watching football. He whipped his wand out.

"Weasley?!" Draco exclaimed. The red head turned his head and sneered.

"Malfoy. Hey, Harry, what are you doing with him?" Ron asked, getting up.

"An even better question: what are you doing in our apartment?" Draco asked, outraged. Harry stood between the two, eyeing them carefully; Hermione would be broken up if her fiancee and her best friend fought, so he'd have to control that.

Ron shrugged. "I'm waiting for 'Mione."

"Thought I smelled poor," Draco snickered before throwing his coat over the kitchen table. Harry put a hand on an advancing Ron's chest.

"Don't." Harry said threateningly. "As much as I hate him, Hermione doesn't want anyone in the hospital. Keep in mind she loves him."

"Oh, she's reminded me enough of-"

"MERLIN'S SAGGY LEFT BOLLOCK!" Ron and Harry, alarmed by Draco's cry turned to him.

He held in his right hand a jar of pickles-well, there were no pickles left-with nothing but pickle juice and small remnants. His left hand pointed at Ron.

"You ate. My pickles," Draco said in a gravely voice. The Boy Who Lived's eyes widened-he had never seen Draco look so lowly in his life as he jabbed a finger in his best mate's general direction.

"Yeah, so what if I did?" Ron asked in a small voice. Draco stared at him, his silvery grey eyes suddenly becoming darker. They froze in a silence. They heard a door slam and Harry jumped.

"Home. Draco, can we go and taste-" Hermione came into the doorway and stared at the scene before her. Harry, standing next to Ron on his guard, Ron , looking fearful, and Draco staring at him coldly. "...Cakes?"

The boys finally noticed her presence. "Hermione!" Ron said, beaming, arms outstretched. She hugged him tightly and looked up to see a relieved Harry and an angry Draco. Hermione stared at him curiously before breaking the hug.

"So, did you hear?" She held out her hand that wasn't carrying her purse and several wedding pamphlets, wiggling her fingers to show her diamond ring.

"Oh, yeah, Harry told me." he shot a glare at him, and Harry looked puzzled at why Ron was angry at him for his friend's and his enemy's union.

"What happened?" Hermione asked at once, raising an eyebrow. She looked at the empty pick jar in Draco's hand. She turned to Ron and asked quietly, "You ate his pickles, didn't you?"

"What is it with you and pickles?" Harry asked, incredulously to Draco.

Hermione sighed. "Ever since we moved to Muggle London, pickles, something he's never had before, is a fetish. Eats them with everything, the madman does." She looked back at Ron, who was red. "Wonderful to see you."

"Yeah, you too." Ron leaned down and gave her a swift kiss on the cheek.

"Oh, Ron, it's been forever," Hermione said, feeling a slight heat on her face. Draco then reached over and grabbed Hermione's hand as she let out a surprised, "Oh!", whipping her back against his other arm and dipping her before slowly and deeply kissing her. Hermione felt her arms automatically holding onto his neck. He broke the kiss, staring down at her.

"How was your day, love?" He whispered, his face an inch from her, stroking her hair down. Hermione blinked.

"Well, I...fantastic, now," she replied, bewildered. He lifted her back up with a hand, twirling her back to her spot where she stood in front of Ron, who's face was as red as chilli peppers. Harry stared with an embarrassed and impressed expression. She looked dazed.

"I'm going to go read some of these pamphlets...Ginny's at home, waiting for you..Ron, please try to get along with him...Draco, don't get too mad..." Hermione stumbled into the doorway, in a fit of giggles. The girl looked back and they could all see her cheeks were red, her eyes glazed over as if hypnotized. She then gained her composure again, clearing her throat before the only sounds in the flat were her feet against the wood, the shut of her door and her second round of giggles. Draco stared at her smugly, then looked at Ron.

"Harry, like Hermione said, Gin's waiting for you. We should go," Ron said curtly.

"I-I've got to admit. You've certainly got style." Harry had an impressed and surprised expression plastered to his face. He smirked back as Harry and Ron Disapparated out of sight. He stared at the place where the red head once stood. He breathed a chuckle and murmured, "Beat that, Weasel."

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Draco yawned, stretching as he walked into the room. So much planning, so much money spent. He sat at the edge of his and Hermione's bed. All they've been doing was spending money and spending time with their friends.

"Wh..Draco?" Hermione mumbled sleepily, checking her bedside clock. Pamphlets lay spread out on the bed.

"Go back to sleep, Hermione," He said humbly. She blinked a couple times, then she was out like a light. He watched her, deep affection in his eyes. She rolled her hands into fists.

"Mm, I love you, Draco..." Hermione said in her sleep, undoing her fists slowly. Draco took the hand hanging over the side of the bed. For a couple minutes, Draco decided that he'd just listen to her breathe. Just breathe. He smiled. This is what it's all about.

A/N: You have no damn idea how happy I am. I'm finally getting somewhere.