A/N: Guess who's getting married soon?

No, not Ron and Fred!

...Sorry.

A soothing voice of an angel poured into him as he laid on his stomach, slumped lazily over the bed. "Draco.." it called to him. He smiled slowly reaching out to it before a cold shock went down his neck.

"BRAWWWGH!" Draco yelled, leaping out of bed, arms flying and hitting something in the process. He ran a hand through his blond, now suddenly wet hair. He kept shivering, as his whole back had been drenched in a cold liquid. He stared at the opposite wall, panting' before turning to the side of the bed.

His fiancee stood there, a terrified look on her face as she held a wet bowl in one hand and her bloody nose in the other. He blinked confused at her scared eyes before glancing down at his own hand and wild movements. He got up, now a bit embarrassed and worried himself.

"Bugger," he said under his breath. She threw him a warning glance.

Hermione sniffed, wiping the blood away from her nose. "I'll be fine, but you wouldn't wake up, you can't blame me for that." Trying to steady the flow of blood as she searched for her wand, Draco looked at the clock and grimaced- 9:00.

"Why did you wake me up so damn early? I don't start work 'till Wednesday!" Draco asked her, outraged.

"Why'd you hit me in the face?" She asked, now angry that the person in the room that didn't get hit was mad at her.

Draco hesitantly slumped his shoulder in mid-defeat, knowing his fault for getting angry. "What do you want anyways?" he inquired.

Hermione still had that hurt face when she replied, "I want to go taste cakes, then we're going somewhere special. Now hurry up and get dressed, pet." She ruffled his soft hair as if he were an actual pet and walks out of the room, closing the door slowly with a soft creak.

"As bossy as ever," Draco mumbled to himself as he peeled off his now cold, but drier shirt.

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"Try the cremè bruleè cake," the woman behind the counter said, handing Hermione a paper plate. As expected, the couple stood-well, Hermione tried the slices hurriedly while Draco leaned like a wooden board against the wall-inside The Sweet Tooth Bakery, trying for wedding cakes for a small price.

Hermione nudged the cake towards Draco. "Oh, you must come try this."

"Eh." Draco stiffly groaned before taking the fork, cutting off a minuscule piece and eating it. He coughed lightly and shook his head with a heavy grimace on his face. Hermione pouted slightly and hesitantly pushed it across the table. "Uhm, not that."

"Ookay..here's, try the red velvet." She gave her another from under the counter, on shelves that were on display Hermione stared at curiously, as she poked at the glass for the one she wanted. She pulled the fork from the curious red cake, frosted with a creamy white. She poked the slice into her mouth and closed her eyes and sighed. "It's..heavenly..."

Draco stared at her incredulously and silently took the slice from her, cutting a bit off and chewing on it. His eyebrows shot up-it was like chocolate, but so much sweeter, and the frosting went with it smoothly.

"We must reserve this for the 20th! Four layers, with the red bows, and each layer should be square and smaller than the one below it, with a tiny bride and groom. Also, a rose on every corner. The frosting should be white, not off white, and not yellow. Pure white, vanilla frosting. Low fat, by the way." Hermione told her bossily as the woman scribbled this down with gusto. "Make it out to Hermione Malfoy, please. And like I said, the 20th. We should pick it up that day by 3:00-ish." Draco's once bent head slowly lifted, his eyes watching her carefully.

He stared at his wife, not bothering to listen to her words as she bantered to the woman about all the specifications. His Hermione. With her wavy, brown hair and those hopeful, eager and determined hazel eyes. Draco's vision softened as he looked at his bride-to-be. Hermione Malfoy, how it rolled off his tongue, the only name in proof that they should be united at last.

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"Draco! Hogwarts, remember?" Hermione snapped. He turned to her and blinked.

"What?"

"Oh, I didn't tell you? Let's go to Hogwarts, I want to see McGonagall and Neville.." Hermione trailed off, staring at the ceiling.

"So, we should take a train?"

"Of course not!" She grabbed his arm and before he could object, she spun on the spot. They both, moments later, found themselves on Hogwarts Grounds.

"I thought you couldn't Apparate near Hogwarts," Draco said thoughtfully.

"Oh, it doesn't apply during the summer months, I've read about it." Hermione saw the Black Lake shimmering surface and turned completely, looking at the other objects and scenery that brought back exciting and fond memories. She tugged on Draco's sleeve like a young, excite child. "Oh, Draco, look, look!"

The place where Hagrid's hut was stood twice as big and wider, the once moss covered roof cleaned up a bit, the growth of plant around it making it seem less like an abandoned hut and more like the home of a person. But the surprise lied within the fact a gray and white half horse, half bird sat and chirped at crows, which squawked back noisily in return.

"Witherwings!" Hermione screeched, approaching the hut with excitement and cautiousness. She looked the hippogriff int he eye and it got up, cawing at the girl. Draco stood stiffly, staring at the beast with wide eyes. Hermione watched as the former Buckbeak bowed in return and ran to her, the chain keeping him back slightly.

She pet his beak and looked back up at the face of the terrified blonde, and laughed. "Oh, come now, Draco, you were 13!' He didn't reply and was unmoving from the spot.

"Who's ther', ya'.." The now bigger house shook as the door slammed, Hagrid emerging from it. He saw Draco and furrowed his large brow and then turned to his side to see a much more grown, beaming Hermione staring up at him.

"'ERMIONE!" Hagrid bent down and swept her up into a large hug, pressing her against his large as ever, ratty black beard.

"Nice to see you.." Hermione choked out as she felt herself slowly suffocating under the mass of Hagrid's large hug.

"Oh, righ'.." He set her down and ruffled her hair, making it messed up and standing on end as it once was when she was a young girl. She didn't mind, however. "'Eard you and tha' Malfoy boy are gettin' married." He stuck his large hand into his coat pocket, muttering before he pulled out the invitation, it's pure white quite grimy.

"Now, Hagrid, have your manners, he's Draco to us now. Draco?" She beckoned to him. Eyeing Buckbeak, he strode forward. Draco stared up at the half giant with a mixed expression of fear and expectantly.

"Draco, nice ta' see ya'." He pulled him forward, clapping him on the back. "You've gotta nice one, don't let 'er go." Hagrid leaned forward a bit, winking. Draco gave a forced laugh, then found himself genuinely smiling at the man he had once considered a wasteful oaf.

Hermione's eyes flickered back and forth between them. Breaking the silence, she inquired loudly, "Still teach Care Of Magical Creatures?"

"O' course! 'Ey, Luna, some friends 're here!" Hermione and Draco were a bit taken aback to her Luna in a patch sundress, white argyle kneesocks and a striped t-shirt to come out of Hagrid's house, smiling her dreamy smile, her turquoise eyes following them.

"Hermione.." Luna walked, well, rather drifted towards Hermione, giving her a tight, but delicate hug. "And her mate, Draco. You were quite mean to me at school. Alls forgiven, my new friend." To Draco's slight shock and surprise, she wrapped her thin arms around him too. Draco looks down at her, blinked, and slightly hugged her back. She let go and clapped her hands together.

"I'm so glad you two are getting married. Me and Neville plan on it someday, but we think we're too young. After all, your both only 18. Hardly adults." hermione turned her head to Draco with a look of realization. They were only 18, and didn't have jobs till that very week.

"Uhm, I think McGon'gall is in ther', maybeh she'll give you two a tour.." Hagrid trailed off. hermione glanced at him, a feeling of appreciation filling her at the fact he was trying, and how he was trying, to make them feel better about Luna's truths.

"What are you doing here, though, Lovegood?" Draco piped in. Hermione went to his side and too his hand, for he did earn points with her for actually speaking up and being interested, if not pretending.

"Oh, if you must know, I'm training this summer. Well, you see, I want to be Care of Magical Creatures teacher with Hagrid, possibly, so not only am i working with something I love, I can be closer to Neville. And maybe teach a class about nargles and Crumple Horned Snorklacks(Hermione gave a loud, opposing sigh at this.). We were just having tea and discussing a couple things, like how you didn't invite me your wedding."

Hermione blushed deeply. "Oh, Luna, i was rushing, I didn't even--"

"It's okay, I would've come anyways, because your my friend." She turned to Draco. "And you shall be my new friend too."

"Rather," Draco said in a low voice, giving her a forced smile.

"And you didn't invite Neville, but the staff is coming. Ginny and I are so excited, so at least we can have a break before schoolwork starts up again. I heard her and Harry were having problems in their relationship.." Luna trailed off again.

Hermione looked away, trying not to be rude but ignoring her talk anyways.

"Well, 'Ermione, 'twas great t' see ya' again!' Hagrid boomed in the silence, giving her another soft pat on the back that nearly resulted in Hermione pitching forward if it weren't for Draco's steady hold on her.

Hermione nodded and turned to Luna. "If you'd like to be, I'd love it if you were my bridesmaid."

Luna's dreamy smile widened with joy. "Oh, Hermione, I would love that, thank you." They both exchanged hugs again.

"I'm goin' up to tha' castle wit' Luna, wanna come?" Hagrid suggested.

"Its all right, we'll be leaving soon. Bye!" Hermione and Draco waved as they walked up to Hogwarts. They turned and walked to the shore of the Black Lake. They stood there, staring into the shimmering surface, thinking the same thoughts.

"The memories, huh?" Draco said softly. He stared to the middle of the lake, where just a little less than a year ago, he was fighting himself on wether or not to kill Hermione as she stood on the platform raised, tears streaming as she tried to convince the difference between the right and wrong sides, and the choice we make accordingly.

Letting Hermione take them wherever, spun on the spot with her and they ended up at the Burrow, on the outside steps.

Harry was outside on the steps with Ginny, conversing softly. The two turned and saw Draco and Hermione. ginny lept up to attack her friend with a loving embrace as she squealed, "Mione!" Harry stood back, smiling, but hesitant. Draco looked at him and nodded, in which he got a nice nod in return.

"Where's Ron?" Hermione asked Ginny, not noticing the narrowing of Draco's eyes at the redheads name.

"Upstairs, oh, and your mum's here." Ginny stopped in her tracks to go inside, her face suddenly stone.

"..What?" Before Ginny could respond, Hermione, Harry and Draco heard the noise that created her shock.

"I'll tell you this, Amanda! Hermione has been like a part of the family and a sister to Ginny nearly all of her life, and she will use this!" Mrs. Weasley came into the hallway, in the eyesight of the four, holding up a turquoise bracelet.

"I am her mother, Molly! She will wear this the day of her wedding, or else!" Her mother held up a necklace, sapphire rhinstones sparkling.

"What's going on?" Hermione announced. They turned to her, startled by her presence. They both opened the thin screen door to stand in front of the four on the porch.

"Hermione, Mrs. Weasley wants you to have her bracelet, for you need something new, old, borrowed, and blue. All though, I am your mother and I request that you wear this!" She held the earrings aloft.

"Mum, Mrs. Weasley..last year, Draco gave me blue earrings at Christmastime..." She trailed off nervously, staring at the women.

"Oh. Well, I'm sure I'm not needed here then," Mrs. Granger said curtly. "Harry, if you don't like Apparating for me.."

"No problem." Harry took her arm and spun on the spot, disappearing. Moments later he was back.

"I'm so sorry, I think I might've caused drama by not telling you two-"

"No drama at all. Stay for dinner, would you?" Mrs. Weasley rushed back into the house, the screen door slamming shut.

"Well, that was fun.." Draco said under his breath, causing the other three to laugh. Ginny grabbed Hermione's hand and rushed it, pulling her upstairs. "We need to talk." Draco and Harry were left, staring at them. They glanced towards their path of departure, then to each other.

"Okay, I've got a plan," Harry said under his breath.

"No. Ginny, no. No. No, no, no." Ginny stared at her with wide, blue eyes, begging.

"Hermione, it's traditional to have a bachelorette party! It'll be fun! I've invited Fluer, Lavender, Parvati, Luna-"

"Wait, Lavender? Parvati?" Hermione stared at Ginny, disgusted.

"Come on, Hermione. One night of good old fashioned lady fun. And you'll get gifts, and maybe some of them will be a bit...hah, kinky," Ginny winked and with this wink, a repulsed look came across Hermione's face, one that had been expected.

"Pleeaaasee, Hermione, pleaaasseee..?" Hermione stared at her intensely, eyes not flickering away from hers. She stared back, determination and hope in her eyes.

She slouched her shoulders in defeat. "Ginny...it better be under control. No alcohol, no presents of the...sexual nature, and no men that would be willing to take off their clothes."

"No beers, no bras, no male strippers. Got it," Ginny grinned and hermione rolled her eyes to the ceiling, wondering how many shots of firewhiskey she'd drink before attending the worst party of her life.

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"So. Bachelor party." Draco raised his eyebrows at Harry's phrase.

"Strippers?"

"Mm. Beer?"

"Mhm. Me, Ron, Fred, George, Neville?"

Draco winced. "Mhm. Music?"

"A ton. Bring sickles?"

"Mhm.

"Cool." Harry nodded and walked in.

"Cool." Draco followed.

A/N: I found out women speak and average of 23,000 words and men speak 7,000. What an example, eh? Anyways...next chapter...BWHAHAHA.