A/N: I'm too lazy to make an Author's Note. Uhm...tum tum...yeah.

"Dum dum dum-dum, dum dum dum-dum, dum dum da-daaa dum da-da dum da-dum..." Hermione spun in a pirouette leap across her bedroom, humming The Wedding March.

"What?" Draco had walked into the room, toothbrush holding sideways out of his mouth, his hair frumpled from a deep night's sleep.

"You idiot, it's our wedding day!" snapped Hermione.

"Oh, yeah. That." Draco shuffled out of the room. Hermione stares after him, stunned. Gosh, is he even excited? she thought nervously. As Draco walked back into the bathroom, he stared into his own gray eyes, taking the toothbrush out of his mouth, staring blankly. Bloody hell, my insides are doing backflips, he thought nervously. He was snapped out of his thought when he heard retching.

Speeding back into the room, Hermione was bent over the garbage can, skin white and pale. She stared past the can blankly, a sick color on her face, before glancing back up at Draco. She forced a smile. "Yay, we're getting married..."

"Nervous?" Draco smirked, his voice having a tint of worry.

"No!" She waves her hands back and forth wildly. "No, no, not at all!''

"Hermione, it's okay to have pre-wedding shakes.." He reminded her.

"I just don't want you to think I have cold feet." She lowered the trash away from the bed into a corner, as to throw out the rubbish in it later.

"Your feet are cold?" Draco asked, staring at her incredulously. "Put on some socks!"

Hermione shook her head, rolling her eyes. "Never mind." She flopped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. He went back into the bathroom and picked up a hairbrush, combing through his hair slowly while murmuring, "Dum dum dum-dum, I'm going to be commit-ted.."

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As Harry woke up quite tiredly, he realized that today was not going to be another day at The Burrow. Today was not going to be the waking of a snoring yawn, a kiss for Ginny on the head before tumbling down the stairs to eat Mrs. Weasley's bountiful breakfast at the dinner table. Today was the day his best friend was getting married to a guy he has..problems with. Harry rubbed his eyes, sitting up. Today was going to be a bad day. One of the first signs-Ron was up, staring out the window next to Harry's bunk.

"Ron?" Harry sat up, rubbing his eyes, fumbling for his glasses on the nightstand.

"Yeah?"

"Why are you awake? It's.." He puts his glasses on. "Six o' clock. You don't wake up at six, Ron."

"Don't tell me what I do," Ron murmured angrily. Harry blinked and raised an eyebrow slightly. He got up to him to sit in a stool near the window.

"Ron...forget about it." Harry, unsure what to do, put a hand on his shoulder lightly.

"How can I forget about it, Harry? She went off with the ferret. You knew she was supposed to be with me. Me, Harry."

Harry glanced away, thinking quickly before looking back to him. "You have to jut let some things go. She loves him and there's obviously nothing we can do about it."

"Oh, there's things I could do about it. I would-"

Harry then began to tighten his hold on his shoulder. "Merlin, Ron, if you mess with Hermione's wedding she'll never forgive you. She's like my sister, you cant do that."

Ron looked at him furiously. "It's obvious you're only doing this because of what happened in the bathroom two years ago."

Harry narrowed his eyes. "When he was on the ground, he wasn't Malfoy. He was a student I accidentally almost killed."

"They're trying to send you into a guilt trip, you know. That's what this is all about." Harry then suddenly stood, not liking things said about Hermione that way. He glared down darkly at Ron.

"You can either be there, shut your Chocolate Frog hole, and be happy for her. Or I'll tell her your sick." He then slammed the door, his footsteps loud as he half stomped, half stumbled down the stairs. When he reached the bottom and turned to corner, Ginny was in the kitchen, sipping tea lightly.

"Hello.." Harry sat down, pouring his own cup.

"I was wondering..." Ginny swirled her spoon around the cup of tea, staring at it fixedly. Harry wasn't the least bit fazed by this, since he can be oblivious, as usual.

"What?"

She dropped the cup and the spoon. "If Hermione and Draco are getting married at 18, why cant-"

Harry sighed. "Ginny, they're in real love. Deep, eternal love. Something like that, anyways. Besides, your 17 and I'm 18. I'm not getting married for a while."

Ginny frowned. "And why not?"

"Hermione's mature, Ginny. She's graduated. Your still in school, and I just don't think you'd make a good wife." Ginny gaped at him.

"What do you mean, 'I just don't think you'd make a good wife'?! I'd make a GREAT wife!" Ginny folded her arms.

Harry began to get angry at this. "Tell me this then. Why is it all of us have moved out of the house except you? I already live at the flat. You come and go. Hermione and Draco are both getting jobs next week! Hermione already knows she wants to be in the "spew" organization, or Misuse Of Muggle Artifacts. Draco's going to be an Auror, but in a lower branch. Fred and George have their excellent joke shop, Charlie's doing great in Romania. Bill, Fleur, and Ron? Also Aurors. Bill and Fleur have their house, and Ron has his flat. Just like the rest of us adults."

Harry watched for his expression, but cringed slightly and looked down, knowing the last sentence had pushed her over the edge. He immediately regretted it, for she slammed her cup on the table, sending tea spilling towards him as she runs upstairs, tears in her eyes. Harry watched again as she ran and didn't go after her as he thought, What is with the Weasleys today?

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"Love, don't we have to get going now? I mean, all the preparations..." Draco trailed off. Hermione clapped her hands together loudly, as she usually did when she remembered something.

"Yes, I must say we do.." Hermione said tiredly as she stared down at her book with contempt.

"What is it?"

She glanced back up at him, worry in her eyes. "I don't know, it just seems I'm supposed to be happy today, I'm getting married! But at the same time...I feel so sick about it..like I'm just going to burst with nervousness."

Draco leaned forward, pecking her forehead. "I'm sure everything will be just excellent." Hermione, more comforted by the tingles his kiss gave her, laid her head on his lap. She looked at him, her chestnut brown eyes enthusiastic.

"I love you. You know that, right?"

Draco smiles slightly. "For a while, yes. I love you too." He then added sarcastically, "That's why people get married, see?"

Hermione swatted his abdomen playfully. "Don't get smart with me, ferret." She looked up at him, giving Draco the old, well-practiced Hermione Glare.

"Whatever you say, Mudblood." Hermione placed a hand over her mouth, mockingly shocked.

"Oh, Malfoy, that is devastatingly horrid! How dare you!" Hermione said dramatically She then tries to get up and storm away. Draco, quicker than her, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down.

She landed onto of him, feeling him and the couch cushions sink under her weight. Hermione couldn't help but to utter a small giggle as he threaded his fingertips through her hair.

He looked around her face and her features with uncharacteristically soft eyes. Draco pulled Hermione close to him. She began to feel slightly light-headed as she used to at their time in school from his intense scent.

"I'll never let you go." He leaned forward and lightly placed a kiss on her lips. She felt affection overcome her, but she pushed it back, lightly pushing Draco's chest along with it.

"Save the love for that altar, Draco." She smiled and as she walked away, chewing on her fingernail. He then called after her, "It's supposed to be at 6:00, right?"

She turned. "Yes, why?"

Draco clenched his jaw and looked away. Would he dare say what was on his mind? No, Hermione would just yell it's preposterous..Draco thought. "Is it possible I could..invite someone else to the wedding?"

Hermione's brows furrowed. "It would be very short notice, but if they have a tuxedo or a dress, I don't see why not."

"Well, it is a man. Maybe..a Slytherin. We know him, he was in our year." Hermione didn't like where this was going, but shook it off with a joke.

"You know I don't judge people from their blood heritage, nor their houses. I'm with you, aren't I?" She waved a hand at him, laughing.

Draco didn't return this laugh when he said boldly, "I want to invite Blaise."

Her laughter-filled face ceased into a glare. She turned back to her husband-to-be and whispered in a deathly voice, "No."

His eyes became half lidded as he said lamely, "Why not?"

Hermione gaped at him, outraged. "Why not? He's a Death Eater! Are you out of your mind?! He should be locked up!" Draco lept to his feet to meet her eyes.

"That's what they sad about me. What you said about me! You and your stupid little trio of friends!'

She scoffed angrily, slapping her thigh. "Oh, please, I never thought you were a Death Eater. And guess what? YOU WERE! But now, those days are over. Now, you are not to be associated with them. We do not do anything concerning Voldemort." Draco winced at this and she looked outraged again. "Grow a spine, why don't you?"

"You think you can control the bloody world! But no, you cant. I'll invite whoever I want to!'

She narrowed her eyes and hissed, "Blaise Zabini will not be at our wedding."

Draco clenched his jaw at this and said defiantly, "I know where he is. I could do it right now. I can do whatever I want, so just try and stop me. It's my wedding too, and if I want to invite a Death Eater, so be it!"

Hermione glared angrily. "No. You. Won't."

"Yes, I will. I let you invite Weaselette and Weasel. And who knows how many other Muggles. You try to control every little aspect of life. Well, you won't. I will make the decisions more often."

She gaped at him before saying angrily, "Don't be such a chauvinistic son of a witch!"

He leaned closer to her face and met her glare. "Don't be such a crazed CONTROL FREAK!" He yelled at her.

Hermione couldn't meet his intense glare. Her eyes became shiny as she whipped around, sending her hair flying as she walked away from him to stand a couple feet away, not looking at him. Her head was tilted forward and she folded her hands, her shoulders trembling.

Feeling a pain in his heart at the sight of this and a pang of regret, he reached out, stepping towards her. He placed a hand on one of her shaking shoulders and turned her slowly to him. She was looking defiantly away, tears in her eyes not daring to fall if she could help it.

He tried to hold her closer, placing a hand at the small of her back to prod her forward. "I shouldn't have ye-"

Suddenly, she pushed him away, backing away herself. She flicked a tear from her face and before staring him, a fire lit in her teary eyes. She reached to her finger and pulled off the engagement ring. "If you cant consider my decisions, or even reason why I don't want him there, then you're not ready to marry anyone." Hermione placed it on the glass counter before them.

Draco Malfoy knew it was one of those times, one of those frequent moments where he had to say the right thing, but always ending up saying the most ineloquent phrase, before she left. He didn't know what the right thing was, so his only option was to not say anything at all. he had a slight pleading look as she set the diamond ring onto the table, but was still silent. She looked down on it also before turning, still not daring to look at him. "I suppose the wedding will take place at 6:00 like you said. I shall be there, I only hope he will not. I must speak to Ginny. Goodbye." She gracefully turned on her heel and was gone with a crack that broke the silenced tension.

He leaned down, picking up the ring and sighed quietly. "Women.." he murmured, his voice not sounding nearly as bitter as he preferred.

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Hermione appeared in The Burrow, a downcast look on her face as she saw Harry sitting at the kitchen table, drinking an unknown cup of tea, not bothering to mop up the drink that was already in front of him.

"Hey.." Hermione placed a hand on his shoulder and he stared ahead bitterly, stopping to sip his tea. "Where's Ginny?"

"Probably upstairs, sobbing all this rubbish about how I don't love her," Harry spat in a harsh tone, one Hermione hadn't heard him use with her name in the sentence.

"What happened?"

"Go ask her, I-" Suddenly, Harry's wand began to glow and emitted a low hum. He picked it up irritably, waving it with little enthusiasm to reveal in a purple frame, bold, black letters that hovered, writing: "Hogwarts 7th Years To Be Meddling With Dark Magic On Knight Bus". He waved his wand, causing it to dematerialize and fade away as if it were smoke. Harry sighed, pushing his chair away.

"I've got to go to work, Hermione. I'll be back in a half hour, I'll meet you at Hogwarts." She checked her watch-it was 2:13. Harry swept his cloak over his shoulders and leaned towards her.

"Have a good day, 'Mione." He brushed a kiss on her cheek, and in return she smiled and watched as he Disapparated away. She then turned to go upstairs to find Ginny, sitting on her bed, staring at her bridesmaid dress with anguish. Her face then lightened at the sight of her.

"Oh, Hermione! Hi, I was just.." Hermione instinctively sat next to her, holding her hand tightly within hers.

"When he wants to, he'll be ready. You don't want him to rush into things, now do you? Me and Draco were...impatient. I guess he just really wanted to be with me and while Harry does care about you and loves you deeply, there's a special time for you two." Ginny simply gaped at her, jaw hanging idly.

"How did you..?"

"You Weasley's wear your hearts on your sleeves, you know, " Hermione chuckled.

"He also said I wasnt mature..I'm mature!' Ginny whined. Hermione raised an eyebrow at her and she flushed. "Enough. I suppose I could wait...

"Well, I just came to tell you that me and Draco fought a bit."

"Oh? About what?" Hermione's muscles tensed as she turned to her, her eyes darting away. She hated to lie to her, or anyone, for that matter.

"Uhm, about what size the diamond is," Hermione lied.

"You Grangers are terrible liars." Ginny smirked.

Hermione's eyes became half lidded as she sighed, collapsing on her bed next to Ginny once more. "He wants to invite Blaise to the wedding." Hermione muttered.

Ginny, for the first time, thought about him and instinctively lept to her feet, staring down at Hermione with her sapphire eyes, large with fear.

"NO, no, I cant come if he's going to be there.." Ginny began to panic, rubbing her hands together, eyes still wide.

Hermione took her hands and pulled back down gently. She murmured soothingly, "He's not going to be there..I swear, he won't be there..."

"I-I still have dreams about him. He haunts me to this very day, you know, "Ginny confessed shakily, causing her best friend further shock to see Ginny break down emotionally like this. "That's he's going to come back..and do something. I've got a bad feeling, Hermione. it's like..he's always watching me."

"Ginny," Hermione said, voice breaking with emotion and sympathy-she had no idea what she'd been going through, Hermione had been so preoccupied about herself. She hugged Ginny tightly. "I'm so sorry."

"It wasn't your fault." She broke the hug, staring down at her hands. "I wished me and harry had never fought. He's always at work, and I never really get to know when I'm going to be saying goodbye, to him, you know?" Hermione nodded again.

"Hes very smart, you won't have to say goodbye to him. If I know Harry, and I do know Harry, half the time when you two have a row, he still loves you. It's just anger. I've never seen him act this way about anyone before," Hermione said, wondering to herself the truth in this statement.

Ginny nodded, then forced a small smile. "Come on, 'Mione. We have to get to Hogwarts, do your hair, get you dressed..."

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked.

She nodded again. "Today's about you, Mrs. Draco Malfoy." She took Hermione's arm and smiled. "Who knew, hm?"

"Who knew." Hermione turned on the spot quickly, closing her eyes as force of habit and once she opened them, she was far outside Hogwarts Grounds. Feeling excited for her and Ginny, they both strode forward, chattering about good memories in Gryffindor Tower.

"Oh, remember the time when Harry and Ron were being angry arses and I tackled Ron?" Hermione asked, giddy with memories. McGonagall shot them a glance and Hermione blushed while Ginny stared nervously at the both of them.

"That was tactless..." Hermione said quickly.

"It was, Ms, Granger. But then again, you are an adult." She couldn't help but to beam at her former Head of House, the incident of her saying something she shouldn't have erased from her memory at once. Her counterpart, however, scowled deeply, Harry's rant echoing in her head.

They had reached the doors, opening them with a flourish. Hermione's wandered across the new stone pillars that held up the frame of Hogwarts and smiled. It had changed since the battle last year. The taste in her mouth had gone sour-she did not want to think about the events of last year. It was a painful time for the couple.

And that's why were getting married today, she thought. We're leaving it behind. All of that drama is done and over with.

"Ah, Ms. Granger." Hermione heard an old, familiar voice. Her subconsciously lowered head lifted to see Albus Dumbledore, his joyful expression with him as usual. She smiled widely.

"Good afternoon, Headmaster." She bowed her head and Dumbledore waved his hand.

"No need to call me that, for I am your headmaster no longer. But hello to you, Ms. Weasley." He gave her a tired smile. She nodded her head in acknowledgement, a small smile on her face-Hermione could see her and Harry's argument was still sticking to her.

As if he had known it was the wrong thing to say, he then asked, "How is Harry now?"

Ginny's left eyebrow twitched before her face eased into a smile. "Worried for all of our safety, as usual, but well. You?" He gave a hearty chuckle.

"It doesn't matter what this old wizard has been, but better than usual, yes. Although..one must worry." Hermione raised her eyebrows in surprise as Dumbledore's tired, blue eyes made their way to hers and gazed into hers, but for only a moment. Only a moment, for McGonagall and Ginny didn't notice. His eyes eased back to the three warmly.

"Let's get Ms. Granger up to the prefect's bathroom, shall we? After all, Ms. Lovegood and both of your mothers are waiting." He said quietly. Hermione nodded, but her jaw hung, her mouth opened slightly in surprised at him. Why did he look at her like that?

As they walked down unfamiliar corridors, she pondered this. Maybe he was trying to tell her something. But why her? Usually all those small signals we're shared with someone of greater importance, whether it be a teacher, an Order member or even Harry.

The quartet reached the large portrait that stood in front of the prefect's dormitories and bathrooms. Hermione wondered if the Head Girl's bathroom were nearly as vast as the prefects, if she remembered correctly. The portrait hole swung open, as Ginny had to remind Hermione, for she was deep in her thoughts.

The bathtub was in ground, as Hermione remembered, and it did indeed look the same. Some things never change, she thought as she walked along the sides of the tub slowly, her feet trailing along the ceramic that trimmed the top.

"The vanity is in here.." Dumbledore swung open a door Hermione hadn't seen before in her time there that, inside, had a large mirror, enough to fit all of them to stare that their full reflections from the waist up and in front, a large table with makeup, open and available to her as if they knew someone was going to be in use. Blushes, mascara, eyeliners, lipliners and lipsticks and makeup of every kind in nearly every shade filled the spots on the table, only leaving a small silver tray, she expected, she could put the ones she needed.

Just cylinders of light hovered about the frame of the mirror curiously. Hermione reached up to touch one, but Dumbledore said quickly, "Unless you'd like your hair to be as thick as before, I would not touch them." Hermione blushed at her tactlessness again; one could not blame here, however, for being curious.

"Hello again, Hermione!' Luna greeted. Parallel to her was Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Granger, who seemed to refuse to be in each other's presence, both on opposite ends of their stools to put as much distance between the two. Luna sat between them, happy and oblivious. Hermione waved half heartedly and sat herself onto the padded wooden stool that spun idly behind her.

Ginny placed her head next to her, bending down, her chin on her shoulder. "Ready for this?"

Hermione smiled slowly. "Yes..I am." She pointed at a green shade of eyeshadow that sparkled at her, waiting to be brushed up, but Ginny shook her head.

"Leave it to me." Luna sprung to her feet, but Ginny waved her hand. "I'll do it, I'll do it!"

"Ginny...maybe you should let us help?" Mrs. Granger suggested kindly. She looked a bit let down to not be in control, after all, she was the Maid Of Honor. Hermione looked over the shoulder that she could view the door, but McGonagall and Dumbledore had gone silently. Her eyes widened as Dumbledore looked at her again from the mirror, his eyes from their happy glow to a sad, solemn blue, as if a horrible occurrence was inevitable, as if he was helpless. And a part of Hermione that was excited in her mind deciphered this, and her smile dimmed. Why did he give her such looks?

She bit her lip. Maybe this was all an overanalysis. He wanted to be happy for her, Hermione knew he did. Everything had a meaning, a purpose. Nothing was to be left unchecked, Hermione thought, reciting one of her many laws to one day, if possible, figuring out the unpredictably insane universe she had to live in.

After much chattering and an 'ingenious' spell from Luna which resulted a blush explosion of mass destruction, Hermione had the dress she picked on-even though it did take two long hours to get done.

"Oh..oh, Hermione..." Her mother uttered with joy as Luna peeked out the windows.

"Wow, Hermione. People are Apparating in left and right..we'd better hurry, the man with the cake is coming too." Hermione turned towards the window, marveled at the white chairs that had appeared next to The Black Lake, the arch that stood, orange and white lilies that curled over it. And she saw, with a tiny gasp, a small white carpet was being rolled out by a recognizable house elf, his ears flapping as he backed.

"Dobby..?" Hermione asked in a hushed voice as if he could hear her. Mrs. Granger looked at her, concerned and pulled her back to her seat. She felt tears come to her eyes as she stared at her beautiful reflection-it was almost as if she were seeing herself for the first time.

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The sun hadn't even began to set for six, yet the nervousness choked Draco as much as the necktie Harry was affixing for him.

"Stay-still-you-bloody-prat!" Harry said through gritted teeth.

"Too tight, too tight!" Draco managed to choke out. But Harry went even further with this.

"If he says it's too tight, you don't want to kill him." Mr. Granger interrupted the fighting duo, standing fatherly above them, book in one hand, glasses in the other.

Harry stared, furious, then slumped his shoulders in defeat. "Yeah.." She loosened it and Draco pulled away from him viciously, deciding to fix his own tie with his back turned.

"Are you sure she's here, Potter?" Draco asked above Harry's angry muttering.

"Yes, would you shut up about it?" Dumbledore had escorted him to the Head Boy's vanity, although Harry joked Draco must have one in his bathroom at home.

"We fought, you know." Surprisingly, they heard chuckles from Hermione's father.

"My Hermione. She can be as gentle as a doe but vicious as a piranha when you least expect it. I'm sure she'll get over it soon, son." Draco froze.

Son? What a thing to say to a man who's never had a father to let him make his own decisions, have his own brain, his own heart. He felt shivers run through his spine-Lucius calling him 'son'? Or anything that shows even a slightest amount of affection for his own flesh and blood? It was, even for Draco, a strangely terrifying thought.

"Thank you, Mr. Granger."

Then again, the man behind him did help conception to the woman he loved. Which he had to be grateful for above anything else, but that isn't exactly something you would thank a father for. But there was nothing he had done to him that was bad, and for that he had to be thankful.

"No problem. You'll be my son in law soon." He winked before hi gaze returned to his newspaper. Draco managed a reasonably kind smile before peeking out the windows. His throat tightened-people were taking their seats, the cake was already set. Draco rubbed at his tie-was it just him, or was his tie getting tighter and tighter?

"Malfoy," Harry snapped at him, adjusting his won tie. "Let's go, we're waiting down there."

"Excellent, Potter." Draco cracked his neck and confidently strode to the door, excitement rising in him like steam from a boiling pot, feeling as if he were walking to a final judgement room, as if when he opened that door, his life would've began. Once they reached the main doors, they walked right around the castle and Draco was honestly dumbfounded.

On each side of the white carpet aisle, rows after rows of chairs stood, men and women sitting and stared back at the groom, silent. The arch stood high at the front, covered in lilies of orange and white. The Black Lake was feet away, the white shining a beautiful light on the already gleaming surface.

A red, laced cake stood a stone's throat away under an umbrella that was fixed onto the table, plates surrounding the sweet. He was nearly scared to step onto the white carpeting, as if the grounding was a sacred walk onto which only the bride could step upon. He walked around it and was surprised to see Dumbledore standing at the arch.

"I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I married the two of you, Mr. Malfoy?" He smiled. Draco blinked and nodded.

"Uh, no, go ahead." He said stiffly, turning around as he let Harry pass to stand at his other side. Looking towards Dumbledore, Harry nodded with a smile before turning back. Draco then noticed Madam Pince on a white granite piano that sat nearby. I didn't know she could play anything...he thought absentmindedly. Suddenly, silence swept over the audience when she began to play a lovely, light tune. Harry stared forward expectantly and as Ginny and Luna turned tot he corner, both Draco's and Harry's eyebrows shot up.

Ginny's crimson locks weren't as straight as usual, but rather curly, shiny and gleamed as she walked, her blue eyes accentuated by the light application of mascara. She wore a beautiful green dress that's fabric wrapped around her waist like a new belt. Her now ruby lips curled into a smile as she held on tighter to the lilies she had in her hand, looking towards Harry as she marched slowly. The curls seemed to bounce as she winked at him, and he blinked in return.

Luna, behind her, a remotely serious look on her face, managed to smile her dreamy one again, her blonde hair also less straight and stringy, but full and pulled up messily in a bun to show her face, but the hair that still hung away from the pins were curled down at seemingly random spots in her face, appearing to glow compared to the deep blue of her dress that complimented her skinny frame.

Draco pursed his lips;two girls he had despised over the years were beautiful in front of him. He gripped his hands tightly as Ginny and Luna took two empty seats in the front row. The, from around the corner, Hermione came, and at her presence, they stood.

Her hair wasn't sleek and straight as Draco had imagined, nor bushy and messed curls all over. Draco hardly recognized the girl walking towards him, her face on her arm. He gave a once over, a twice over, and he couldn't believe it. Her face seemed to sparkle and glow as she stared ahead, hesitant and innocent. Hermione's hair was in wavy chocolate waterfalls across her shoulders, one seemed better than the other.

He loved everything about her in that moment. The way the lace curled around the skirt, up and down and all over across.

She wore white lace fingerless gloves at which she gingerly brushed at her veil, as if not being able to keep it on any longer. Behind her hair, blue earrings peeked out, and a small pearl necklace was hung across her collarbones. Her skin glowed comparing to the white of the dress, the hoopskirt walking in coordination with her legs. Draco put two fingers to his mouth-Hermione looked amazing. But what really got him was when she smiled, not being her smile was radiant-her two front teeth were larger than the rest and that's when he realized this did not kill his perfect dream, it made it better. He felt better than he could except her flaws, like he was ready to et married. She kissed her father on the cheek and waved as he sat down.

She looked up at him. "Are you read for this?"

Draco stared down at her, into her eyes fathomlessly. "I can't even express how beautiful you are right now." Hermione blushed and Dumbledore raised a hand.

"You may be seated." Even by then, Ginny and Luna were nearly in tears at the way the bride and the groom stared at each other. Dumbledore smiled and began.

"Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here in the presence of the ghost of Merlin to witness and bless the joining together of this man, Mr. Draco Malfoy," He gestured towards him. "And this woman, Ms. Hermione Granger," Dumbledore gestured to her in turn.

"In Holy Matrimony union of husband and wife in heart, body, and mind is intended for their mutual joy; for the help and comfort given one another in prosperity and adversity; and therefore, marriage is not to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly; but reverently, deliberately, and in accordance with the purposes for which it was instituted.You ask what is this love we here affirm, and I answer, it is a covenant you make, one with the other, a covenant born of commitment to each other's well being and growth and commitment to your relationship itself, allowing it the possibility of change and of growth."

Draco swallowed deeply. 'Bloody hell, he's good.' Suddenly, a squeaking sound came from the audience. The two turned to see Mrs. Weasley, and Mrs. Granger, hugging each other tightly and saying quietly, "Our little girl's getting married!" Hermione had to keep herself from laughing and Luna and Ginny stared at her with tear stained cheeks.

Dumbledore turned to Hermione. "Would you like to start your vows?" She nodded, and Draco's throat clenched. Oh, shit.

She turned to Draco who stared back at her expectantly. She each of his hands with her own, looking down at them.

"Draco, when I first met you, I..." She sniffs. "I hated everything about you!" The audience laughed.

"Go on.." He said between gritted teeth.

"Right. You were pestilent, rude, judging, chauvinistic, pompous, self-absorbed-"

"I think I get it.." Draco hissed, scowling at the laugher that erupted from the seated men and women.

"Oh, sorry. Anyways, last year has been, well, a crazy one. At first you seemed so..different. No, you were different. And for some reason, that night up on the bleachers, I kissed you."

"You WHAT?!" Ron lept to his feet immediately and Hermione gasped. She had never told Ron she was, in a sense, cheating on him. Harry pulled him back down.

"If you screw her over, I'll kill you." Harry growled, keeping a firm grip on him.

She blushed as Draco stared at him, furious. "I didn't know why I did that, and I was so scared of what everyone thought." She glanced at Ginny, Ron and Harry. "I thought I'd lose my best friends because I was falling in love. And in a sense..I kind of did. Except for you, I was alone."
Harry and Ron felt stabs of regret hit them like ice picks-they had no idea what she was going through, yet they pestered her anyway.

She held onto Draco's hands tighter. "Thank you for always trying to support me. For always coming back to me when I was being, well, strange. Thank you for giving me as much love as I thought I didn't deserve, caring for me more than I thought anyone would. And finally, for helping me stand up for what I believe in to the people closest to me;you." She sniffed, tears rolling down her cheeks. "As I give you my hand to hold, I give you my heart and my soul to keep. You'll never be alone." Ginny began to clap, as did Harry, and the rest followed suit.

Draco closed his eyes. His would be nothing compared to hers, what was he to say? He cleared his throat.

"Hermione. I don't know what to say.I used to be afraid of falling in love, of giving my heart away. How could I trust a woman to love me, to give to me all that I wanted to give to her? Well, here you are. I'm not going to say all this sappy shite about Merlin and God, about how i love you, because I know I love you. I know that. No vow copied off the Internet knows how I feel. And this is how I feel. There. I said it. And just for the record, I'll say it again. I'll never let you go, I'm always behind you."

Hermione took her hands from his to wipe her eyes. "...Draco.." She wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace, their bodies melted together.

"I told you I'd never let you go.." Draco murmured into her hair, lightly stroking it as he felt his shoulder grow wet. Then, a sound from the sky came and they looked up, still holding onto each other tightly.

A hearse came down from the sky, apparently being flown by two threstrals who whinnied as they landed. The hearse came down, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Percy Weasley stepped out.

"Perce..what's happening?" Ron hesitantly stood, but his brother remained silent. An Auror Hermione had seen apparated in front of the bride and groom, a murderous glint in his eye.

She gripped Draco's hand tighter. "Yes?" He reached over and grabbed Draco, forcefully turning him around, putting his hands behind his back.Harry stood, outraged.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" He asked the Auror as he told Draco in a monotonous voice, "Draco Malfoy, you are being arrest for association with Death Eaters and the murder of Hermione Granger."

"Murder?" Hermione cried frantically. "I'm not dead, I'm right here!" She was ignored again.

"I didn't kill my girlfriend, let go of me!" Out of his back pocket, his hand grabbed his wand. 'Expel–"

"Expelliarmus!" said the unamed Auror, sending his wand flying down the aisle. Hermione stood, hands at her sides, horrified before she held onto his shoulders. Harry and Ron came rushing up to them.

"What's the meaning of this, -? Hermione Granger, a close friend of mine is getting married today, and if you take another step to arresting Malfoy, I'll have you fired and locked up in Azkaban!" Harry yelled at him as he began bind his hands together, making a sort of glowing blue and green handcuffs. Draco turned and brought his foot up to kick the man in the stomach, blowing him back.

Chaos started when Draco ran, but Hermione, only for a moment was touched he grabbed her hand to pull her along behind him. "Draco!" She screamed as she was nearly being dragged. She reached into her hip and seemingly out of nowhere, pulled out her wand. She pointed to the top layer of cake.

People got up and began to shout wildly, worried as ever. Ginny, Luna and Neville began to get worried and run out of the way of the Aurors who went after the couple. Harry was shouting at them, for he was some of their bosses. Dumbledore and McGonagall went towards a calm Kingsley, the both of them livid. Kingsley stood near the hearse, his face cold and stoic.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Hermione screamed and the cake was lifted. "He didn't hurt me, leave us alone!" With a thrust of her wand, she managed to hit several Aurors.

"Nicely done, Hermione!" Draco shouted above the yelling and panicked screaming.

'Incarcerous!" a young Auror said, causing Draco to pitch forward, bounding with ropes.

"NO!" She bent down, trying to pull them off, but the Aurors were too fast. They held their wands aloft at Draco, and she knew they were outnumbered. She stared helplessly, speechless at them. Ginny and Luna rushed forward and held Hermione in a protective hug.

"What's going on?" Ginny snarled at them, unafraid of their wands.

"Why are you asking, Ms. Weasley? Your husband should know." Ginny recognized the Auror as Gawain Robards sneered. Draco looked up at Hermione, her face horrified as tears ran down her face.

"What do you mean?" Ginny sounded furious and intrigued, and silence swept over the calamity.

"Mr. Weasley came with his friend, your boyfriend, Mr. Potter to file a report that Draco Malfoy was denying charges." There was silence, the murmuring. She turned to Ron and Harry who stared, shocked faces.

"You wouldn't, would you Harry and Ron? I love you two, you wouldn't!" Hermione exclaimed hysterically. Harry lowered his eyes and Ron looked to the side.

"I didn't!" Harry said, his face furious again. He pointed to Kingsley. "Kingsley, tell them! You were there when Voldemort came, you say Bellatrix try and drown her!" Ron remained silent.

He shook his head. "Mr. Weasley came, then apparently pushed you, Mr Potter, along." He said slowly.

"Come on, Mr. Malfoy," Gawain snapped, grabbing him by the ropes he was bound by.

"You can't do this, I am the Head Of Magical Law Enforcement!" Harry barked at him, similar to McGonagall.

"Not anymore, Mr. Potter." Kingsley waved his wand, and out of Harry suit pocket, to his shock, his license came out, his face on a side of it. it burst into flames. "Your fired." He stared, eyes wide, as if he couldn't believe what was happening.

"No..NO!" Hermione tried to get towards him, but Luna and Ginny gripped her waist.

"Stop, we'll figure this out, we will!" Ginny yelled at her.

"You said you'd never let me go!" Hermione cried towards him. His face was shocked as he stared back at her.

"Her-HERMIONE!" Draco struggled out of the ropes, but he was already halfway in the hearse. He was shoved into the carriage. Almost immediately, the threstrals took off. The audience stared into the sky-they could almost still see Draco struggling out the door.

"Draco."

Her heart beat in her ears as she turned slowly on he spot to face everyone. The men were looking at her, the sympathetic look across their face plain as day. Some were crying, others were shaking their head, and some just stared down. She looked up at the arch-it was destroyed. Cake splattered the ground, her skirt slashed and dirtied at the bottom. Slowly, everything went out of focus as Hermione fell to her knees, burying her face into her skirt as her head panned with pain and everything blackened.

A/N: I know, this chapter didn't make any sense. I know, lots of things happened. I know, I know. Don't worry, things will get clearer as they go along. Lots of things happened for a reason...you may think this is so weird, but all questions will be answered..okay? Oh, and you totally hate me, I don't blame you.

So I think I might take a break or something, it took my forever to write this.