A/N: I know I haven't been updating and I am so SORRY. But since this chapter is the wedding, and I've never been to a Christian wedding, it requires a bit of a research to make it perfect. So, just bear with me!

18th March 2005

Hermione Granger

The phone buzzed annoyingly. I rolled over the bed and saw that Derek was calling – for the umpteenth time. I rejected it and groaned to release all the frustration. Three more days… in three days Draco will be married. I couldn't help the sinking feeling in my stomach. A part of me was really angry that I can't even get over a man (just like Lynette said!) and another part of my just wanted to cry. Somehow I knew it would end, somehow I knew that Draco and I would not work…

The phone buzzed and a text appeared on the screen.

Please pick up. We need to talk. xoxo Derek.

I felt like throwing the phone across the room but instead I just deleted the message – just like how I deleted the other thousand messages he sent. I could not understand why he wanted to talk to me so much. He was, after all, the one who ditched me. Of course, that wasn't a good reason not to talk to him. But I wanted to hurt someone. I wanted someone to feel at least a fraction of what I was feeling. I don't know when I became that sadistic but I didn't care – not anymore.

I scrolled my phone to find Draco's (!) number. Surprise, surprise. Mr Malfoy, the I-Hate-All-Muggles-Including-All-Of-Their-Inventions, had a phone? I couldn't help but laugh because I was (apparently) the one who forced him to carry a phone. I could call him but I didn't want to seem desperate. Heck, I am desperate, I thought.

Suddenly, a lady with fiery red hair hugged me.

"Ginny!" I screamed and fell off the bed.

"Hey, Hermione. I just heard what happened and – oh how are you getting along?" Ginny said with a worried look on her face.

"I'm fine, Ginny. I really am. I am, quite over him…" I lied blankly.

Ginny raised an eyebrow but said nothing more. "So are you going to their wedding?"

I paused for a second. Their wedding. I had not thought of that at all.

"Yeah, maybe I will, I mean, I've moved on right. So it wouldn't hurt to see my ex-boyfriend getting married, right?"

"If you say so, but just know I will always be there for you. Hermione you don't have to pretend that you're okay. I'm Ginny. You can tell me everything!"

"I know Ginny. But what more can I tell you that I haven't tell you before? And even if I do, what more can you say that you haven't said before?" I sighed.

"You're right," Ginny hugged me tightly. "But just promise me you'd be okay. No one deserves to go through something like this alone."

"I know, Ginny. And thanks for doing this for me," I smiled sadly.

"I'm your best friend. If I don't do this for you, who would?" Ginny smiled.

"Thank you," I whispered, my eyes stinging with tears.

I examined myself in the mirror, front and back. The halter neck emerald dress hugged my every curve perfectly. The dress fell just slightly below the knees. White gloves covered my hand up till the elbows. I felt like a princess – but I couldn't help feeling "Slytherin". I had no choice. There's only three more days and that was the only dress that would fit me. No boutique in the entire country would alter for me within just three days. And no dress would fit me perfectly except this Slytherin dress. I tried changing to red gloves but it just made me look Christmas-y. So I paired the dress with black knee length boots.

I exited my room to show Ginny the dress. Ginny gasped and laughed when she saw the dress.

"Oh! Hermione! It's just perfect!" she exclaimed.

"Really? You don't think this is too… I dunno. Slytherin-y?" I shrugged.

"Not at all! You look gorgeous!" Ginny smiled.

I sighed and curled up on the couch. Ginny frowned slightly and searched her purse for something.

"Here, I got something for you," she said, pulling out something that looked like a thin stick in the form of a circle, decorated with three feathers and beads.

"Er – thanks," I said, perplexed – not knowing what else to say.

"It's a dream-catcher. So that all your dreams come true," Ginny said, giving me a kiss on my cheeks.

My eyes started to water again but I managed to restrain the tears from falling.

"Okay!" Ginny said in a cheery tone. "Now, I got to go and I'm really sorry I can't go to the wedding with you. But you have a great time there!"

"Fat chance," I said and we both laughed.

"You just look gorgeous and show Draco what he's losing!"

"I will."

I entered the Malfoy Manor and I saw – for once in my life – that the garden had regained its life. There were conjured fairies flying around, although they were almost invisible due to the sunlight. The flowers seemed to be dancing but even the sun couldn't warm the coldness of the Malfoy Manor. As I passed by a couple, I overheard something…

"Something in her manner… gorgeous… cheerful…"

"Yes… excellent family background… not some nobody from nowhere…"

They giggled and I felt a pang of sorrow. Stop feeling sorry for yourself! I reminded myself.

"Brilliant pair!" another guest said to her friend.

"A match made in heaven!" replied her friend.

I started thinking that it was a bad idea. I turned around and just before I started running, a voice stopped me.

"Hermione?"

I turned around and got the shock of my life. "What are you doing here?" I asked the man standing in front of me in horror.

"I was just going to ask you the same thing…" he replied.

"I – I –" raking my brain for a possible answer, I blurted, "I'm not stalking you!"

He chuckled and clicked his tongue – it was a nasty habit of his that I hated. "Thinking of what could've been, Hermione?"

Two things surprised me. One, he called me Hermione instead of Haley. Two, his question seemed to be directed to himself more than me.

"It wouldn't have worked," I shook my head.

He sighed, "Well, I should be going," he shrugged.

"Bye, Derek," I whispered, still shocked. Of all people, he was the last person I expected at a Malfoy wedding. Besides, since when was he Draco's friend?

When the crowd started to fill the seats, I joined them too. Suddenly, I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I spun around to find Draco standing next to me; he was handsomely dresses in a champagne coloured waistcoat. For a moment I was scared. Is he here to throw me out of his wedding? But then he smiled and all my worried fade away.

He opened his mouth but I beat him to it, "Hi Draco."

"You came," he replied.

"Of course, it's not everyday you're getting married," I forced a smile.

"Hermione…" he looked hesitant.

I urged him to go on.

"Will you be my best woman?"

"What?!" I almost jumped from my seat.

"Yeah, you know. I figured I'd pick you as my best woman instead of picking a best man," he explained.

"But I haven't got a speech ready!" I panicked.

"Everything will be okay," he leaned down and kissed my forehead. And I know he wasn't referring to the speech.

I turned away from him to avoid the tears from falling. I heard him walking away and I wiped the tears falling from my eyes instantly.

"What am I doing?" I whispered out loud.

The wedding was to be held in the garden. About five hundred white foldable chairs were arranged in lines, with an aisle in the middle. Right at the front (where the bride and groom would stand) was a magnificent gazebo with a waterfall (gasp!) in the background scenery. Veins and flowers are twisting and coiling around the four pillars. Tall white candles adorned the rear of the gazebo. Flowers were charmed to throw itself in the air over and over again. The whole gazebo was also lavishly decorated with calla lilies. Flower garlands hung loosely on the chairs.

And so, as I stood next to Draco at the altar, I felt a twinge of pain. I was supposed to be the one marrying Draco… I was supposed to be the one dressed in white and I walk down the aisle. Was this punishment for walking out of my wedding months ago? I do not know…

The twelve feet oak doors burst open as the entire guest turned to look at the bride. I turned around to see Lynette dressed in a mermaid silhouette with strapless neckline. The dress was simply exquisite. French lace was used wherever possible, the strapless dress hugged her every curve. I thought of what could've been if I married Draco… if Lynette didn't exist. Lynette's smile was forced – I could tell, since I'm a professional at doing that myself. Only thing was, I wondered why she had to force a smile. Wasn't she supposed to be thrilled? She had boasted to anyone who would hear about her extravaganza wedding with Draco, but she wasn't happy at her own wedding. It was all so confusing.

I stared as Lynette walked all the way up to the aisle. I thought of objection to their wedding, but I can't ruin this day for Draco. Plus, I wasn't going to embarrass myself in front of the whole Malfoy clan.

"Do you, Draco Malfoy, take Lynette Rivers to be your lawfully wedded wife?" the priest asked.

I smirked at the shortness of all those rubbish that the priest would normally say. I bet Draco had paid him to make it quick and painless.

"I do," Draco said tonelessly.

I felt as though a knife was slicing my heart.

It was all happening… sooner than I expected.

"Do you, Lynette Rivers, take Draco Malfoy to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the priest asked Lynette.

There was a pause and I crossed my fingers, hoping Lynette would walk out of her wedding – just like I walked out of my wedding with Ron a few months ago.

The crowd began whispering and I felt as if I could burst in anticipation.

"I do," Lynette said finally.

The crowd was so relieved I didn't think they noticed the tear falling from Lynette's eyes. And I didn't think they noticed Draco wiping it for her too. And I was sure they didn't hear my heart breaking too. I turned around just in time to see Derek leaving the open-aired wedding area.

Somehow, when I look back, I felt like I was brought back to months ago, when I walked out of my wedding. If I had married Ron in the first place, would I still be sitting here? And even if I was, would Ron be by my side, whispering snide comments about Draco? But the biggest question that I ask myself a million times everyday was – why did I walk out?

Love.

And why – of all guys in the world – did I fell in love with Draco Malfoy? It was a question I'll never be able to answer, and maybe that was part of the reason why I love Draco so much. To me, he was like a puzzle I had to solve. I had to help him… I had to. When Moaning Myrtle accidentally told me that Draco had been telling her all his secrets, it confused me. I was shocked and worried at the same time. Could it be possible that a person like him possess any kind of feelings or emotions at all? Like I said, Draco Malfoy was a puzzle I could never solve. I could never understand his actions, his decisions… and somehow, it thrilled me. I felt like I was on a roller-coaster ride, I never know what was going to happen next. And it would happen so fast, I could barely fathom it.

So when I saw Lynette's tear, and Draco wiping it off, I got a sense of nostalgia… it was Hogwarts all over again… Sometimes I wonder why love had to be so complicated. After all that Draco and I had been through, are we really destined not to be together? If so, then why would we had to go through so many pain and suffering? All for what? So that I could sit on the stand one the wrong side of the altar and watch as he marry someone else.

A/N: A BIT short but I had to change to POV, so until the next chapter, review! Thanks... and also for those who THOUGHT you knew how this would turn up, you deserve a laugh at. No, I'm not that evil. But yes, Draco and Lynette ACTUALLY got married! Surprise!

Love,
Ashley