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The Big Day.
Hermione woke early on the 4th not because she was excited or nervous but because at the forbidden time of half past 4 on a Monday morning, which didn't exist in her regular life Angelina Johnson soon to be Weasley was hammering on her door for her to get up. Crawling out of bed she stood in her silk pajamas and looked in the mirror. What looked back was a monster. Her hair was completely knotted, her face looked paler than normal and she felt sick as a dog, the last one she blamed on nerves, what was slowly creeping in as she became more awake? Opening the door she descended the stairs and entered the kitchen. Angelina was sat drinking her regular black coffee.
"You look awful Hermione, what happened?" she gasped taking a drink.
"Why thank you Angie, thank you very much. You really know how to cheer me up." She replied sarcastically but her face soon dropped and her shoulders sagged as she looked at Angelina "Can you fix this Angie?" Angelina placed her coffee on the table and walked over to where Hermione stood. She lifted locks of Hermione's hair, inspecting her nails she relaxed ever so slightly as she hadn't chipped her nail varnish however some of the gemstones on her big toe nails had disappeared or moved.
"I think so, however I am going to need extra help so you go have a long shower, the shaver is on the side there is cherry shampoo and conditioner and the body wash is lemon scented.
"Ok… and Angelina thanks," she said.
"No worries babe," She said smiling back at her.
As Hermione headed up to the bathroom Angelina retreated to the hallway; they had placed the phone in there as she couldn't find a suitable place to put it.
Fred and her had gone for a look that was celebrated in the 1970s… the hippie style; oranges and yellows, pinks and greens, reds, purples and blues decorated all over the house the ideal word to describe it was a rainbow. Glancing through the phone book on the table she picked up the phone and dialed.
"Hello" said the smooth but cold voice belonging to Professor Snape.
"Hello Professor it's Angelina Johnson, I'd like to speak to Professor McGonagall please," She said calmly holding her breath. It didn't take long for students to notice that Snape hated Gryffindors for a reason unknown to them. Rumours surfaced that in the dead of the night Professor Snape would transform into a Vampire and bit the necks of the young.
"If you must, wait," the oily voice once more spoke and Angelina released the breath she was holding, if she had to be honest to herself she would admit Snape scared her.
"Hello dear, what can I do for you." Said Professor McGonagall.
"Professor I need your help. It's Hermione she woke up this morning after we probably partied a little too hard last night and she looks half dead and we have less than 7 hours till she marries Malfoy and Zabini," rushed Angelina finally letting the panic that was building up inside her out.
"Calm down Miss Johnson. I'll come over right."
"Thank you, Professor. You're a lifesaver, I'm going to call some others as well, bye" said Angelina quickly.
"Good bye, Miss Johnson" said McGonagall chuckling she placed the phone back on the hook.
20 minutes after she had called Professor McGonagall, Lavender Brown, Parvarti Patil, her sister Padma, Katie Bell, Ginny Longbottom and Professor McGonagall, as well as her were all seated in the living room.
Hearing the shower stop she headed up stairs to find Hermione. When she got there Hermione was looking in the mirror in the room she had slept in.
"Are you ok Hermione?" Angelina asked cautiously.
"Do I look ok?" She snapped back, surprising Angelina with the venom in her voice, sighing she explained in a calmer voice, " I'm getting married today and I look a mess, I'm a virgin who is scared to have sex, and I feel like I'm about to pass out with nerves," she was almost crying when she finished.
"Hermione it's normal to feel nervous on your wedding day ask Ginny she was, you remember. Having sex for the first time is a frightening experience for anyone. And you've just got out of the shower, so when we're done with you, you're going to make all those boys out there wish you were marrying them and make Malfoy and Zabini weak at the knees with your stunning good lucks," explained Angelina who smiled when she saw a tiny glint of happiness shine in the chocolate orbs.
"You mean it," Hermione said shyly.
"Yes, so shut up and get down stairs so we can get you ready" cried Angelina causing Hermione to laugh and willingly be dragged by the feisty Gryffindor to the orange living room.
Before they entered the room Hermione paused, "What do you mean by we are going to make all the boys want you, who is we?"
"You'll find out in a second," smirking she pushed open the door.
When entering the room Hermione saw her head of house and her friends with mascara, lip-gloss, curling tongs, brushes for every occasion, tweezers and many more devices that had suddenly become Hermione's worst enemies and she knew she was in for one hell of a ride and the only word that could form in her head was 'help'.
Back at the house Lucius sat watching his overly stressed son become more and more stressed than he was before.
"Will you calm down and relax Draco," he drawled earning a scowl for his sixteen-year-old son. Looking at Draco, Lucius for the first time in his life considered himself old. His only son was getting married and in a few years or months later he might be a grandfather- not just a husband, father and father in law. His eyes widened at the image of a small tanned, ice blued eyed little girl sitting on his lap. Shaking himself out of the thought as he realised his son was silent.
"What is the matter now?" he asked him.
In a meek quiet voice he mumbled something and Lucius who didn't quite hear, this contributing to the getting old theory, he asked him to repeat what he said.
"I'm scared," Lucius heard what he said this time; sighing to himself he stood up and swiftly crossed the room to where Draco was perched. Lowering himself on to the bed he placed his hand lightly on to Draco's knee.
In a soft fatherly tone he spoke, "It's alright to feel scared son, it happens to everyone on his or her wedding day,"
"Even you?" asked Draco looking at him like he was young once again.
Chuckling Lucius answered his question, "Yes son even me. I was cool and collected on the outside but on the inside I felt like I was going to explode with nerves," he explained.
"Why do we get nervous?" he asked.
"To be honest with you, I'm not sure, if I had to guess I would say it's an emotion you feel when you have to do something and you're not sure how that something's going to turn out," replied Lucius.
"Can I ask you something now Draco?" asked Lucius. Draco nodded his head looking at his father. "Am I getting old?" he blurted.
Smirking, Draco looked at his father and saw the crease lines on his forehead that had begun to show and the lines near his mouth were also beginning to show.
"Yes" he said and almost burst out in laughter at his father's face; his eyes were wide and mouth agape was truly hilarious to Draco.
"Why you cheeky little…" gasped Lucius shoving Draco in the arm causing him to tumble off the bed.
Walking in the grounds Blaise and his father Marco were talking about the upcoming wedding.
"How you feeling," Marco asked his son who was in deep thought.
"Ok I guess, a bit nervous, but it's after the wedding I'm worrying about," he explained sighing.
"What do you mean," he asked, he had a slight idea what his son was talking about but wasn't entirely sure.
"You know, what couples are supposed to do the night of the wedding," he said embarrassed, he was never really bothered about talking about it to his friends but to his father that was a completely different story.
"You mean have sex," he said smirking slightly.
"Well yes, Draco and I have done it with quite a few lasses but Hermione she hasn't and I'm sure of it. Neither Drake nor I have ever slept with a virgin so we don't know what were supposed to do," he finished and was sure his face was red or a dark pink.
"Well… when your mother and I married I, like you, had had sex before but your mother hadn't. My advice for you is to make her feel comfortable and make sure she is ok with what you're doing and ask her what she wants, that's what I did."
Pulling a face from the last part he said, "I didn't need to know the last bit but what if we don't understand what she wants us to do?" he asked uncertainly.
"Let her show you, it's not hard,"
"Ok, any tips," Blaise asked he and his father had always been close ever since he was little.
"Make sure she's comfortable, don't push her. If there's something she doesn't want you to do don't do it or force her. If she is a virgin enter her slowly so she can get acclimated to your size and last, really just have fun. That's all sex is about till you decide to have children and take it from me you don't get as much when you have kids," he said causing Blaise to laugh.
"Thanks dad I'll keep that in mind,"
"Blaise I want you to know that me and your mother are proud of you," he said wrapping his arms around his son giving him a fatherly hug.
"I know. What if I mess up or forget my words?" he said his face a picture of horror.
"You won't. Remember she is there for you and Draco and no other man," he explained using the same words his father said to him on the day of his wedding.
A few hours later over at Angelina's house Hermione had come to the conclusion she would rather be chopped up in to tiny little piece with a blunt knife than sit here and let them torture her like this.
"Are you done yet," she asked for the unknown amount of time.
"Almost," replied Parvarti who was at the moment plucking Hermione's eyebrows causing the said girl to wince frequently.
"How did I get myself into this," she wined wincing again.
"Hermione deal with it ok," snapped Ginny who was becoming agitated by Hermione's constant complaints. Hermione's bottom lip started to poke out forming a pout.
"Hermione stand still," yelled Parvarti who was struggling to pluck Hermione's eyebrows as she kept fidgeting. Hermione had been worked on for the last five hours and was truly fed up. Although she was nearly finished with her getting ready faze she was still not totally happy with the way she looked not because the girls made her look unattractive or foolish but because she had never found herself attractive from a young age. Professor McGonagall worked her magic on her caramel locks that now had full volume curls tied in a loose bun with one escaped on the left to dangle by the side of her face. Lavender had re-done her toenails in the ice blue varnish and replaced the missing gems. Padma and Ginny had helped Hermione into her fairy tale dress and Parvarti was working on her makeup and eyebrows that were torment of Hermione's pain.
"But it hurts," she cried causing the other girls to shake their heads in slight amusement.
"Well I am almost finished," said Parvarti with an annoyed sigh. "Done" she said.
"Finally," expressed Hermione relaxing her face.
"Now it's time to put your make up on," smiled Parvarti. Groaning Hermione sat down on the stool that she had been given.
"Miss Granger I would have never thought you of all people would overreact so badly to getting ready," laughed McGonagall who was surely going to inform Madam Pomfrey and Professor Sprout and Hooch.
"Professor just remember this when it is your wedding day and I'll be here to help you get ready," snarled Hermione replying to McGonagall's statement. Shocked at the aggression and a bit apprehensive McGonagall chose to stay silent.
"Hermione you know if you stay still then it'll be over quicker," said Lavender her plump lips in a grin formed by Hermione's discomfort.
"Yes but what am I supposed to do then," said Hermione through gritted teeth.
"I don't know, do something to calm your nerves," said Ginny who had already been through the nerve racking, palm sweating experience.
"Good idea Gin I'll read," she said with a smile forming on her face.
"Ok then let me do this first," said Parvarti applying some blusher on to the Gryffindors cheeks.
"So Hermione how you feeling?" asked Lavender who was peering over Parvarti's shoulder. She, Ginny and the Patil sisters were the bridesmaids for Hermione's wedding, as over the couple of months living close to the girls they had begun an unlikely friendship that none of them really thought would happen, especially spending five years in a dorm together.
"Hermione do you want kids in the future," asked McGonagall.
"Yes all three of us do, why?" she asked.
"I was going to warn Professor Snape to retire when they come here," she replied cheekily causing the girls to giggle.
"Professor I think he would like our children… in large part because they would be Draco's children and most likely in Slytherin," she said as Parvarti drew the eye liner on to the lower lid of her eye.
"You're probably right you know," said Ginny thoughtfully.
"When am I wrong?" she replied cheekily.
"Done," said Parvarti lifting up a mirror to show Hermione her reflection. Gasping Hermione couldn't believe her eyes she was beautiful her face was a light summer tan with eye shadow that glittered elegantly her cheeks had a slight pink tone to them that brought out her brown eyes decorated with brown eyeliner and mascara to enlarge them. Her lips were a peach gloss that finished of her look with ease.
"Hermione you look gorgeous," said Lavender her eyes wide.
"Thanks Lavender," said Hermione who was becoming excited now that she was finally ready.
"Oh no," said Hermione a scared look appearing on her face.
"What," said Angelina looking at Hermione and the worry etched on her face.
"I don't have all the specific items you know..erm.. something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue,"
"Miss Granger, really, I thought it was something serious," said McGonagall shaking her head in disbelief.
"Professor, to me it serious," said Hermione whose voice was not like it was earlier on, now it had a sad tone to it.
"Okay so something new," asked Angelina looking at Hermione.
"Well my underwear are new," she said.
"Well that solves the new problem, now the old, anything,"
"No," she said, her voice becoming sadder.
"Okay what about something borrowed,"
"Yes the earrings I'm wearing are Pansy's." She explained as all the other girls peered at the diamond studs in her ears.
"Okay and finally something blue,"
"That's easier I'm dressed in blue," she said using her hands to them the dress and the shoes.
"So wer're looking for something old," said Lavender.
Just then before anybody could speak the door rang and Angelina went to answer it. A few minutes later she returned and behind her was Narcissa Malfoy, Maria Zabini and her own mother and father.
"Hermione I brought you something that I wore on my wedding day when I married your father," said Jane, lifting up the lid on the box she held in her hands a shiny sapphire tiara shone in the light. All together the girls smiled as the tiara was placed on to her head and they all said "something old,"
It was approximately ten minutes before she would be known as Hermione Malfoy-Zabini and she was terrified. She had done many things in her life so far but this was the cherry on the top. Walking into the room Hermione had been told to stay with her father; he gathered his daughter into a hug and just stood there. Each welcoming the loving embrace and warmth they felt.
"Are you ready my love," he said gently kissing her forehead.
"As ready as I'll ever be," she replied wrapping her arm around her fathers extended one. Together the duo walked down the corridors till they stood outside the Great Hall doors. The bridesmaids gathered in front and as the music began to play the bridesmaids walked in with Hermione and her father trailing behind. The whole room gasped as Hermione was spotted, she looked stunning and there was not one thing out of place.
The room was an ice palace dotted with ice sculptures and covered in a soft layer of charmed snow that would not melt and was not cold to the touch. There were icicles that did not drip and snowflakes that fell from the sky but didn't melt. The whole room was perfect in Hermione's eyes and as she looked down the aisle to where Draco and Blaise stood she almost cracked up in laughter as both boys stood, their mouth agape and eyes wide. As she drew closer to her future husbands Hermione saw her mum, Draco's parents and Blaise's parents. All three mothers were smiling up at her. Lucius and Marco were attempting to stay straight-faced but were failing terribly as both men had a smile creeping on to their face.
As she stood at the altar with Blaise and Draco the priest began,
"Today we gather for the Wedding of Draco Lucius Malfoy, Blaise Marco Zabini and Hermione Jean Granger. Please take hold of your hands and Draco, repeat after me. I Draco Lucius Malfoy take thee Blaise Marco Zabini and thee Hermione Jean Granger to be my lawful wedded Husband and Wife,"
"I Draco Lucius Marco take thee Blaise Marco Zabini and thee Hermione Jean Granger to be my lawful wedded Husband and Wife"
"In love and in sickness for richer or for poorer, to cherish and be faithful till death do us part," finished the priest.
"In love and in sickness for richer or for poorer, to cherish and be faithful till death do us part," said Draco
"Blaise, repeat after me. I Blaise Marco Zabini take thee Draco Lucius Malfoy and thee Hermione Jean Granger to be my lawful wedded husband and wife,"
"I Blaise Marco Zabini take thee Draco Lucius Malfoy and thee Hermione Jean Granger to be my lawful wedded husband and wife," said Blaise squeezing Hermione's hand.
"In love and in sickness for richer or for poorer, to cherish and be faithful till death do us part," voiced the priest.
"In love and in sickness for richer or for poorer, to cherish and be faithful till death do us part," repeated Blaise.
"And now Hermione repeat after me, I Hermione Jean Granger take thee Draco Lucius Malfoy and thee Blaise Marco Zabini to be my lawful wedded husbands,"
"I Hermione Jean Granger take thee Draco Lucius Malfoy and thee Blaise Marco Zabini to be my lawful wedded husbands," she said, her happiness shining in her chocolate eyes. They had decided not have a ring but to use a weaker version of the magic that betrothed couples used so they would be married for life theirs would however last till the law making them marry ended this would be when their eldest child was the age of three.
"In love and in sickness for richer or for poorer, to cherish and be faithful till death do us part,"
"In love and in sickness for richer or for poorer, to cherish and be faithful till death do us part," She said and all the guests smiled.
"I now pronounce you Husbands and Wife, you may kiss the bride. Swooping in like an eagle Draco lips dived on to Hermione's before pulling away and letting Blaise do the same. None of the three heard the clapping that was echoing around them. Hermione took hold of Draco and Blaise's hand and together they ran down the aisle together side by side.
They're finally married and Hermione hated the entire getting ready process! I absolutely love the little sections with Draco and Lucius and Blaise and Marco. (Yes I know Blaise's father died when he was young but I really wanted to keep him alive and include him in this, so I did) Thanks J. for this chapie!