I have not updated since June. JUNE. Where did the time go? I honestly don't know. I guess I just lost interest. Anyways, so long, you beautiful people! Since its been so long, you don't remember this, therefore, it's so bad it's not worth reading.
2 years later
She was glowing. Just glowing, with the kind of happiness that can only be achieved by a long past of happiness. Hermione had this very thing. In the past two years, things seemed to finally have come together, and everything just fell into place for Hermione Jean Granger. Almost Malfoy, actually. She was finally marrying the man she had spent the last two and half years with, her mate. Today. It was a beautiful day in September, and the temperature was balmy for the season, perfect for an outdoor wedding.
Hermione was standing in a small room meant for the bride to get ready, in the after she and Draco had come to their agreement about her job, Ron had been convicted, and sent to Azkaban for 2 months. Of course, Azkaban was not nearly as bad as before Voldemort's downfall, so it was like a normal prison now. When he got out, he was rattled, and came to Hermione to plead her forgiveness. She had granted this to him, and he and she were back on much better terms, almost like old times. Mulciber and his cronies had been captured also, by Harry actually, and were now serving life sentences. They would never bother Hermione ever again. Draco had gone to have a little talk with them, and when he got back, he had looked very smug, so she assumed they would have been so scared of him, that even if they got out ever, they would never come near her regardless. So all in all, things were good in her life.
She was startled by the sudden entry of her lovely redheaded best friend, who had her arms chock full of hair styling tools, products, and make up. She grinned at Hermione evilly, then got to work curling, pinning and teasing all the hair that she could reach. This actually ended up a complete failure, and the girls had to call Mrs. Weasley in to fix whatever Ginny had done, but that's beside the point. In the end, she looked beautiful, with her flawless pale skin, natural makeup, and cascading curly half up half up hairstyle. Then it was time to get her into her dress. She had purchased it earlier at a small wedding boutique Luna had told her about. It was beautiful, with a full skirt, fitted bodice, and lace details. She loved it. Draco had tried to get her to show him, but she had held firm. It fit perfectly when they put it on.
Soon she was being herded into the line up of the wedding party who were going down the aisle. Bill and Fleur's little girl Victorie was her flower girl, and Ginny, Luna, and Pansy(for Draco, but she actually wasn't a horrible person) her bridesmaids. Ron, Harry and Blaise were Draco's groomsmen. It was going to be beautiful. She was getting worried as she was getting close to the doors, but she breathed deeply and focused on Draco. She still hated people looking at her and focusing on her. Then it was her turn, and with one last breath, she and Mr. Weasley started off down the aisle. She instantly caught sight of Draco, who looked like the greek god Adonis, and suddenly all of this didn't matter. She didn't care that all of these people were staring at her, he was all that mattered. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw all of the people she had gone to school with, her professors, her friends from work, Draco's friends, and his coworkers, along with many people she didn't recognize. But it didn't matter.
After what seemed like forever, she finally reached him. As Arthur placed her hand in his, they both internally sighed, for they were home. The man marrying them began to speak, but all she could focus on was him, and he her. It was all a blur of I dos, then they finally got to what they had both been waiting for. His lips met hers, and she never wanted to stop this feeling.
She was home.
I'm sorry about this monstrosity. Don't remember this.