Disclaimer: I own nothing, all credit to J.K Rowling for the creation of the Harry Potter universe. I just found a plot for this ship.

Warning: Later chapters will contain adult themes. There is an M rating for a reason. The story will NOT contain rape or sexual violence. Lemons and fluff expected. Basically what you would expect from most romance novels nowadays.
There will also be the use of profanity.

Grammarly is now my Beta: 7-17

Music speaks to my muse.
This chapters song was: I Don't Dance, Lee Brice
Lyric of choice: But here I am spinning you 'round and 'round in circles.

Charmed to You

Chapter 12
Gardenia's and Dancing

The dinner went smoothly, although Hermione noticed that trays never seemed to run out and glasses never seemed to need to be refilled, and she giggled as she realized that the house elves might be responsible for that trick, or it could be the five hundred or more wizards in attendance.

Draco didn't leave her side, but he was rather quiet. She glanced at him a few times and saw him just watching the room, occasionally smirking or frowning.

Finally, she leaned over and said softly. "Is anything wrong?"

He looked down at her and shrugged. "No, it's just been a strange day."

She nodded and then glanced at where he was looking to see Zabini trying to flirt with Ginny who looked livid.

Draco sighed. "Goyle is going to smash his head in."

Hermione shook her head. "Not before Ginny does something to him. He really is pretty brainless isn't he?"

Draco nodded. "Yep."

Suddenly Zabini jumped back staring at his hand and hissed before he stood up and stormed out. Ginny gave George a triumphant little wave as he stood up and clapped and then she looked at Hermione and shrugged. Hermione laughed and applauded as well, realizing Ginny had just perfected the new spell she had made up last week on the silly prat, Zabini. A few muggles at the table nearby were watching the exchange with confused smiles.

When Zabini came back out he sat at the other side of the long table by Draco's father who was giving him a long look.

Ginny came over and sat down by Hermione.

"What did you do? That new spell?" Hermione asked curiously.

Ginny smirked. "I've been practicing wandless magic; I managed to give him a good case of the boils on his hand. No idea how he made it go away, probably had to charm it invisible until someone can find a potion for him."

Draco snorted sipping his wine. "Bravo, littlest Weasley."

Ginny glared at him. "I have a name you know, Malfoy."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "So do I," he said calmly.

Ginny grinned and tipped her glass. "Oh, very well done. Wel, Hermione, your new mother in law nixed the glass tinkling for kissing and speeches, she said it was tacky so it's on to the dancing. How did you talk them into Muggle music?"

Hermione shook her head. "Um, I didn't. I actually had nothing to do with this part of the reception."

She looked over at Draco who smiled at her lazily. "Don't worry; we won't be dancing in a line to Mozart."

Ginny snorted in laughter and then sat up in shock. "Merlin's beard, Hermione! Isn't that the Muggle singer you like so much?"

Hermione looked toward a section of wall that seemed to have moved away as if it was a panel and gasped.

She looked at Draco who grinned at her and said. "Will he do?"

Ginny was standing up and squealing rushing over to grab Goyle who was allowing her to pull him up but frowning in confusion as she pulled him towards the man who was starting to strum his guitar.

Zabini came over frowning. "Where did you find a Weasley who can sing?"

Hermione laughed as Draco pulled her to her feet. "He isn't a Weasley, Zabini. He is a Muggle singer."

Zabini was frowning at the man. "No way, Granger. That bloke looks just like Weasel King, just shorter."

Draco was frowning as he considered his friends' words but Hermione was laughing. "If you had ever heard any of the Weasley's sing you wouldn't doubt my word."

She pulled at Draco's arm and he nodded at Zabini and walked her out onto the dance floor to join her friends who were waiting for her and Draco to have their first dance.

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Draco grinned as he watched Ginny and Hermione dance the night away with three other girls from Hogwarts he couldn't name. He was standing against the wall with Goyle and Potter.

Zabini was dancing with a pretty Muggle girl who was apparently the daughter of one of Hermione's parent's friends.

Potter was frowning at him. "Should we break that up?"

Draco snorted. "You would Potter, but we won't."

Goyle grunted but didn't take his eyes off Ginny who was spinning with Hermione and laughing happily.

"When's the wedding?" Draco asked smirking into his glass.

Goyle went a little red and said quietly. "A month, her mother wanted time to get things together."

Draco frowned. "Just throw galleons at it and do it next week."

Potter snorted this time. "Weasley weddings don't cost galleons, Malfoy, they take time. Everything is handmade and home cooked."

Draco shook his head but saw that Goyle looked rather satisfied so he didn't say any more about it. Potter was still watching Zabini with narrowed eyes.

"Where is your other half, Potter. I am not sure I have ever seen you without your shadow," Draco asked his tone sharp.

Potter jerked his gaze away from the couple and frowned. "He couldn't make it."

Goyle grunted and made a fist beating it against his hand. Draco smiled; his childhood friend was not amused with the Weasel King. Good, either was he.

"Ginny said he refused to come. Called him the world's biggest prat and threatened to throw him out of our wedding if he didn't learn some manners," Goyle said in his slow voice.

Potter flinched and ran a hand through his already untidy hair his face agitated. Potter still sucked at occlumency. "Yeah well. He is being rather obnoxious right now," Potter said finally glancing over at Hermione and Ginny.

Ginny was waving Goyle over. Draco smirked as he watched his large friend push off the wall and walk over to the petite redhead.

"He seems to be sunk," Draco said with a short laugh.

Potter was watching them his face now carefully blank. "Ginny seems happy," Potter said his tone a bit forlorn.

Draco looked at him and saw pain flash in the man's famous green eyes. "What happened there, Potter? It's not like you to give up on a lost cause."

Harry Potter glared at him and opened his mouth, probably to say something idiotic and then closed it and shrugged. "It just didn't work out; it's complicated and simple all at once."

Draco looked at the man frowning. "I never pegged you for a philosopher or a quitter."

Potter glared at him. "I didn't quit. We just didn't want to keep at it. It was a mutual decision, Malfoy."

Draco nodded his face sneering. "Yeah, she looks tore up about it too."

Potter closed his eyes and when he opened them they were emotionless. "It was good talking to you. If you don't treat Hermione right-"

Draco waved his hand. "Yeah, yeah, you will kill me, curse me, jinx me, put slugs in my soup. Got it, Potter."

He watched the man struggle for a moment and then take a deep breath and say. "Yeah, something like that."

Draco rolled his eyes as he turned back to watching his new bride. She was dancing with her father again to a slow song.

He heard a squeaky voice say softly. "Young master should dance with his mother."

Draco grinned and set down his glass. "Niffy, that's a great idea. Glad I thought of it." He walked away as he heard the old elf give off a wheezing little cough.

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Hermione watched Draco walk over and ask his mother to dance. She seemed deeply surprised but allowed her son to pull her up. People moved aside as he swept his mother onto the dance floor. She would have sighed at what an extraordinary gentleman he was except when he caught her watching him he winked.

She chuckled and dropped her head onto her father's chest who was laughing too. "That young man is sure a charmer. I hope he treats you right, little girl."

Hermione looked up at her father and smiled a bit wistfully. Me too, she thought glancing back over at her new husband again. His mother was laughing at something he was saying as he swept her around the room in a perfect waltz. Hermione sighed at his grace, she wished she had that.

When the song ended she looked up to see Draco walking over to claim her and smiled at her father who handed her over with a large grin.

"Thank you very much," Draco said formally.

Hermione grinned and then gasped as Draco pulled her into him. They had danced the first slow dance together and then separated. She could tell that he was not familiar with the music and was simply grateful that he had put in the effort.

He smiled as he danced with her. "What is he singing about?"

Hermione shook her head as he spun her. "I don't know you would have to ask him, he writes his own songs."

Draco looked mildly impressed and then looked around the room. "It's getting about that time," he said.

Hermione felt her heart rate triple. "We have to say goodbye to everyone."

Draco frowned down at her. "Why?"

She shrugged. "It's our party."

He snorted. "Well, the party isn't over after we leave. So they can say goodbye to us and keep drinking all the wine."

Hermione grinned at his annoyed tone. "You've really been on your best manners, haven't you?"

He snorted down at her and glared. "Yeah I have, Granger, so don't push it."

She threw her head back laughing. "It's not Granger anymore you know."

He frowned as if just realizing that and then shook his head. "Damn, that's going to be bloody confusing. Both of us yelling, Malfoy when we are pissed off."

She smirked. "I don't only say that when I am angry, Malfoy."

He looked down at her and grinned. "You know I think you only call me by my first name when you want something."

She looked affronted by this. "No, I don't."

He tilted his head thinking. "I think so, Malfoy."

She pinched him and he said very loudly. "Ouch! Stop abusing me."

She flushed in embarrassment and ducked her head as people snickered around them. She could feel his chest shaking with laughter against her forehead and she took a deep breath to calm herself.

"You, prat. Don't say something like that in front of my parent's friends. They might believe you!"

He was laughing out loud now as he swept her off the floor and over to his mother who was looking at them with a funny look on her face.

"Why does your bride look like she could jinx you?"

Hermione took a deep breath and turned a dazzling smile on Narcissa who had been simply brilliant today and deserved to be told so.

"I want to thank you for this wonderful day, Narcissa. It was simply beautiful."

The woman nodded regally still giving her son a look that only a mother could perfect. "It was nothing dear," she said finally turning to give Hermione a smile. "It turned out very well."

She turned to her husband who was frowning but nodded and cleared his throat. "Yes, very well," he said in his brisk tone.

Hermione gave him a small smile and then turned to look for her parents. "I want to say goodbye to my parents and then I suppose we should leave to get ready."

She rushed off quickly to find her parents and Ginny and say goodbye, hoping that by the time she did that her nerves would have calmed down. It was time to do the bonding and Hermione was a wreck!

Notes:

I hope the reception lived up to expectation.
Up next is the bonding ceremony!