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: 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.

Music speaks to my muse.
This chapters song was: Hello My Old Heart, The Oh Hellos
Lyric of choice: I don't wanna be alone, I want to find a home, and I want to share it with you.

Charmed to You

Chapter 19
Periwinkle and Daises.

Hermione looked up and smiled as she saw Draco step out of the fire grate. His hair a bit disheveled as if he had had a rough day, but his suit pristine.

"What no robes?" She teased looking him over. "How very Muggle of you."

She heard his snort and lifted her cheek for his kiss, smiling as she watched his eyes darken as he took in her soft periwinkle blue dress.

"I think this might be my favorite color on you," he said meeting her eyes again with a rather rakish smile. "You wore this color to the Yule ball our fourth year."

Hermione gasped in surprise and then nodded. "Yes, I did."

He nodded and looked around at the quiet kitchen. "Where is everyone?"

Hermione smiled. "Outside, I was just heading up to check on Ginny. Goyle is in the sitting room if you want to check on him. George was supposed to be with him."

She watched as Draco pursed his lips and she hid her grin because she knew he was either about to say something obnoxious or had prevented himself from doing so. "Right. I think I will go check on that then."

Hermione laughed at his forced neutral tone. She didn't expect a miracle in this man, she knew he still had a deep dislike for his old rivals, but she loved that he tried.

Leaning into him she kissed his neck whispering. "I will make it up to you."

His eyes burned as they met hers and she smirked at him before she rushed off to check on Ginny.

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Draco watched Hermione rush away and shook his head. She had found that highly amusing, whatever she had been thinking as she had kissed his neck. He rubbed the spot where her lips had been and stormed off to find Goyle. Poor bloke was probably going batty stuck with George Weasley for company.

When he got there the two of them were drinking some bubbly clear liquid. "What the hell is that?" Draco asked staring at them.

George looked up grinning. "Muggle Champagne. Dean sent a box of it over, it's not half bad."

Draco shook his head but cut off his annoyed retort. Dean, after all, was his business partner and had suckered him into trying more than a few Muggle beverages that were not actually half bad. He didn't half mind the pints they stop and got when they whenever they were near Oxford.

He accepted a glass from George with a raised eyebrow and sniffed the stuff. "Smells fruity."

George nodded. "A bit dry, but it's decent"

Draco snorted and took a sip. It fizzed in his mouth and did indeed taste a bit dry, but it wasn't bad. Goyle nodded at him and went back to staring at the wall.

"What's up with you mate?" Draco asked after observing the man for a moment.

Goyle looked up and shrugged.

George let out a long sigh. "He's just being a wanker. He thinks that Ginny is not going to be happy because he doesn't have any family to offer her. I keep telling him that with all of us around she is probably going to be bloody thankful he's not got a bunch of people sticking their noses in her life."

Draco laughed. "Probably the most attractive thing about you, actually," Draco said with a firm nod at the still pensive Goyle.

George let out a long sigh and stood up. "Listen I am going to check in with dad if you are good to go here. He's going to really like trying this Muggle drink."

Goyle nodded again and after giving Draco a long look that he interpreted to mean, get your friend out of the dumps, the tall Weasley moved out of the room with an empty glass and a glass bottle of what must be the Muggle champagne.

"Goyle, you do realize she has six living siblings, almost all who are married. Mate, she has plenty of family. I wouldn't get yourself all worked up."

Goyle nodded again and then took a long deep breath. "She is not having a maid of honor since I don't have a best man. Said that was fine with her because one of her sister in laws would have gotten all upset she had picked Hermione."

Draco laughed. "Probably true."

Goyle nodded. "I told my Dad."

Draco sat up in shock. "Yeah?"

Goyle shrugged. "It's going to be in the Prophet, ya know? Ginny was really mad that I didn't take her with me, she said I shouldn't have to face his prejudice alone."

Draco felt surprise ripple through him; he was always shocked by how loyal Gryffindor's were. Always one to share a burden. "How did that go then?"

Goyle snorted and sipped his drink. "Bout as well as I expected. He threw a tantrum and I walked away with him screaming that I was a blood traitor."

Draco blew out a slow breath. "Well, that's real nice of him."

Goyle looked up and then gave a small smile. "He always was nice, yeah?"

Draco snorted at this and shook his head chuckling. "Damn Goyle, you have improved with age. But listen, your dad is a git, always has been, and a damn mean one most of the time too. Ginny isn't going to mourn not having him at this wedding."

Goyle raised an eyebrow. "He'd never come, probably be showing up with a few of his mates to set the place on fire."

Draco nodded and then winced. "Yeah well, imagine what Nott has to look forward to. He sent me an owl the other day saying he bloody signed up to be matched."

Goyle's eyes went wide. "Nott? Theo Nott?"

Draco grunted. "The very one. Don't envy the poor girl who gets stuck marrying into that family."

Goyle seemed to improve as he pondered that as if he realized that while he might not have parents here to offer his new bride, he at least didn't have parents waiting back home ready to murder her either. Goyle's dear dad would be in prison the rest of his natural life.

After that, they settled in to drink a bottle of the champagne and laugh about who they thought Theo might get paired off with.

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Hermione smiled at a beaming Ginny, whose hair was alight with pixie lights and flowing down her back. Her skin glowed as well, honey dust, and her toe nails were an adorable soft blue.

"Thanks for wearing the dress," Ginny said with a wink.

Hermione smiled at her friend and nodded. Ginny's wedding colors were sunshine yellow and periwinkle blue. And even though she had opted to not have any attendants in her wedding she had asked Hermione to wear one of her wedding colors. Knowing of course that Hermione would choose the blue over the yellow.

"So, have you heard from Ron?"

Ginny snorted. "Yes. Mom marched him into the kitchen this morning where he rambled off a five-minute apology and then went off to help dad finish setting up the tent." Ginny turned looking at herself in the mirror and grunted. "Honestly he is competing with Percy for the title of the biggest prat in our family."

Hermione hid her laugh. "Well, at least he is here," she said her tone relieved.

Ginny nodded. "Right, mom confiscated his wand too. She says he has to earn back her trust. He whined about that for a good ten minutes. Said that he wasn't at fault and that I had deformed half his buttocks."

Hermione giggled. "The warts finally go away?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Not yet. Goyle saw Zabini the other day and apparently they disappear eventually. I didn't tell Ron that though."

Hermione snorted at her friend's obvious disappointment to this news. Carefully, not wanting to upset Ginny but having to know she asked. "Ginny? Is Harry going to be here?"

Ginny's eyes flashed for a moment as something moved across them, not regret per say, but a brief flash of sadness. "I don't know. He's in Rome for the ministry, I told him not to worry about being here."

Hermione nodded biting her lip. "If you didn't tell him to not to show up, then I am sure he will come, Ginny."

Ginny sighed. "I know he asked for a portkey. Percy told me that."

Hermione gave her friend a tentative smile. "I bet he feels he has to be here, to keep Ron in line."

Ginny let out a laugh. "Well, he can get in line for that job!"

The girls turned as Molly Weasley bustled back in wiping at her eyes. "Oh Ginny, you look lovely. Now, are you sure you won't wear Aunty Muriel's tiara? She brought it you know."

Ginny adjusted her wreath of daisies and shook her head as Hermione set the veil over her friend. It was a beautiful piece of lace that went all the way to the floor but didn't actually cover her face. Ginny was in a simple white lace dress that she had designed herself. With the veil on, Hermione thought she looked like a fairytale princess.

Molly looked her daughter over and wiped at her eyes. "Oh, dear, you're so grown up Ginevra. When did that happen?"

Ginny smirked at her mother reaching for her flowers. "Is dad ready?"

There was a cleared throat and then Arthur Weasley stepped into the room his eyes filled with tears. "Here I am, dear. You look beautiful."

Ginny's eyes grew moist and she blinked, stepping forward to tuck her arm in her fathers. Hermione stood back as they left the bedroom following with Molly who was dabbing at her eyes.

When they made it to the kitchen she found Draco waiting for her, his eyes smiling at her as she moved to take his arm so he could escort them to their seats.

A harp that had been enchanted to play went silent as everyone rose to watch Ginny walk out on her father's arm. Goyle she saw looked a bit stunned as he watched his bride glide towards him.

Their vows were simple but sincere. Hermione wiped a tear when Ginny told Goyle that he got not just her but her family too. The man had looked stunned.

Draco leaned over and said softly. "He was worried he didn't have a family of his own to offer her."

Hermione looked at her husband a bit wide eyed and then gestured at the very large Weasley clan surrounding them. "I don't think she will be left wanting."

Draco chuckled and nibbled at her ear. Hermione shivered and turned back to the ceremony, her eyes clashing with Ron who was glaring at her with anger blazing all over his face, which was red. She flushed and looked down, unease going down her spine.

Draco jerked his head and stared at Ron until he turned around. "Git."

Hermione shushed him and they finished watching the ceremony.

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Harry showed up as the reception started, wearing dress robes and looking a bit flustered. "I had to go to a ball," he said as he sank down next to Hermione.

"How was it?" She asked smiling at him.

He swept a hand through his hair and sighed. "Typical, everyone fawned all over me, stared at my scar, and didn't really listen to a word I said."

Hermione nodded, the ministry often asked Harry to go to other countries to represent them. Harry always resented it; he was not at all comfortable being used as a political asset or bargaining chip. But, Kingsley was good about only asking him when it was really important.

"What was this all about then?" Hermione asked curiously.

Harry shook his head. "I can't tell you, actually. Something came up in France that needed to be smoothed over with the Ministry in Rome."

Hermione frowned. "So why didn't France do the smoothing over?"

Harry grimaced and glared out into the darkness. "It was our mistake, it just happened in France." He stood up suddenly agitated. "Look I better go check in with Ron."

Hermione watched him disappear feeling shock move through her. He hadn't met her eyes once and he looked really angry. It had been ages since she had argued with Harry and she couldn't imagine what was wrong now.

She felt hands settle over her shoulders and she looked up seeing Draco frowning down at her. "What happened?"

Hermione shook her head. "I don't know. Harry said he was in Rome trying to smooth something over for the ministry. He mumbled something about France and our fault and then just shoved off looking really angry."

Draco let out a slow sigh and pulled her up. "Why don't we dance?"

She nodded looking over to where Harry was now talking to a foul tempered Ron. She shook her head and allowed Draco to pull her into his arms as enchanted interments played a waltz.

Two dances in she was having a hard time keeping her eyes open. Ginny and Goyle had disappeared, taking a port key to the Isle of Wight where they would do their binding ceremony and spend a week on honeymoon. The elder Weasley's, of course, had gone with their daughter. Charlie now seemed to be in charge of the party and was arguing with his younger brother, who seemed to be demanding he be given something back.

"What has Weasley's knickers in a twist?" Draco asked lazily.

Hermione frowned and then laughed as understanding hit her. "His mother took away his wand for the wedding. I bet he hasn't gotten it back yet."

She watched Draco's eyebrows raise and his face go alight with a very dark glee. "Really? Weasel King is wandless?"

Hermione hit him. "Draco!"

He looked down smirking. "What?" He asked lazily spinning her and then dancing them off the floor.

She shook her head and then yawned again. "I am not sure I can stay awake much longer, it's been brutal this week at the Ministry and I think it all just caught up with me. I am suddenly totally and completely knackered."

They quickly made their excuses and when she stumbled in her heels she heard his grunt and then he was lifting her up into his arms and walking her towards the house. A moment later there was a flash of green and then he was setting her down on their bed as the fire in the grate in their room died out.

"The dress, I don't want to ruin it." She said trying to sit up.

She felt him pull out his wand and then she was naked and he was tucking her in, adding an extra blanket.

His lips brushed her face tenderly. "Sleep, beautiful."

Notes:
Ginny's bonding will be private. Goyle kind of breaks my heart to be honest. What a lonely life he has had. But I think he is setting his heart free and giving it to Ginny and that she will take very good care of him.

Up Next:
Conversations with Ginny and George and we meet Constance Avery (George's fiance)