A/N: Alright so this is the first of probably a few wedding posts. I don't know, weddings seem so much fun to write. I am trying to update quite a few times a day until the week of the Harry Potter premiere. I have a big one planned for right after I get back from the movie. Midnight showing! WOOT! so excited. Like seriously though, the update on the day of the Harry Potter final movie release will be a majorly large story. I'm done with it, it's the one i've been working on for probably months now. :) You'll all like it :) changes Epilogue and the whole story completely! :D also I will obviously tell you guys how awesome the movie is! :D I'm excited!

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The wedding was absolutely exquisite. There were so many people there, Hermione was certain she didn't know half the guests. There were probably a thousand chairs placed on the field besides the Weasley's home, and large tents erected on the other side for the reception. Mrs. Weasley complained that it wasn't much in the way of tradition, but it would work. They just had to be very careful with the bride.

According to Irish custom, the Bride should take a separate way home, than the way she took to the ceremony. The cake was a gift from Ginny and was custom made to match the Bride's dress. The day was gorgeous though dark storm clouds threatened the sunshine with rain. Mrs. Weasley said that that was a good sign, that the marriage would last a long time, but only if it rained. If it didn't rain, it would not last long at all.

Mrs. Weasley didn't care who Hermione was getting married to. Months before she had claimed that no matter who the groom was, the whole wedding would be hosted at the Weasley home and she would provide all the food. Hermione had tried to convince her that it was fine and that she didn't have to do that but she insisted. And she of course insisted on incorporating many customs and traditions into the wedding that it gave Hermione a headache.

There were so many Irish customs, and so many Wizarding customs, Hermione just couldn't keep up with them all. She tried, goodness knows how hard she tried, but she just couldn't and for the first time in a long time she allowed everybody else to do the thinking and just made the decisions they all needed her to make.

Like which wedding dress she liked better, or which cake she liked better. What colors went better together and what china she wanted to use. There was also the matter of music and what food to serve, how the bridesmaids dresses would look, what she wanted their hair to look like, whether her parents had told her anything they wanted her to include in her wedding.

Hermione took it all one step at a time and just allowed everyone to go with their own things on most decisions. She told Mrs. Weasley that everyone would enjoy the food she put out, no matter what it was. She told the bridesmaids to look as pretty as they wanted to without overshadowing her, and that she thought a pretty light blue would go best with everyone and with the wedding scheme. She picked out simple china patterns and a variety of music and wracked her brain trying to remember the many things her mother had told her about her own wedding.

Hermione tried as hard as she could to remember what her mother had told her about her own wedding that was so important, but she couldn't remember. She shrugged it off, and thought nothing of it. Her mother had taught her one thing when she was younger, and it was to 'let the past stay in the past. Don't linger on memories and long passed people. Move on and enjoy your own life. That's all anybody wants for you.' Hermione smiled as she remembered her mother saying just that.

She missed her mom, but she knew that she was in a better place now. Her and Papa. Hermione smiled and looked at herself in the mirror. She was beautiful. Ginny had done an amazing job on her make up and hair. She couldn't believe that she was getting married. Hermione tried to imagine her and her fiancee, living happily with however many kids they agreed on.

She tried to imagine living in a house and taking care of her and her husband and the kids. But she couldn't. She and Ron had never discussed where they would live. They had never agreed upon a number of kids to have. They never talked about how things would work once they started having kids, if they ever did. They never talked about how things would work around the house. How strict they'd be, rules for just around the house, age limits on certain things, how they would teach their kids anything.

Hermione had no idea how to take care of wizard children. She knew how to raise Muggle children that was for sure. But wizard children were different. How would you teach them about this world? She knew that they at least had fairy tales. But what about schooling? Would she seriously have to deal with her kids every day for 11 years before they finally went to school where she would never see them?

Hermione thought all of it was nuts. She was overwhelmed. There was still hours before the wedding. And she decided she needed a drink. Hermione quickly grabbed her wand off the table beside her and Apparated to a bar just outside of Diagon Alley.

"Bourbon, double." She muttered miserably. The bartender nodded and handed her a glass and filled it. She shot it back in one gulp then set it down and nodded at him to refill it. He filled it up then left the bottle there. Bartenders always know when someone needs to drink and be left alone. However one young man didn't understand that.

"What brings you here?" He asked sliding into the stool next to her and ordering a shot of whiskey.

"Can't do it." She mumbled miserably before downing her fourth shot.

"Can't do what?"

"Get married. Me and my fiancee haven't talked about anything. How many kids, where we're gonna live, how we're gonna raise kids, how strict we'll be, where they'll go to school, what chores they'll do. We were raised in completely different worlds. I mean, I want a full time job, but I don't know whether I'll be forced to give up my job to raise god knows how many kids." Hermione ranted.

The stranger beside her smirked a little and nodded.

"I get that. I'm supposed to be getting married in a week, but me and my fiancee haven't talked about any of that either. At least you're getting married because you love him."

"Not even. We're getting married because that's what everyone expects out of us." Hermione knew who it was she was talking to and she knew she didn't have to censor in front of him. He of all people understood.

"Really? But I thought... the two of you? You can't be serious?"

"Yah. I tried to break it off with him months ago. But he pulled the whole 'people are recovering and they need hope and strong leaders' bull shit. I mean seriously. But did you not even get a say in the matter?"

"Nope. Dad picked her out pretty much off a line. While we were technically graduating, he picked one out, found out her name then signed everything with her parents. We've already bought two houses. One in Paris, France for her, and one in Australia for me. I plan on learning to barbecue, surf, and herd cattle."

"Are you serious? Do they even do that anymore?"

"I don't know, but Australia was a good movie and it inspired me to work as a Cattle Runner."

Hermione laughed, trying not to spill her drink as she refilled it.

"So today the big day?"

"Yes. Though, to be honest. That house in Australia sounds real good. I can teach you to surf you know."

"Really?"

"Yep. I learned from a friend in America. It was real easy. Though its really hard at first then gets easier as time goes on. You'll get the hang of it. With those umm... football muscles of yours."

"Football?"

"It's the only Muggle sport I could think of. Plus it's actually kind of similar to Quidditch. And by kind of similar I mean not at all alike. But we are in a Muggle bar."

"Got it. You know, neither of us are under oath right now. I made no contract with my fiancee, and you aren't married yet. If we left now, we wouldn't really be breaking any oath."

"I was just thinking that same thing." But she sounded doubtful. He looked at her with longing eyes.

"Come on, Hermione. Think back on fourth and fifth year. We were in love back then! I loved you then and I love you now. Come away with me and just be with me like it used to be. Don't you remember?"

"Of course I remember. I can't ever forget. I just feel so bad. Every time I try to imagine a life with my fiancee, I see your face. I see the kids we could have, a house that we could own. A family that wouldn't hold any prejudices against anyone or anything. I used to imagine it so much that every time I close my eyes I see it. The life I wanted to have for so long. The life I want so bad right now. But I feel bad, because there is a large and beautiful wedding waiting for me in a large field. And a man who loves me regardless of how much I despise him waiting for my hand in marriage."

"Then forget all of it. Forget him and forget the wedding. They forced your hand. You tried to break it off before things got out of control, but they got out of control. You're unhappy and I can see it so clearly. Why can't they? Why can't you! I know you're unhappy and I'm offering to whisk you away and make everything better! I'm offering to take you to a place where you can't be unhappy. Please, come with me."

Hermione looked at the stranger, her eyes filled with tears. She wanted to leave this bar and just go to Australia with him.

"My fiancee doesn't know I have the house in Australia. She told me to buy a house for her in Paris, and then to buy one wherever the hell I want for me. She doesn't know and all the paper work is under a separate name. Technically, Hermione, you own my house. But only if you marry me is it truly yours."

"Sounds like a bad ultimatum. You get a house in Australia, but only if you marry the love of your life." Hermione said in a spokesperson voice. He chuckled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Come on, you know it's worth it." He whispered in her ear. She smiled and thought for only a mere second.

"Will you come with me just real quick? I need to stop by the wedding and leave a note."

Dear Ginny,

You're always begging me to find happiness. Well I've found it. Tell everyone I'm sorry but I can't do this. I tried to break it off months ago, I knew that we weren't right for each other. But he said it was for the greater good and stuck with it. But it has gotten out of control. I don't love him anymore. And I can't do this. Tell Mrs. Weasley I'm sorry for all the trouble I put her and the rest of your family through getting this wedding ready for me and all. But I can't do it. I won't be returning to Britain, not anytime soon at least. Me and my greatest love have reconnected and we are running away. He also was almost lost to a marriage that he saw no end to. So we decided to run away together. I'll keep in touch Ginny. I love you soo much. I left my bouquet for you. I know that you would have been the one to catch it at any wedding I had. I hope to find an invitation to your wedding in a matter of months. Make it at least a plus one until further notice. Me and my love have spent enough time apart as it is.

Thank you for being the best friend a girl could ask for. And for being the sister that will mine through practice if not by law. I love you!

Hermione

A Week Later...

Ginny picked up the newspaper and nearly buckled over in laughter. She had of course shown Harry Hermione's letter. They had all been debating who it was that Hermione ran off with. No one had any idea and just shrugged it off after a few hours of arguing. But now it was a week after the failed wedding and everyone was back to normal.

The front headlines of today's newspaper however was going to send the whole household into an uproar. She showed the paper to Harry who smiled and then started laughing before screaming at Mrs. Weasley to get down here. She was going to need to see this first before any of her sons saw it. She made it downstairs in record time and nearly fainted when she saw the headline. She then swore and tried to hide the paper before remembering she was a witch and lit it on fire.

"Ron cannot see this!" She hissed at Ginny and Harry who were laughing their asses off. She went off to go find Arthur so that he could make sure his son never ran into a paper today. But Ginny continued laughing as Harry picked up a remnant of the newspaper. All that was left was the headline

Rich Boy Missing For A Week: Draco Malfoy Misses Own Wedding