A/N: Alright so this chapter is a mix of 27 Dresses and the cool party scene from Titanic. If you can imagine those in your heads at some point in time it might make a bit of sense :) hopefully it makes sense anyway. I'm not really sure how to explain the whole Irish party thing. You kind of need to go to one to understand what they're like. :)

Hermione looked out at the wedding, Ginny was right it was absolutely gorgeous. Ginny was at least hoping it was beautiful. But she hadn't seen it yet. She wasn't allowed to. Harry had put everything together and had paid for everything. And Ginny had only been allowed to do her dress, the bridesmaids dresses, and the flowers that she liked. She didn't even get to pick out the cake.

She was only a little worried about how everything would turn out, but Hermione had definitely been helping him out. She knew Ginny was going to absolutely love this wedding. It would be perfect. Mainly because Hermione had read the diary Ginny had kept when she was younger and they had recreated the wedding Ginny had made up when she was younger.

Hermione looked back at Ginny who was sitting in a chair as Mrs. Weasley, Lavender, Fleur, Angelina, and some other witch fixed her hair, make up, nails and other body parts to their liking. Hermione wanted to laugh as she caught a glimpse of Ginny's face. She looked absolutely miserable and by the glare of her eyes she was about to seriously mame everyone in there if they didn't give her a second to breathe.

"Alright everyone, come on. Let's give the bride some room to breathe. With all this hairspray and potion fumes around she'll suffocate to death before she can even say I do." Hermione said, receiving a thank you look from Ginny. It was no wonder why Hermione was the Maid of Honor. She knew exactly what Ginny was thinking.

All the women vacated the tent, some throwing Hermione dirty looks as they left. Ginny stood up and walked around a bit. She couldn't go outside on the off chance that Harry would accidentally be walking by. According to Wizarding custom it was a curse on your marriage if the groom saw the Bride before the wedding.

Hermione was excited for this wedding. Her two best friends were getting married and she actually had a date to it. She was so happy for Ginny. This was going to be the best day of her life. She knew it.

"I can't believe today has come. It feels as if its all a dream, and I'll wake up like normal in a few moments and have to live it all over again. This is the way I always imagined everything to be like, it just feels like it should all be a big dream." Ginny said itching to open a flap to let in some air. Hermione nodded, knowing that everything she was saying was true. She had always imagined this as her wedding, why would it differ from her dream any?

That's one way Hermione knew that everything was perfect. Because Ginny was confusing it with all her many dreams about her very own wedding day. Hermione smiled a secret smile, knowing the dream feeling wasn't going to go away. This was going to be an absolutely perfect day. Of course there might be some hitches, she realized as she heard outraged yells coming from outside.

"What are you doing here? This is is my only sister's wedding! Why are you going to ruin it for her? Why are you such a fucking bloody arse?" Ron was yelling outside. I could hear Harry talking quietly to Ron, I could even see what was going on outside.

"What is it? Where do we have to go?" Harry asked, knowing that he was going to tell them about some mission.

Ron and Harry were part of the Magical Law Enforcement. What they did was they traveled from place to place and picked up criminals or spied on certain Dark organizations. And this was their boss, supposedly bringing them more work.

"I'm here for the wedding. Harry you have been excused from work for a month as you have asked, and Ron I expect to see you there bright and early Wednesday morning." Today was Thursday. Hermione smiled as she thought about how nice the boss was. But I could tell Ron was going to be extremely rude.

"Why so you can ruin her life like you've ruined mine and Harry's?" Ron snapped at their boss. Hermione looked at Ginny who was about to laugh. Harry actually liked the guy, it was just Ron being a prejudiced jerk. Hermione knew in fact that the guy Harry and Ron were talking to was a nice guy and actually not the bad guy Ron made him out to be.

"Ron, we invited him. He's a nice guy. Get over your childish hatred. He has." Harry said, hoping that would be final. But Ron started protesting very loudly and most of them were swears. Hermione couldn't take it anymore and went outside.

"Hermione, go back in the tent. We'll deal with this asshole." Ron said glaring at his boss. Hermione rolled her eyes and walked over to Ron's boss and kissed his cheek.

"Hi darling, glad you could make it." Then she led him away as Ron stared open mouthed at the two of them.

"Ginny you look amazing." Hermione said as she prepared Ginny to walk down the aisle. There was only a few seconds left until she was going to walk down and meet Ginny at the alter. The wedding was promising to be a very magical event, and the reception was looking like an awesome party that was waiting to happen.

Hermione heard her cue to walk down the aisle and started. She was the last to come in before the bride and looked beautiful in the dark red dress Ginny had picked out for the bridesmaids. As she made it up to the altar, she heard the beautiful music of the Bridal March starting up, and she turned around to watch her best friend walk down the aisle. She saw Mr. Weasley, and then Ginny.

She was absolutely gorgeous in her dress. It was a princess cut dress in beautiful pearl. It had no sleeves, and was a bodice all the way down to the top of her thighs and then flared out beautifully. It had crystals sparkling all over it, making it look like she was a beautiful diamond. Hermione looked at Harry, she always enjoyed the look on the face of the groom as he watched his bride walk down the aisle. He was grinning like he was amazed to have found a girl like her.

And right before she got to the altar he seemed worried. Like he thought he wasn't worthy of a beauty like Ginny. But he was. He most definitely was. Eventually Ginny made it all the way to the altar and it seemed like forever before they were able to say their I do's. And eventually it was over. The ceremony was done with and now came the party.

It was Irish tradition to take a different way home than you took on the way to the wedding. So went Mrs. Weasley announced that it was time for the reception, Harry smiled and summoned his broom from nearby. He grabbed his Mrs. Potter and they climbed onto the Firebolt and went off over the house to the Reception in the field on the other side of the house. Ginny looked happy. The rest of the guests ran from their seats to the other side of the house and were waiting at the Reception by the time the couple touched down on the ground.

Then the party started. An Irish band started up some music and soon everyone was dancing. The rowdy Irish music was lively and there was no specific dance moves. Hermione was dancing crazily and wasn't caring. No one cared when Irish music was playing.

Suddenly it seemed like there was a competition going on. Hermione got up on the table and started Irish dancing, and competing with other party guests on Irish dancing. Hermione was undoubtedly the best Irish dancer at the wedding. Then she went up against Harry and Ron's boss. She had met her match, no doubt. He was pretty good himself, and kept smiling at her whenever she danced.

"You dance pretty good." He shouted over the din of the party. Hermione smiled.

"So do you."

"Well I must admit that my mother made me take dance classes when I was younger. But not Irish dancing. That one I learned when I went on a business trip to Ireland." He said laughing as the competition continued.

"I started taking Irish dance lessons when I was 4. I've been a professional dancer since I was 10. I guess that means I kind of cheated." Hermione said looking devious. Harry's boss stopped dancing and looked at her with shock.

"Miss Hermione Granger has cheated? I'm shocked! You should be ashamed of yourself, Miss Granger." He said putting his hands on his hips.

"You're one to talk. You asked me to teach you how to Irish dance in Ireland. That's just as bad." Hermione said getting close to him.

"You're right. This is fun. I'm totally gonna be your date to the next wedding you go to." He said smiling at Hermione.

"You better be. We've been dating for 3 years. If I go with someone else, you should really be worrying."

He stared at Hermione, seeing how beautiful she was. And how she seemed to be having the most amazing time at this wedding. To be honest he had been staring at her almost all day. She was so beautiful, it was hard not to.

Hermione had noticed him staring at her while she walked down the aisle and throughout the whole wedding. She had tried not to look at him, but it wasn't really working. She at one point smiled at him then nodded towards the bride and groom, motioning that he should be watching them not staring at her. He smiled and nodded and turned his attention to the wedding he was currently attending.

But now they were dancing and he had only eyes for her. It was no longer required for his eyes to be anywhere else.

For what felt like hours they danced the night away, they drank and laughed and danced some more. And when it was just them and the Weasleys and Potters there, Hermione finally stopped dancing and sat down.

"I love Irish parties! They're so much fun!"

"So, my dearest, how did you enjoy the wedding?" Hermione's date asked her.

"It was amazing. Me and Harry put it together. A recreation from Ginny's diary. How'd you like it?" Hermione asked sipping at her Butterbeer.

"I thought it was absolutely extravagant. Who was the main planner you or Harry?" He seemed quite interested in what was going on.

"Harry. I just provided him with the information. He oversaw everything." Hermione said eying her date carefully.

"Good."

"Why?"

"Well, we've been dating for awhile, right?"

"About 3 years, yes."

"Well, I just wanted to know who to call when we start planning our wedding. I think I like the idea of doing it all myself with the help of Harry and Ginny and letting you just relax."

"And who says I'm gonna marry you?" Hermione asked folding her arms over her chest.

"Well obviously he's gonna ask you sometime soon." Fred said as he picked up the chairs next to Hermione.

"Ya, and by the looks of it, it's gonna be a very sweet and emotional proposal. You're gonna cry. And so will you Hermione." George said picking up the chair Hermione was in. She started laughing as George started to carry her off.

"George! Fred! I need that!" Hermione's date exclaimed getting up and chasing after the twins.

"Oh, well then here you go." The place they happened to set Hermione down, just happened to be a nice beautiful table for two with fairy lights everywhere and the altar from before in the background. It also happened to be the very place Fred, George and Hermione's date just happened to discuss earlier in the day.

Hermione's date knelt to the ground, and held out a beautiful silver ring with what seemed to be the largest and most brilliant emerald Hermione had ever seen. Small diamonds encrusted the band in a snake like formation. It was absolutely beautiful, albeit very Slytherin.

"Will you Hermione Jean Granger, do me and my family the greatest honor of being my wife?" He asked holding out the ring to her.

Hermione just stared at it, amazed that he was proposing to her. She nodded, unable to speak. He smiled so big he looked like the happiest person in the world, and when he finally recovered from the shock of her accepting he slipped the ring onto her finger. It was, of course, an absolute perfect fit.

"Now I can show you off at parties as being the next Mrs. Draco Malfoy."

A/N: don't ask why i love leaving off like that. It just makes it seem cooler. I dunno. I like it. :) Hope you do too! Please Review! :)