When I woke the next morning, I could tell I got less than eight hours of sleep.

I groaned and put the pillow over my face to keep the light from seeping in, but it was too late. I was up. I kicked the blankets off of me and got out of the bed, ignoring George's still form to place the pillow nicely in place and then set the covers.

"Morning," George mumbled.

"Morning," I replied, reaching into my trunk to retrieve some clothes.

"What time is it?"

"Nine," I replied, seeing the clock on the nightstand just under the window. "I'll see you at breakfast."

I flew to the bathroom, taking a shower and changing quickly before heading down to breakfast. Molly smiled as she saw me.

"Bacon, dear?"

"Thank you," I smiled as I accepted a plate of eggs, bacon, and sausage from her.

"You alright?" she asked kindly.

I nodded, "A little tired, that's all."

"We're buying wedding dresses today, after your shift. Since you and George have the last wedding out of all of my children, you have the most time to look for one, but I want to get everything finished as soon as possible."

"Where are we going?"

"A little boutique down the road. They have gorgeous gowns."

I nodded. It was always my dream to wear my mother's wedding gown, but it was destroyed in the fire. There was no hope now. A new one would have to do.

"Sounds wonerful," I responded. She smiled warmly before whisking away at more eggs. I left the room and took a seat at the empty dining room table, eating slowly. I wasn't that hungry.

"Hey," George greeted, sitting down. "You look awful."

"Thanks," I stated sarcastically.

"You're welcome!" he smiled, winking. He took a sip of his coffee. "How was your dreams?"

"Full of books," I replied sarcastically.

"Oh, that must have been pleasant," George replied thoughtfully.

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Don't you have some place to be?"

"I go to the shop in about fifteen minutes. Can't I sit and have breakfast with my fiancee?"

I grabbed my plate and stood, "I'm going to Diagon Alley for the Ministry. The Death Eaters have been getting frisky."

"I can think of something else that's frisky," he winked dramatically.

I sighed and left the room, putting my plate in the sink before heading to the living room, "I'll see you later, Mrs. Weasley."

Molly looked up from the paper and nodded, "Be careful, dear."

I smiled, "I will."

"Oi, 'Mione!" I heard someone call. My teeth grated at the nickname, but I turned and looked at George. "I'm going to Diagon Alley too, allow me to escort you."

"Fine," I sighed as I saw Molly's face brighten.

He held out his hand and I took it hesitantly, a grimace on my face. I didn't even get a breath before he apparated. I gasped for air when we landed and he just chuckled.

"See you at home, sweetheart," he winked.

"You're impossible," I snapped.

He just smirked. I walked away briskly to get to my position. I saw Harry and Ron already there.

"No one?" I asked.

Harry shook his head, "This is going to be a really boring day."

I looked around and saw loads of solemn faces, "They're all shopping to get stuff for their weddings."

"We have six bloody months!" Ron insisted. "Mum's mental."

"That's what I told you brother then he told me to pick a date in the month," I laughed.

"I think people just want to get it over with," Harry sighed. "Cho's nice and all. She and I have to have two total."

"Figures," I muttered.

"What?"

"Totally agree with Hermione here. I have to have six bloody babies!" Ron exclaimed. "And if Lavender calls me Won-won one more time, I swear, I'm going to fly away."

"How is Lavender?" I asked. "Last I saw her, she was recovering from Fenrir's bite."

"She's better," Ron sighed, defeated. "Can't apparate yet, but she's able to use the Floo. Mum's absolutely fussy over her."

"Well, she did try to kill a werewolf," Harry interjected. "And the werewolf nearly killed her."

"I wonder if she would have been given lycanthropy, if she would have been drawn to marry someone," Ron sighed.

"Well, Teddy wasn't chosen for anyone," I smirked. "Although, he is quite young."

Harry laughed, "Could you imagine him and a little baby girl crawling down the aisle?"

I snorted, "You and your visions, Harry."

I heard a shout and then a red stream of light went dangerously close to Harry. Immediately our wands were out and we were looking around.

"Find them," I whispered.

Ron craned his next to look over the crowd, before announcing, "There! Dolohov!"

I followed his gaze and saw him. "I've got this one."

"Hermione-"

"I've got it," I insisted. "Impendimenta!" I shouted.

"Oh, its Mudblood Granger," Dolohov laughed. People were very quiet, backing away. I stepped down from the sidewalk and walked towards him down the road.

"Antonin Dolohov. If you do not surrender now, then Aurors will be forced to cripple you and take you to Azkaban, no trial."

Dolohov just smirked, "Come and get me."

"Stupify!"

"Crucio!"

I dodged it and kept a vice grip on my wand, "Last chance."

"Expelliarmus."

I was barely able to dodge that in time. "You asked for it. Stupify! Rectumsempra! Expelliarmus!"

He was able to dodge every one but the last one. His wand flew dutifully into my hand and I smirked, "Now, what were you saying?"

I stunned him and placed Auror cuffs on him, which were tight and grew tighter the more he tried to struggle. "Antonin Dolohov, you are now going to be taken to the Ministry of Magic, where upon arrival, Aurors will escort you to Azkaban."

"Don't I feel special," Antonin growled.

I smirked, "Quite the special treatment."

I apparated on the spot and was greeted in the lobby with three Aurors, including Kingsley.

"Antonin Dolohov," I introduced. "His wand." I passed his wand over to Kingsley.

"Good job, Hermione," Kingsley approved. "Very quick, I take it?"

"Quicker than Rodolphus, sir," I replied.

"Hermione, about the Marriage Law."

"George and I will make it work, somehow," I interrupted, shaking my head. "I'd rather not talk about it, Kingsley."

"Very well. But know I am sorry. I had no choice."

I nodded, "I figured as such." The Aurors, who I didn't know, took Dolohov.

"I want to say something," Dolohov spat.

"Make it quick," The Auror said, knowing that whatever he would say to the Minister would not be pleasant.

"Mudblood, you have fun with your blood traitor," Dolohov spat. "Tell me how the children are."

I was confused, "What the bloody hell are you on about?"

He grinned, "You tell me in a year. I'll expect your visit."

"That's enough," The Auror said, and they apparated. I nodded to the Minister, apparating myself. I plopped next to Harry and Ron.

"Well?"

"Azkaban for good," I nodded. "And anything else happen?"

"Nothing worth the acknowledgement," Ron muttered.

"George's coming at noon to take you to lunch."

I groaned, "Kill me now."

"What's wrong with him? He's trying to be like a normal-"

"I just want to go into this and-"

"And be strangers?" Harry interrupted. "That's going to be so awkward when you're at the alter."

I sighed, "I just. . . it's difficult. You used to be with Cho, so it's not really that awkward for you guys. And you and Lavender, Ron. You've had history. You dated a year ago for nearly six months. And George and I? We are completely different people! The Ministry made a mistake."

"Did you talk to Kingsley while you were there?" Harry asked.

I nodded, "He apologized, saying he had no choice."

Ron sighed, "I would rather you marry my brother than some bloke like Malfoy."

I gave him a hard stare, "Thanks, Ronald."

He just shrugged, "You're welcome."

Ugh, at least George wasn't as dense as him.

A day in the life of Hermione Granger, huh? Review, please!

-Nastya