With only two days before the wedding both Hermione and Draco were beginning to feel the pre-wedding jitters. They had not talked to each other since the incident that had the entire school talking. Draco had decided that he had to have a few words with her before they are bound to each other for the rest of their lives. It was time for breakfast so he took his time walking up to the Great Hall. The excitement the rumors had begun, had begun to die down over the last few days. So only a few girls were giving him looks that would kill any other boy in the room but Draco had grown accustomed to these looks. He was unable to see Hermione at the Gryffindor table but was rather surprised when he heard a voice behind him.

"Draco I think we need to talk," Hermione said not looking into his eyes.

"Sure I was just looking for you actually." Draco grabbed her arm and began to pull her out the entrance and down the hall. It was then that Hermione caught a glance from Pansy Parkinson for the first time in her life she didn't look evil but instead vulnerable. She felt bad that after all this Pansy would have no one. She pondered all this until they made it to an empty classroom. None other than the classroom which begun all the rumors which spread around the school.

"Hermione, my mother has organised the whole wedding day. Amazingly she plans on having it here at school but she plans to decorate the castle for the day. I just thought I'd warn you. Do your parents want to help with anything?"

Hermione began to weep as she clutched on to Draco hoping for the pain to go away. Nothing she did ever made that pain go away it stuck to her.

"My parents won't be coming to the wedding," she managed to get out between sobs.

"Why?" Draco was becoming more confused by the second.

"They're dead," she said grabbing on to him even tighter.

"Hermione, I am so sorry. How did it happen?"

"Death eaters they found them in Australia and killed them. It's all my fault, I'm the reason my parents are dead."

"Shhh... Hermione it is not your fault. Deatheaters are violent foul people who will do anything to cause pain to another person."

"This is all too much. I'm not even 17 and already my parent's are dead, I've been at war and I'm getting married. How is this normal or fair?"

"Hermione, I thought you would have known by now that life isn't fair. Stop pondering on the past and all the bad that has happened. Try to focus on the future and our lives together. We will be happy I will make sure of it and we will have a beautiful family and live happily together for the rest of our lives."

"Draco, thank you but I think it's time we get back to class."

"I'll walk you to potions considering we are in the same class."

The day was somewhat uneventful. Hermione spent the afternoon in the library thinking about the wedding and her future as Hermione Malfoy. It finally struck her that she would have to consummate the marriage for the Ministry to find it legally binding. She had been a virgin all her life and never really felt the need to experiment with boys. After all education first boys later. She couldn't believe she had only just come to this realisation. What am I going to do? What if Draco thinks I'm ugly? What if he likes me? What if I'm really bad? At this point her breath began to stagger and she started hyperventilating. Draco came up and held her hands in an attempt to calm her down.

"Breathe Hermione. Come on breathe through your nose."

"I'm trying," was all Hermione could manage to get out between gasps.

"It's alright, I'm here for you. I will always be here for you." By now he was holding her in his arms.

"Thank you Draco."

"So what was it that got you in such a panic?"

"Well, you see, it was you."

"What do you mean it was me?"

"I was thinking about our wedding and what happens after people get married," Hermione's cheeks had turned bright red just thinking about it.

"Hermione Granger only you would hyperventilate about when think about having sex with your future husband. Are you scared or something? Do you think I'm going to hurt you?"

"No it's just-"

"Your a virgin?" Draco said cutting Hermione off before she was able to finish her sentence.

"Yes I'm a virgin and I don't know, I just thought you might not like me, that you'd think I was ugly or bad in bed. I mean how am I supposed to know anything in comparison to Draco Malfoy whose slept with almost as many girls as I have read books," she said proud of her analogy.

"I havn't slept with that many girls if you would like to know. Hermione you are beautiful and I doubt you're bad in bed so just calm down nothing is going to go wrong and I care about you so stop worrying."

Hermione spent the rest of the day in a daze. She daydreamed through dinner and stared off into space until it was time for bed. She didn't like sleep, all it did was remind her of her parents. But when she closed her eyes that night it was different face she saw. A young boy with silver eyes and blond hair stood before her. It was Draco and he looked more handsome than she had ever seen him. He held his hand out to her she reached out but began to fall only to find him ready to catch her and save her from her nightmare.

Sorry this took longer than the others was in a bit of a busy school work rush. I'm sorry it's not that good, I don't like it compared to others but I just want to get a move along towards the wedding when all the drama kicks in. ;) Keep reading to find out more.