The day before the wedding everything seemed as if it was going fine. Hermione had her dream dress to wear down the aisle and Draco, well Draco's mother was having the time of her life planning the wedding. All was well until Draco received a letter from someone he would rather forget about. Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father, had sent him a letter expressing his feelings towards his soon to be wife.

Draco,

As you may or may not know I am still in Azkaban. Through my sources

I have been informed of your nuptials towards a certain mudblood. I must

say Draco that I am very disappointed that you would marry such filth and

dare attempt to destroy the name Malfoy. If you are my true son you will

rid yourself of this filth. Your mother has betrayed me by helping you with

this marriage. Do not expect to here from me again if you marry the wench.

Your Father,

Lucius Malfoy

Draco was outraged. For one how had his father found out about his engagement to Hermione and secondly what right did he think he had telling him how to live his life. Draco had given up on following his father's orders after the war, as a matter of fact he'd given up on his father entirely. He didn't know why he let his father get to him after everything. He supposed it was his constant need for approval from a male role model that he never had. He swore that when he and Hermione had children that he would never be anything like his father. That reminded him he still had to go and get the wedding ring he wanted to give Hermione, it was beautiful ring. It was a platinum ring with a large emerald in the centre surrounded by small diamonds. His grandfather had given it to his grandmother when they'd gotten married all those years ago. So Draco apparated to Malfoy Manor where his mother still lived.

Draco hadn't been to the Manor since the end of the war. He'd stayed at Blaise's for a good part of the holidays in an attempt to avoid the memories. Now that his father was locked away there was no longer a need for him to hide. As he stepped through the doors he noticed the house felt a lot more lively. He figured it was because his mother had the house all to herself so she could decorate it how she wished. As he thought this he saw his mother's walking down the stairs carrying a small green velvet box.

"Draco darling, I was wondering when you would make your way to pick up the ring," she said a magnificent smile covering her face.

"How did you-"

"A mother knows these things Draco dear. Now here you go and run along, I have a lot to do before tomorrow and I don't need you messing it up," she replied as she went back to her serious face.

Draco apparated back to school to find Blaise madly searching for him.

"Draco, where have you been? Something's happened to Granger," he said the concern pouring from his face.

"What? Where is she?"

"She's in the hospital wing, she's been calling for you for hours."

With that Draco began to run. I didn't know why but he felt compelled to protect Hermione. He suddenly realised that he was growing fond of the girl. He ran all the way to the hospital wing to find Hermione sitting in a bed crying his name. He stopped dead in the door way not sure of what to do next.

"Draco," Hermione managed to get out between sobs. He slowly walked towards her bed and set on the edge.

"Hermione, what happened to you?"

"I was walking down the hall when someone grabbed me. I went for my wand but they beat me to it and cursed me. I fell and hit my head. The last thing I remember is a girl screaming at me, that I was a filthy mudblood and didn't deserve something."

"Are you going to be okay for tomorrow?" Draco asked worriedly.

"Nothing would stop me from marrying you tomorrow," she managed a smile but winced when she tried to move.

"You stay here, I'll be back soon. I have a few things I have to sort out." He stood up and gave her a light kiss on the side of her cheek. He wouldn't admit it to anyone but he thought the way her cheeks went red was the cutest. He was glad that Potter came walking in at that moment, he didn't want Hermione to be left alone. Draco and Harry gave each a brief nod and continued on their course.

Draco almost ran out the door grabbing Blaise who was waiting near the entrance to the hospital wing.

"I swear to Merlin Blaise I will kill her," Draco was furious.

"Dude, isn't not marrying her an easier way to get into Azkaban?"

"Not Hermione you idiot, Pansy. She is going to wish she was dead when I'm through with her."

"Why do you want to her Pansy what did sh-" The realisation hit Blaise like a tonne of bricks. "She wouldn't, would she?"

"Who else could it have been? They called her a filthy mudblood and said she didn't deserve something she blacked out before she could hear what."

"Wow she is really obsessed with you."

"I have to find her and talk to her. I suggest you come so I don't murder her."

"I'll come but I'm not going to promise anything."

Sorry I havn't posted for a few days. I hope you still like it, I've been having a bit of a writers block. Please review would be greatly appreciated and enjoy. Hopefully the next chapter will be up within the next few days if all goes well.