Ch 6: Too Obvious

by:

YearofDragons

Author's Note:

So I don't know if this is going good, I'm not really getting reviews. I'm not sure if I should have more chapters or just kind of cut it short. So here's what I was thinking, this will probably only go up to chapter 10 ish. I've already started working on the Prequel which is Draco x Hermione during their Hogwarts years. For all my readers who've stuck around so far, thank you soOooo much and I really hope you enjoy this chapter!

P.S. I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters, hell even Hogwarts, I definitely down own that. I am however, is just an avid DRAMIONE.

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It was loud, like extremely loud, there were fires, smokes, and is that rain in the other side of the dance floor? Hermione was overloaded with curiosity and amazement at how this establishment is running right now. She signals to Ginny that she needs to sit down, Ginny made to follow Hermione when she waves her hands not to.

"I'll be fine!" Hermione mouthed to Ginny. Seeing her friend was not falling face flat on the dance floor, Ginny went ahead and continued to dance. The Grimly Brothers were Ginny's favorite after all.

"I can't hear myself think!" Hermione said in an exasperated voice as she slid next to a swaying Luna.

"Oh don't be silly you don't need to hear yourself to think," Luna was gently swaying back and forth.

Hermione contemplated the answer and could only smile at her friends peculiarity. 'Touché,' Hermione thought, 'you don't need to hear yourself to think.'

Something was really nagging Hermione and she couldn't shake it, she should, but she couldn't.

"Hermione, are you ok?"

"What do you mean Luna," Hermione fans herself. It was getting a bit hot in the club and maybe she was turning red. "It is a bit hot in here isn't it." Hermione gets up and decides to go out the club.

"I'll go with you Hermione," Luna makes her way out the back door with Hermione.

The night air was nippy, but not cold, the vines radiated heat while the flowers emitted a soft glow engulfing the patio. Fairies floated from person to person, whispering sweet nothings, making body heat up more and fluids flowing freely.

Hermione takes a seat on a secluded corner and Luna follows close behind.

"It's such a nice night," Luna absentmindedly strokes her hair, "It's a shame really that the fairies have to work so hard. You know they are underpaid and surely under appreciated."

Hermione just looked on, a certain blond still lingers in her head. Could it really have been Malfoy?

"I've really noticed a bit of change in you Hermione," Luna grabs her hand and gives it a squeeze. "Is everything alright?"

There was a fairy coming their way and Hermione had to give it a stern looking before it stopped and turned back around.

"What was that Luna?"

"I've just noticed your a bit not yourself, is all." A few fairies had made their way to Luna's side and she was glowing a bit ethereal. "Is it because of Draco?"

Hermione's undivided attention was on Luna now. Looking baffled Hermione couldn't understand why Luna would even come to that conclusion.

"Whatever do you mean Luna?"

"Today marks the 3rd year you know," Luna ushers the fairies away knowing Hermione is a person who values privacy the most. "I'm surprise he hasn't sought you out yet."

"Luna how…" Hermione's eyes glazed over as she looks at her friend eye to eye. 'There's no way Luna knows, there's just no way.'

"I didn't mean to upset you Hermione," Luna was hesitant to continue but Hermione shook her head and ushered her on. "I saw you two, before at school, plenty of times really. I guess people kind of forget I'm around and well it would have been rude to interrupt."

Her eyes opened wider and Hermione turned beet red.

"Oh goodness Hermione nothing like that," Luna giggled. "I meant I've seen the chemistry between you and Draco, the dusties were always thick around you, a nice shade of purple really."

Hermione exhales, "Luna have you ever seen me and Draco at school? Together? Alone?"

"Once after the sorting hat on our first year, a few times in the library, and the time of Yule Ball. But it was one night of our fourth year that I knew you were special to Draco. He came looking for you several times, I guess no one would give him the Gryffindor location. I was out looking for my shoes when we ran into each other. He's a rather handsome man, his hair even glows in the dark! Well he was polite to me and I could never guess why people had disliked him so much."

At this point Hermione's eyes has started watering.

"Luna this is… this is…" Hermione's whole body racked with sobs, and she couldn't stop the tears. How can she explain something that she herself is having a hard time understanding.

"It's ok Hermione, you don't need to say anything. If you don't want to, you can wait until your ready, me and Harry understands."

"Oh ohh noOo…*hiccup*… ?" Hermione just sounds like a bumbling idiot at this point.

"Harry doesn't know about Draco I think. He does know that something, or more importantly someone has always been a bit distracting you. For a while really, he just hasn't said anything."

"Oh nooooooo!"

"Hermione…" Luna puts her hand around Hermione's shoulder. "Do you want to talk about it Hermione? Maybe it will help."

"Luna I don't know what to do? I'm not suppose to feel this way, I'm suppose to be happy. But all I can think about is him, all i've been thinking about ever since that dreadful day was him."

"I wrote to him, everyday Luna, I wrote to him. I didn't understand why he never wrote back, why, why didn't he write back Luna. You know what I don't need him, to hell with Malfoy!"

The drink after drink of firewhiskey is definitely making it's way through Hermione.

"I petitioned to see him you know, I rose to the top of Ministry of Magic! I pulled a lot of strings to obtain an audience with his highness DraaacoooO MaalfoooooOOoy!"

Hermione stood up abruptly and just as quickly she regretted it. The blood rushed to her head and she felt wobbly. Her anger dissipated and sadness washed over Hermione once again.

"He refused to come see me Luna," Hermione plopped back right next to Luna sobbing uncontrollably. "He wouldn't come out of his cell. His cell!. I never ask for anything Luna, not from Harry, not from the Ministry, not even from the wizarding world! AND I SAVED THE WIZARDING WORLD! My GOD I saved the wizarding world Luna the WIZARDING WORLD!"

Hermione was tired, really tired, but it felt so good to say what she's been keeping in for so long.

"I testified for him Luna, I didn't have to, BUT I DID. The press was having a field day, remember the articles, oOoh the articles, Hermione crusader for mudbloods defending Draco Malfoy a low death eater! Remember Luna!"

"I remember Hermione, I know love." Luna was trying her best to console Hermione.

"I did so much for him Luna, so much. And he didn't even come out of his cell. He didn't want to see me…" at this point there was no more fight from Hermione. She collapse on the ground.

"Draco Malfoy, didn't even want to see me."

It was a rare sight to see a broken down Hermione, Luna could only think really of one other time when she broke down like this. It was the dawn of the final battle, but even then Hermione's eyes still held strength. She may have been battle bruised and battered, but her eyes still held the strength that was Hermione. Not today, especially not right now.

"Hermione what makes you happy?"

Hermione looked at Luna, what does make me happy.

"Luna…" but Luna didn't have to hear what Hermione needed to say. Her eyes said it all, Hermione's eye could never hold a secret. To this day Hermione Jean Granger is still in love with Draco Malfoy.

"Hermione, what are you going to do about Ron?" Luna wipes Hermione's tears away and gently pulls her up off the ground to sit next to her.

"Hermione, love, what about your upcoming wedding?"

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Daily Prophet

The countdown continues!

Three Days Left Until the Wedding of the Century!

by: Rita Skeeter

Our very own beloved Ron Weasley, one third of the golden trio, dedicated Auror, bachelor of the year (three years running) is marrying our esteemed Hermione Jean Granger, pillar for the muggleborn reparation, founder of S.P.E.W., Chief Secretary of the Ministry of Magic and the other third of the golden trio is joining in nuptial this coming Summer Solstice Day.

This is said to be the wedding of the century, one that could possibly be bigger than Harry Potter's wedding to Luna Lovegood itself! Many esteemed guests are arriving both from wizarding world and the muggle world. Ms. Granger's humanitarian efforts have really made an impact on both wizarding and the muggle world. There has been rumors that the prime minister and even Queen Elizabeth along with Prince Harry will be attending the wedding.

This will be the first ever, a wedding with both party guests consisting of that wizarding and muggles. Nothing but short of expectation from Hermione Jean Granger's wedding don't you think? Many has tried to capture young Weasley's heart, but ever since the final battle, here at the Daily Prophet has always followed the budding romance between Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger.

Everyone who is anyone will be there. The Daily Prophet will be there to capture every moment and we will be delivering it from the wedding itself! So fear not, no invite, not a worry! We will keep our readers informed, after all this is the wedding of the century!

The nuptial of

Ronald Bilious Weasley

and

Hermione Jean Granger

June 21st, 2001

at the grand estate of

The Burrow

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author's note:

Ahhhhhhhhhh I really hope that wasn't too much of a shocker to everyone. If you didn't figure it out before, I hope it was a good surprise? Review and tell me how you feel. The next one should be coming up in a few days. Thanks again for reading this far! Sorry if this was a bit short, I was tired but I really just wanted to give out this chapter (shocker as it is) to you.

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