Author's Note: Red here! Sorry for taking long to update...Fanfiction's uploading system was down for a while. But good thing is it's back on and here is Chapter Two. Hope you enjoy it, and it was worth the wait.

Disclaimer: Red. JK Rowling. We're different, see? So...clearly, Harry Potter and Dramione aren't mine. /sighs

Chapter Two: An Invitation

Previously…

"So…good to see you, Weaselette," I said sarcastically.

"Malfoy, it's Potter now, and this is no time to be joking. This," she said, raising the envelope she was holding in the air, "is really serious. Something has to be done about it."

"And that envelope is about what?" I said, my voice losing any previous hint of sarcasm, replacing it with evident worry.

She threw it on my desk, the envelope facing me. I recognized at once Hermione's miniature penmanship spelling out my name. Draco Malfoy, the envelope said.

"She's getting married to Ron," Weaselette said, folding her arms above her chest. "And you have to do something about it. Quickly."

"Well, what can I do?" I asked exasperatedly, running a hand through my hair. "Last time we saw each other was eight years ago, and that wasn't really the best of partings…" I left my sentence hanging, not wanting to remember what happened on the train the last time I saw Hermione.

"Well, tell me about it," Weaselette said, taking the chair opposite me.

"Can we please not talk about this? It's painful enough knowing Hermione is marrying your brother, and that I made the stupidest mistake in my life when I let her get out of that train eight years ago," I said, forgetting momentarily that I was talking to Hermione's best friend.

She raised an eyebrow at me and looked at me amusedly. "Well since you started to talk already, might as well finish your story."

"Bugger," I muttered under my breath. "Well…Hermione told me she liked me…it took her a while to, but she did. Then I kissed her. Next thing I know, she's fled the scene, already rushing out of the Hogwarts Express, with her cheeks red and her eyes brimming with tears."

"You what?" Weaselette practically screamed at me. "She told you, and she never said anything about it!" She was already beside herself with glee.

"Er…so do you have any idea on why she ran from me after she confessed how she liked me?"

"She's probably afraid…" Weaselette mused, looking thoughtful.

"Afraid of what? Of what I'd think after she told me? I bloody kissed her already for Merlin's sake!" I practically shouted at Weaselette, forgetting that people passing by in the corridor might hear.

"Calm down, Malfoy. It's not the end of the world yet," Weaselette replied, absolutely not seeing this as a dilemma for my part. But then again, why would she? "To be honest, she was afraid at first. She was worried you'd say nothing, or that you wouldn't take her seriously. Or worse comes to worst, you'd laugh. As to why she ran after you kissed her…" she paused momentarily, probably thinking up theories to my question. She exhaled, looking up at me. "I don't know," she said quietly. "You'll have to ask her yourself," she added, posing this challenge to me as if it were the easiest thing to do.

"You're kidding, right?" I asked, sounding nervous now. "I can't possibly…I mean, the last time we saw each other, I even managed to make her cry, even with our friendship. How would you think she'd react to seeing me now, inquiring about that encounter, years after it happened? I mean our friendship…I'm not even sure where it is now! And besides…she's getting married in two weeks. I'm just going to mess up her life even more if I show up."

"Draco," Weaselette said, using my first name to call my attention. "She invited you. Why else would she if Hermione didn't want to see you?"

I sighed. Of course she had a point. Bugger. "Fine then. I'll do it. I'll ask her but that's the end of that. No objections to her marriage at all. And…"

"What?" she practically screamed at me again, almost glaring at me as well. "Malfoy, don't you understand? This is your chance! You didn't get her last time; will you let that happen again?" She looked at me with a quizzical expression, looking at me like a professor expecting the correct answer from a student.

One look at her and I knew something was up. "There's something you're not telling me," I said, eyeing her suspiciously.

"What might that be?" she demanded, but not before I saw her get taken aback by what I said.

"Nothing," I replied, feigning innocence.

She smirked at me. "I told you," she shot back, her face turning very smug.

Something really was up.

~two weeks ago~

Ginny's POV

"He what?" I screamed at Hermione, who was looking absolutely calm, despite what Ron has done, only a month before their wedding.

"Yes, Ginny. Your brother has cheated on me with Lavender Brown. What's new with that?" Hermione said her words laced with venom. "He was daft enough to actually ignore my feelings in sixth year, so why should he stop now?"

"For Merlin's sake Hermione, he's engaged to you!" I screamed. "He's in no position to go running after girls as if he's another infatuated schoolboy!"

"Calm down, Ginny. I have a plan," she said, reaching for an envelope on her desk, which had an invitation to her wedding. She scribbled something on the envelope and handed it to me. "Give it to him, okay, Gin?" she said, her eyes tearing up.

I looked down on the envelope and saw "Draco Malfoy" written on it. "What?" I asked, not following what she was trying to do.

"Just get that to him. Make him remember," she said mysteriously.

"Er…okay then…I'll do my best. And after that?" I questioned, still not getting her whole plan.

"He'll know what to do. And you know how to talk him into it," she replied, smirking at me. She mumbled something under her breath.

"Sorry, what?" I asked.

Hermione's POV

"Nothing," I said, smiling again. "Just…can you do me this one favor, Gin?"

"Sure thing," she replied. I then shooed Ginny out of my office and smirked.

"I'm sure you can talk him into it, just as you talked me into confessing my feelings for him," I said to myself, sighing.

~end of flashback~

Draco's POV

"So…" I started. "You sure nothing's up? I mean you did say something has to be done about it…"

"I told you once, I'll tell you again—no, there is nothing up. Unless of course, you want something to be up," she replied.

"What the hell does that mean?" I questioned, getting more confused by the minute, ignoring for a moment that she ignored my second question.

"I just mean that something's only up if you want to do something about your current situation that you damn well know will affect Hermione's as well." She smiled at me and turned on her heel, out of my office in seconds. I have this really uncomfortable feeling this encounter with Weaselette is just the beginning of my confusion. Bugger.

"Bugger," I muttered under my breath. Reaching for the envelope, I tore it open and took the invitation from inside.

Dear Draco,

I invite you to my wedding with Ron which is two weeks from today, at 2 PM in the Burrow. I hope this arrives to you safely and that you will attend the ceremony. It will mean a lot to me, as you are already one of my best friends.

Hermione

I guess it's about time I paid Hermione a visit again.

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