Hermione smiled as she watched the dimming light over Burrow, where the sun settled into the west making silhouettes of the buildings and casting long shadows behind the people moving in the garden, still working on the preparation for the wedding.

Her wedding, just a week later, changing her name to Hermione Weasley.

She smiled even as the warmth of the day was dying down, replaced by a chill as the night was just about to begin, with many of her friends moving around, helping with the preparations. It was hard to believe that she was about to be married … but, with five years after the war, it was finally the time.

However, her happiness wasn't enough to prevent her from shivering, owing to the way she was dressed. It was a beautiful dress, far more daring than she would usually wear.

The black garment hung on her like it was painted on her, stopping mid-thigh and diving just enough to flash a hot amount of cleavage. More so if someone stood above her as it wrapped around her slim waist and her legs more than she was used to. Still, she was certainly glad that she had managed to get into the habit of exercising with Fleur, as it paid off.

She had to admit, she looked better than one might expect from the bookworm of Gryffindor.

That didn't prevent her from feeling annoyed, as the whole reason she wore this dress was another stupid fight with her fiancee, a fight that started when Ron decided to change the pace and decided to add some muggle traditions to their wedding. Ordinarily, she would have loved that, but, usual to his character, Ron decided to pick something that would absolutely annoy her.

He decided to have a bachelor party.

She hadn't been particularly happy when she heard it. She didn't want to admit it openly, but she still had her problems with jealousy; a remainder from the time when she was an annoying, bushy-haired know-it-all student. So, she tried to stop Ron. He refused, arguing that he had already promised to his friends, and it would make him look weak.

From there on, the fight escalated until Hermione dared with a party of her own, even showing the dress she planned to wear … but Ron was not any less stubborn, and he ended up accepting the dress.

Hermione was too far gone to change her mind.

Still, despite the unfamiliar dress, she had to admit, she was excited. Just a week more, and she would be walking down the aisle to marry her long-time boyfriend. She couldn't wait —

"Hey, girl. Ready for your party," a voice came from behind. Fleur, her current closest friend. Hermione looked back, and gasped. Fleur was wearing a white dress, one that didn't cover much more than her black dress. Albeit, Hermione hated to admit that, Fleur looked much sexier.

Not that there was any competition. While she was a formidable witch and businesswoman, Fleur always made a point of maximizing her femininity. And, as a quarter-veela, she had a lot of femininity to maximize.

"Sure. Just let me have one last talk," Hermione said as she walked forward, seeing Ron with his brothers, and most of their friends. Neville, Seamus, Dean, Oliver, and a few friends from the ministry.

Seeing her approach, Ron walked forward. "Hi, honey," he said with a smile.

"Remember the rules," Hermione said. "No touching the … dancers," she said, still unable to believe that she had allowed her fiancee to bring strippers to his party. But, she had already promised, and she trusted Neville to manage things. He always had a calm head.

Ron chuckled. "Don't worry, honey," he said. "I promise that I'll be good. With everyone here … well, almost everyone."

"Harry not coming," Hermione said.

"No," Ron said with a shake of his head. "Something about a dark beast loose in Chile or something like that. We'll probably read it in the newspapers. He promised to do his best, but… I just hope that he'll be able to make it to the wedding."

Hermione shook her head, not even commenting. Harry's absence, while a bummer, was completely expected. It was more or less the same since the end of the war. Once the Death Eater threat was dealt with, Harry had lost himself in wanderlust, traveling the world, and while doing so, dealing with some of the most dangerous magical threats almost casually.

"Alright," Hermione said as she leaned for a quick kiss. Ron made a move to deepen, but the cheers from the background discouraged her. She might be about to get married, but she was still not comfortable with public affection. "Now, have your party."

With that, Hermione returned to Fleur's side, and they apparated away.

Six hours later, Hermione found herself smiling far bigger than she had been expecting. Drinking, laughing, and hanging with the friends she hadn't seen for a long time, she found herself laughing constantly. "… You're right, Susan. It had been an incredible time," Hermione said with a deep chuckle.

"Looking back, it's hard to believe all those crazy times," Susan answered. "Hogwarts was mad, right?"

"Yeah," Hannah commented, chuckling. "Too bad Lavender had to disappear early for a work emergency."

"True," Hermione said, though she was certainly not bummed about it. After all, an old roommate from school might be, but Lavender was here because she was fun at parties, not because Hermione was close to her.

Though, Hermione had to admit, it was fun to watch her flirt with the boys at the bar. It was fun to watch her flirt. It was an art form.

"You shouldn't have needled about her about taking Ron away from her that much," Susan commented. "It was a bit mean."

"Sorry," Hermione said, though not feeling particularly so. "It's her fault for sharing all those stories about my fiancee. I didn't need to know how deep she could take him."

Fleur chuckled. "Sweetie. It had been years. Nothing to care about. You have done much more with him."

Hermione blushed. That was part of the problem. She hadn't, because she decided to save herself for the marriage … though, when she did, she had never imagined the wedding would be delayed for almost five years, with both of them dealing with emergency after emergency as they somehow led Magical Britain back to peace.

Harry's absence made things much harder.

However, Hermione didn't say that to their friends. Instead, she shrugged. She was ready to admit that, she was able to do so because, ultimately, she managed to take Ron from Lavender, making her the victor.

It was easy to be gracious in victory.

"Well, I think I'll call it a night," Hannah called a moment later. "It's getting too late." After some chatter, Susan and Hannah left, and the rest wasn't too far behind.

"Wine at my place?" Fleur asked.

"Excellent idea," Hermione responded, and they apparated away.

A little while later Hermione was sitting in Fleur's living room, chilling with a rather large glass of water while Fleur drank wine. "Really, no more alcohol, it's your night," Fleur chuckled lazily, though she was slurring as she said so.

"You know me with alcohol. It gets me … going," Hermione said, blushing. "I don't need it, not with my wedding just a week away. You know that we …"

"Didn't have sex yet," Fleur completed shamelessly. She was always outspoken, but the alcohol loosened her lips even more. "Maybe you should, you know, take the edge of the wedding night."

"No, not after all that time," Hermione said.

"Well, how about a preview," Fleur answered with a big smirk.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

Fleur's smile got even bigger as she pulled her wand. A wave later, a box appeared in front of her. "Open it," she said.

Hermione was tempted to cast detection charms, but Fleur was not George, so it wouldn't have been a joke. Still, she was surprised to see what was inside. Mostly white, with a slight black.

The black piece was an elegant mask, just enough to cover her eyes, but when she put it on and checked, she noticed both her eye color and hair color changed. Her eyes turned blue, while her hair turned raven black from their usual chestnut. It even subtly changed the lines of her face. Eyeing her friend once more, she pulled the white … only to find herself looking at a facsimile of a wedding dress.

A slutty facsimile. She put it in front of her, and noticed that the dress was barely long enough to cover her ass, and that was as long as she didn't bend over. The cleavage wasn't any better. "You can't be serious," she gasped in shock as she looked at Fleur confusedly.

"What's this for?" she asked, afraid of the answer.

"It's for you to wear before you go back to Burrow," Fleur explained. "That way, you can have pity on the poor groom and allow him to touch one of the dancers. Imagine his pain, watching all those strippers and not touching."

Hermione blushed. "I can't. This's barely a dress," She said as she caressed the lace of the dress.

"That's the fun of it," Fleur explained. "No one will recognize you but your groom. Though, I doubt even Ron could recognize you wearing this. He's not the most observant."

"Of course, he can," Hermione argued. "We're in love."

"Very good, then. Go and change, so you can have a spectacular night," Fleur chuckled. "For Morgana's sake, Hermione. Have fun for once."

Hermione found herself blushing as her best friend mocked her. Still, she had to admit, that Fleur was making sense. She didn't know why. Maybe it was the excitement of her upcoming wedding, or maybe it was the drinks…

"… Drinks. It was definitely the drinks," Hermione muttered as she found herself at the door of the Burrow, trying to gather her courage to knock on the door, still unable to believe that she actually wore the dress, which was even skimpier than she expected.

It barely covered her ass and came dangerously close to reveal her panties if there was a wind. Moreover, it clung to her breasts and dipped low. There was nothing left to the imagination, particularly since Fleur vanished her bra as well, claiming that it looked too bulky.

Hermione was just glad for the cover of the mask. When she checked herself in the mirror, she didn't even recognize herself. The changes in the mask were convincing enough. She had to admit, she didn't look half bad.

Still, she felt giddy as she knocked on the door, waiting for them to open the door. She even prepared what she was about to say with Fleur's help. She would claim that she was a special order sent by the bride, to keep the lap of the groom warm, walk in confidently, and would sit on Ron's lap, and see how long it would take for him to realize it was her.

Her head buzzed with excitement as she knocked again, feeling more alive than ever. It felt liberating to do something this crazy with her soon-to-be husband. Then, the door opened —

And Hermione froze as she came face to face with someone she wasn't expecting.

Harry Potter.

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