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Draco slowly slid the ring onto Hermione’s finger as tears streamed down both of their faces. Then, he took her in his arms.

“Oh, Hermione, I love you so much…”

“I love you, too, Draco!”

They remained wrapped in each others’ arms for what seemed like years. Then, Hermione broke away and, smiling, wiped away the tears on her face. A look of horror came over her beautiful features.

“What will Harry say? Oh my God, what will Ron say?!”

“Shhh…it’s ok…” Draco tried to comfort her.

“No, no, it’s not,” she protested, a fresh bout of tears filling her eyes and spilling over and onto her cheeks. “It’s not ok. What will we say? Oh, God, Draco, what--“

He placed his finger over her lips to silence her.

“I’ve already talked to them. They’re ok with this.”

Hermione looked at him as though he’d grown a new head. “You what?”

“I talked to them this afternoon. Po-Harry’s actually my best man.”

Hermione’s eyes almost popped out of her head. “He’s what?! Harry’s your best--but how? What did you tell them?”

“The truth. That I love you with all my heart and soul. And I asked them for permission to marry you.”

“You what?” Hermione continued to stare at her lover in disbelief. “You asked them for permission?”

Draco laughed and nodded. “It felt right. And like I said, P-Harry’s my best man. But, if you want him to give you away, then I’ll ask Wea-Ron to be my best man. It’s up to you.”

Hermione’s mind whirled. She thought that Harry, and Ron even more so, would fight them tooth and nail every inch of the way. But the way Draco talked, it seemed as though they were perfectly fine with it. But how had Draco managed it? How?

“I-I need to talk to Harry,” she said softly. Draco nodded. He’d expected as much.

“Go ahead. He’ll probably be expecting you.”

Hermione got up out of the bed and changed her clothes in a daze. She was going to marry Draco. She was going to be Mrs. Draco Malfoy.

And the guys were ok with it.

It was with this thought that she Apparated to the Potter residence.

She had convinced Harry to sell Sirius’ house at Grimmauld Place after they graduated. It reminded him too much of Sirius’ death. He’d taken everything out of it that he wanted, and had promptly put it up for sale. Kreacher had died, finally; they’d found him in the attic, clinging to some old robes that they’d assumed had belonged to Mrs. Black, Sirius’ mother. Harry had used the money to buy this cottage.

Taking a deep breath, Hermione knocked on the door. Immediately, it opened, and she walked into Harry’s open arms.

“Oh, it’s good to see you, Harry! And Ron,” she turned to regard her ex-husband. They stood for a moment, just looking at each other. Then, Hermione ran and threw her arms around him. He hugged her back.

“Good to see you, ‘Mione,” he mumbled.

She had tears in her eyes and, Harry noticed, Draco’s ring on her finger. The finger that once held Ron’s ring. He knew why she’d come.

“Harry,” she began, “I don’t know how Draco convinced you, but…thank you.”

He smiled at her. “As long as you’re happy, ‘Mione.”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she smiled and nodded. “I am.”

Silence filled the room. Finally Hermione spoke.

“Harry, I-I came to-to ask you…” she fought back her tears. “Since my Dad…in the war…Harry, would you give me away?”

Harry stood, stunned. He thought for sure that she’d ask Ron. She guessed as much from his look, because she began to explain.

“I would ask Ron, but,” she turned to face the red head, “Since we were married…and…now I’m with Draco…I didn’t--I still don’t--think that Ron giving me away would be appropriate.”

Then Harry understood. She was protecting Ron as best as she could. Only one problem remained.

“But, ‘Mione, Malf-Draco already asked me to be his best man.”

“I know that. He told me that if I wanted you to give me away, though, that he’d…” she trailed off.

“He’d what?” Harry asked gently.

“He’d ask Ron to be his Best Man,” she blurted.

Ron stared at her for a moment. He couldn’t…not even for Hermione. He could not, would not be that Ferret’s Best Man.

“I can’t, Hermione,” he said softly. He looked up and their eyes met. His pain was evident.

“I can’t do that…not even for you, Hermione.” Ron’s voice was pained. “I’ll come to the wedding, to support you, but I can’t be the Best Man.”

He turned and walked out of the room. Harry and Hermione heard a door slam. Hermione turned back to Harry, who shrugged.

“I guess I’ll have to do both then,” he smiled sadly.

“I guess so,” she agreed. She hugged him again. “Thank you,” she whispered in his ear.

“Anything for you, ‘Mione.”

She smiled at him, then Disapparated back to Draco’s room at the Leaky Cauldron. The blond man was seated at his desk.

“Well? How did it go?”

Hermione faced the man she was about to marry. “Harry is going to be giving me away.”

Draco stood up. “Then I guess I need to talk to Weasley.”

She stopped him. “I already asked. He said,” her voice cracked, “He said that he’d come to the wedding...but that he couldn’t be your Best Man. Harry said that he’d do both.”

Draco nodded. “Alright.” He sat back down at his desk.

“How many guests do you want, love?”

Hermione looked at him for a moment, then sighed.

“Draco, darling, I don’t want a big wedding. I just want something simple.”

He nodded, obviously relieved. “I was hoping you’d say that. Let’s say it’ll be you and I, Po-Harry and Ron….who else would you like?”

Hermione thought for a moment. “Well, if Harry’s your Best Man, I would like Ginny to be my Maid of Honor, like she was for Ron and--for my first wedding. And I could wear the same dress..”

Draco shook his head.

“No. That’s one thing that I insist on. You’re not wearing his rings and you’re not wearing his dress. Otherwise, it’ll make it that much more difficult for everyone.”

“You’re right,” she agreed. “So, a new dress. I guess that means that I’ll have to get Ginny a different dress, too…”


“Well…since my ring has sapphires on it, perhaps her dress should be blue…dark blue. And my dress could have some blue trim to it…”

“We’ll see. But what other guests do you want?”

Hermione fell silent. “I-I know that you don’t get along, but…I would like the Weasley family to be there. They pretty much adopted me after my par- after the war.” She’d almost said when her parents died, but she tried not to think about it. She knew that they’d want her to move on and be happy, not mourn for them for the rest of her life.

Draco grimaced, but nodded. “I understand. Anyone else?”

She shook her head. “No, no one else that I can think of. What about you? Who will you invite?”

Draco laughed coldly. “No one that you would expect. I only want my mother there. I have no friends to speak of. Any that I might’ve had are now in Azkaban, and well they should be. There is no one else.”

“When do you want it to be?”

Draco thought for a minute or two. “I want it to be soon. Let’s see…” He looked at the calendar. “It’s April now…perhaps...September.” Hermione looked at him in surprise.


“Yes…a week before your birthday. On the twelfth. What do you think?”

Hermione stared at him, speechless, then nodded. “That sounds nice…and it gives me some time to get everything together. But--“


“I wish…I would like it to be sooner.”

“How soon?”

“Can we do June?” she asked nervously.

Draco thought for a moment. “Yes, that shouldn’t be too much trouble. So June it is.”

They sat for the rest of the night, planning everything out. They decided that they would go out the next day and look at dresses and things. Hermione insisted that Dumbledore marry them. Draco had fought, but Hermione had been stubborn. Either Dumbledore would marry them, or they would not marry at all. Eventually, Draco had submitted to her wishes. When the plans were finished, they dressed for bed and fell asleep, arms wrapped around each other.

The next morning, they ate quickly and headed out to Diagon Alley. They were looking for a dress for Hermione, and one for Ginny. Hermione also needed to talk to the Weasleys; somehow she had to convince them to come to the wedding, despite the fact that she and Ron were no longer together. She took a deep breath.

That was going to take a while.

For now, however, she concentrated on finding her dress. They shopped all morning with no luck. Hermione did manage to find a dress for Ginny, though. It was navy blue. It was form-fitting to the waist, and then tapered out. A single strap came behind the neck, and a rhinestone pin was on the bodice. After an exhausting morning, Hermione sent Draco back to the Leaky Cauldron with the dress; she had to talk to Ginny, and she needed to do it alone.

Hermione took another deep breath and walked into Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. The twins’ shop had really taken off, and Ginny had started working there for some extra money. Hermione found the youngest Weasley stocking shelves near the back of the store. Perfect. As long as the twins didn’t barge in on the conversation before Hermione could fully explain herself, she’d be alright.


The redheaded girl turned around and saw the brunette standing there. Immediately, she hugged her old friend.

“Hermione! How are you! Where’s Ron? Is he here?”

Hermione grimaced; he hadn’t told them. “Ginny, I need to talk to you. Privately.”

Ginny nodded and led the other woman upstairs and into a side room.

“The twins won’t find us here, don’t worry. Talk to me.”

Hermione swallowed hard. “Well, first of all…I should tell you that Ron and I aren’t together anymore…”

“Oh my God! What happened, Hermione? What did that little prat do?” Ginny demanded.

“It wasn’t what he did…it’s what he didn’t do,” Hermione began. “But, to make a long story short, I realized that I wasn’t in love with him like I thought I was. And now we…well, we’re divorced.”

“Oh, Hermione! When did this happen?”

“A little over three weeks ago,” Hermione said softly. “I assumed that Ron would’ve told you by now…”

“No…he hasn’t,” Ginny murmured. She looked at her friend. “Hermione, there’s more to this than you’re letting on.”

She nodded. Ginny knew her better than anyone. Without a word, she held out her left hand. Ginny gasped at the ring.

“Her-Hermione…what is this, and who gave it to you?” Ginny’s voice was shaking.

“Dr-Draco gave it to me…last night…when he,” Hermione’s voice caught in her throat. “When he proposed to me.”

Ginny closed her eyes in pain and disbelief. Her best friend left her brother and is now engaged to their worst enemy. Which brought up another interesting question…

“Why are you telling me this?” Ginny asked softly.

Hermione turned to face her best friend. She took the redhead’s hands in her own. “Ginny…we’re getting married and…I want you to be my Maid of Honor.”

Ginny looked like she’d been slapped in the face.

“What about Ron?” she asked angrily.

“Ron’s ok with it.” Ginny’s eyes snapped open.

“How can you be so sure?” she hissed.

“I talked to him yesterday. He said that he’d be at the wedding.”

“And Harry?”

“Harry…Harry’s the Best Man.”

Ginny looked at her in shock. “He’s the-the Best Man?”

Hermione nodded.

“And you want me to be the Maid of Honor?”

She nodded again.

Ginny was quiet for a second. “And Mum doesn’t know…”

Hermione shook her head. “No, but I’m going to tell her.”

“You have my sympathy,” Ginny giggled.

Hermione looked at her in wonder. “Does this mean you’ll by my--?”

The other girl nodded. “Oh, Ginny!” Hermione threw her arms around her best friend. “This means so much to me!”

Ginny laughed through her tears. “What are friends for? And I’ll help you explain everything to Mum and the others. I’m assuming they’re all invited?”

“Of course. You guys are my family, now. Thanks again, Gin.”

“Like I said, what are friends for?”

A few hours, a million tears, and way too much yelling later, the Weasleys agreed, albeit reluctantly, to attend the wedding. Hermione offered to show Ginny her dress. The redhead agreed, saying that she’d meet the brunette the next morning, to see the bridesmaid dress and to take Hermione out shopping for her gown. Boys, Ginny had giggled, simply cannot find the perfect dress. Hermione returned to the Leaky Cauldron and told Draco the news. Then, the two of them headed off to bed.

Early the next morning, Ginny came to the Leaky Cauldron, and she and Hermione spent the day talking and searching for the perfect gown. They were in the last store, and searching through the last racks, when Hermione heard Ginny gasp. She turned to the other girl in time to see her pull the most gorgeous gown off the rack. Quickly, she took the gown into the dressing room to try it on.

It was pure white, and clung to her curves as if it were made for her. There were two straps, and beautiful sheer bell sleeves. The back of the dress laced up like a corset, and the train was short and simple. Crystals were sprinkled on the bodice and long the edges of the sleeves and the train.

It was absolutely perfect.

Hermione paid for the dress with the money that Draco had given her. Then, the girls headed home. Everything was ready for the wedding in June.

That night, as Hermione lay next to her lover, she tested the sound of her soon-to-be-married name. Hermione Malfoy.

It had a nice ring to it.


If you want to see what the dresses look like, you'll have to e-mail me, because I'm not allowed to put links on here. Sorry about not having a song this chapter, but I couldn't think of one that would fit :P the next, and final, chapter will be up in the next two days! Wahoo!

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