Story: Flower Girl

Summary: AUDHrHHr What would happen if Hermione and Abby had lived? It's now Harry and Hermione's wedding day and Abby Jane is the flower girl.

Elena: Decided to continue Abby Jane. If you hadn't noticed on HPFF, it's a series called, "Pride and Joy," because I was going to do a bunch of AU versions, one with Hermione alive, but not Abby, one with Abby alive and not Hermione(which is on my lj) and a few what-ifs.

Dedicated: To Dusty Brown, FaithInSnape, Talking to Bananas, oxkissmyface, and random gal, for reviewing Abby Jane and being a little sentimental.

Flower Girl

Abigail Jane fingered the tiara on her head and turned to her mother. "I don't want to wear this tiara, mum!" She complained, sitting on the bench. Ginny, Parvati, and Draco's fiancé Emmy were standing around Hermione, messing around with her dress, her hair, her make up, or the lace veil over her face. Hermione pushed the veil away, much to Emmy's dislike and turned to Abigail while Ginny was pinning her dress.

"Abby, it's wonderful. Look, I've got one too, okay?" She said, trying to make the girl feel better. Parvati grabbed Hermione's shoulders and pulled them back to a straight position and messed around with her make up. The four year old girl scowled and grumbled under her breath.

"Well, mum, you like yours. I don't." Abigail stomped out of the room, her white dress floating out behind her. She scanned the halls of her house and opened the door to where Harry was getting dressed. Standing over him was Ron, Draco, and Ginny's beau, Chris, helping him tame his hair, fix his tie, and figure out his vows. Abigail tugged on Harry's coat tail and he turned around, smiling at the little girl.

"Hey, AJ." Abigail frowned. Only her father called her AJ and she'd only let him get away with it. Harry was most certainly not her father and he most certainly wouldn't get away with it. With a small, "Stop calling me that," she turned back to him. "What's wrong?"

"This stupid tiara. I don't like it at all and mum's making me wear it." Harry smiled at her before pinching her cheek and ruffling her hair.

"Cut it out! My cheek's gonna fall off soon and my hair was just done, Harry!" She exclaimed. The raven-haired man smiled.

"You look wonderful in the tiara, AJ. Keep it on." The girl crossed her arms and let out a huff that ruffled her bangs. She sat down on a chair and watched them work on Harry. Pretty soon, she thought, her name wouldn't be Abigail Granger-Potter, but just Potter. It made no sense, seeing that Harry wasn't her father and the four year old would never be mistaken for saying such. She watched her real father disclose from the group and walk over.

"Hey, AJ." The blonde greeted her. She smiled at him, before recrossing her arms angrily.

"Mum won't let me take this stupid tiara off and I don't like it at all." She huffed and actually grinned when Draco pulled it off her head. Harry looked at him through the mirror with a shocked look as Abigail's curls fell over the top of it.

"Draco, Hermione's gonna sever your neck if she finds out that you've taken out AJ's tiara." Draco grinned back at Abigail and turned to Harry.

"Relax, Potter. She won't fret, I'll make it prettier than with the tiara on." Draco took Abigail's hand much to Harry's chagrin and walked out, the sparkling, diamond, child-sized tiara in his other hand.

Draco led Abigail to the bathroom and sat her on the toilet seat cover. She smiled at him. "Do you want mum to get married, dad? Even though it's not to you?" Draco nodded.

"Of course. It's her decision, I can't change it." He said, pulling a few curls and poking his wand at stuff. "Even if I wanted, there would be too much in the way and I don't think it's all worth it. But, of course, as long as I get to see my AJ, I'll be okay." She smiled and he prodded her to tell her he was done, before handing her the tiara given to her by Emmy. "Tell her I said good luck, though." She turned and hugged her father tightly, the blonde man smiling, placing a kiss on the girl's forehead, and watching her run off.

"Mum!" She exclaimed rushing back into the room. Hermione was all ready and looked stunning. Her dark eyes turned to her daughter and she gasped. Once, where a tiara had been holding up a section of curls that were pinned up and sprayed to stay still, was now a head of springy, small curls. Her bangs were curled over and the tiara was clenched in her hand. She stuck out the tiara to her mother as she took it, gobsmacked.

"That looks wonderful, Abby! Who did it? Harry?" She shook her head, curls falling over her eyes and she said brightly, "Daddy did. He says good luck." Hermione's eyes softened as she pulled Abigail over to her and sat her on her lap. Emmy, Ginny, and Parvati had gone to take their places, so it was just the two brunettes alone together.

"Look, Abby. I hope you know why I can't marry your father," Surprisingly to Hermione, the girl was nodding," And I hope one day you can come to terms with Harry being-" Abigail jumped up and shook her head.

"He's not my father, mum. You know it. And you know I'll never call him that." Abigail Jane turned and walked out of the room on her mother, complaining about marriages and bouquets. Hermione sighed and dropped her head in her hands. She knew she couldn't ask Abby that, not yet, but eventually, it would happen. At least she was sure Abby would grow into it. She was such a daddy's girl. She loved Draco almost as much as Hermione herself once had. Standing up at a knock at the door, she opened it to her father's smiling face. She hugged him.

"You look wonderful." He said, taking her arm.

Harry and Hermione had decided not to have the wedding in a building, but in a large field. Chair were lined up and filled. Hermione watched Abigail walk down the aisle between the chairs in a white dress. She walked down the aisle next, watching Harry. He was in a black and white tux, a bowtie around his neck. His hair was brushed neatly but still stuck up from odd angles. She had to grin at that. His eyes followed her as she stood from across from him. She was in a silky, white dress with a veil across her face. Her hair was done up like Abby's had been, behind the tiara, some curls falling.

Hermione was watching Abigail, who was holding her father's hand, smiling, laughing, and talking to everyone. She knew Abigail loved her father more than anything. She knew Abigail loved her, just not as much as she did her father. That made Hermione wonder. Made her wonder, even though technically she was Mrs. Harry James Potter, how it would feel to be Mrs. Draco Malfoy. She figured Abigail would be the happiest little girl alive. She smiled as Harry walked over, with Abigail behind him, looking sullen.

"Hey, I've got an excellent idea. We could fly out to Milan, hang out-just AJ, you, and I-for a month." Hermione's face lit up, but Abigail had obviously been informed of the idea and kept the sullen look on her face. She thought. If she went, she'd be happy and Harry would be too, but Abigail would moan the whole time. If she didn't, Harry would be disappointed, Abigail would feel better, and she'd be disappointed. As she saw Draco Malfoy stroll over to them and chat quickly with Harry, she had an idea. Before Draco walked away, she grabbed his arm.

"Say, Harry. How about just you and I go and Abby stays with Draco? I think that's more agreeable." Abigail squealed and hugged her father. The blonde picked her up and smiled at her. Harry looked slightly put-off, but Hermione was beaming at Abigail.

"It was supposed to be a bonding period..." Harry started.

"Oh come on, Harry! You know Abby will be bored to death!" Hermione countered. Draco muttered something quickly to them about "having to get a drink" and "taking AJ with me," before walking away from them. He could tell it was an argument he didn't want Abigail to watch.

"But-I feel like we're not a family." He said softly to her. She smiled warily at him.

"Abby just-needs time. A lot of time. You can't just snatch her away from her father and except her to love you, especially when she just got over realizing I didn't love her father. And you've got to find a comfortable space with her. For instance, she hates being called AJ."

"Draco calls her AJ!" Harry remarked.

"He's my father." Abigail was standing there, a hand on her hip. Draco had obviously let her go, because he was standing with Emmy, his arm around her waist, and smiling with her. Harry and Hermione both looked down at the girl, giving Harry a defiant look.

"You're married to my mother, but your not my father. He's my father." She said, pointing at the blonde. She looked up at her mother, with teary eyes. "I don't want to go home. I'm going with dad." She whispered slightly, before running off towards Draco.

"Abby!" Hermione called after her, and watched the girl wrap her around the wizard's long legs. He turned to see her and lifted her up, patting her back as she cried. Hermione walked over, motioning Harry to stay still. Walking over, Draco's eyes met hers and he spoke softly.

"What did you say to her?" Hermione shook her head.

"Nothing, Harry and I were talking. She just doesn't want to talk to him." She leaned over and spoke into Abigail's ear. "You don't have to." She turned back to Draco, who was still rubbing the little girl's back in comforting circles.

"Look, I have no problem her staying with me. Just-you and Potter-I mean, Harry, talk about this." He said. Hermione reached over, almost hugging Draco for a few minutes, before finding Abigail's hands and prying them away from Draco. After she did, Abigail immediately clung to her mother's neck and her father's, forcing them closer than needed. Yet, they couldn't object because Abigail was upset.

Later, Draco had stopped by the Potter house to pick up Abigail. The door opened for him by Harry, who turned and picked up two small suitcases and thrust them, quite rudely, to the blonde. He could see Hermione emerging from the stairs, Abigail running down afterwards and jumping on top of the suitcases and hugging him.

"Hey, AJ. How's everything?" He asked, already knowing the answer. Hermione smiled at Abigail and Harry returned to the back of the house.

"Okay, Abby. You've got our number, our floo address. You too, Draco. I want to know if anything happens with her. Magic, injuries, anything." She smiled and let them apparate away.

When Abigail and Draco arrived at his Manor, Abigail quickly chose to set up camp in Draco's room, complaining about being alone and wanted to be in the same room. Setting pictures of herself and her father on the dresser, she accidentally knocked on of them to the floor. On her knees, she swept her hands under the dresser, knocking the frame from underneath the dresser. It was a picture of her in the dress she was wearing, sprinkling flowers around the aisles during the wedding. Abigail Jane was a wonderful flower girl.

Flower Girl