AN: just so you all know, I don't own anything, just the plot, that's it! (All the rest go to J.

K. Rowling)

Story: Draco was running through the town as fast as his legs could carry him. He was

headed toward the church, not just any church, the church that Hermione and Harry were

getting married in. In fact, they were just about to begin when we started this story.

Anyway, Draco was running with thoughts flashing through his head, 'will she break up

with him? Will she leave him? For me? Will she? God I hope so...'

He realized that he loved her about a month before, when he met up with Hermione at a

wizard store. They started chatting and he found out that Harry had proposed to her 6

months ago, when she mentioned this, his heart gave a sudden jerk. He had wondered at the

time why he cared so much, he had also wondered why he was talking to her, wasn't he

supposed to hate her? Loathe her? Despise her? Well, apparently not, because he didn't

hate her, loathe her, or even despise her, not anymore anyway...


"Oh, Ginny! I can't wait any longer! I have to see him! How does he look? He's not trying

to hide his scar again is he? I like his scare..." Hermione told Ginny as she was putting on

her necklace to complete the outfit. She was wearing her wedding dress, the one that her

mother wore when she married Jack (artistic license) Granger. It has diamonds and pearls

sewn into it in a lovely design that couldn't possibly be put into words.

"Hermione! Of course he looks good, doesn't he always? And I don't know if he is trying

to hide his scar, I am not with him, I'm with you right now, duh!" Ginny replied with a

tad pang of jealousy.

"I hate that stupid rule, that I can't see him twenty-four hours before the wedding! I want

to see him now!" Hermione replied, with a dreamy look upon her tan face.


"Ron, will you just go and look at her, and then tell me what she looks like?! Please!"

Harry begged his best friend, and best man, Ron.

"Harry, you know I can't do that! Besides, you KNOW what she looks like!" Ron replied

with a smirk.

"Oh, be quiet, Ron, Harry just wants to know how beautiful his bride-to-be looks, even

though she always looks beautiful, doesn't she Moony?" responded Sirius.

"Quite right Padfoot, quite right" agreed Lupin.

"I wonder where Ginny is, surely Hermione wants her to spy on you, Harry," Ron added,

with a twinkle in his eye.

"Heh, you're probably right Ron," laughed Harry.


'I can't let her make the biggest mistake of her life! I want her! I need her! And by golly,

I'm gonna get her!' Draco said to himself, as he continued to run to the church, 'Man! How

big is this town anyway? I wish I had gotten on the subway!'

Draco ran past the old flower shop, thought twice, then ran back and picked up some

white lilies, Hermione's favorite.


Hermione started up the isle, with Ginny, her maid of honor, right in front of her. The

music was playing softly and Ron's mother was already in tears. "It's so beautiful! I wish

his parents could be here and see this, Arthur," Molly sobbed to her husband. "It's okay

Molly, I'm sure they are, he is their son after all," Arthur said while patting his wife's

hand. Harry couldn't believe that Hermione could look more beautiful than before, but he

just found out how wrong he was. He was stunned by her looks; she was radiant. 'I can't

believe I'm going to marry her,' he thought to himself.



Draco FINALLY made it to the church; he pulled open the oak doors and rushed in. He

turned to the right, heading to where he heard the organ music coming from.


"Will you take this women, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to serve and to honor, in

sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?" the priest spoke to Harry.

Harry turned to look at Hermione and smiled, "I will."

"Will you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to serve and honor, in

sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?" the priest asked Hermione.

"STOP! You can't do this!" Draco screamed as he came running into the room.

"Draco!" Hermione yelled in surprise.

Dare I continue? Please review and I might!