Hermione stood before a white-gilded mirror, and looked at her reflection. Her hair hung naturally, except her curls had been tamed slightly, and she wore a little sparkly hairspray. Her dress was white, traditional: it hung to the floor, a pattern of soft, silver roses cascading down the length of it. Her veil was opaque, and the same pattern of roses could be seen on the edge of it.
Hermione's eyelashes were lightly coated in mascara and she wore a light, pink blush and lipstick. That was all. Draco had requested that she wear little make-up, because it reminded him of the night he realized he loved her.
Hermione took a last look at her reflection, before she heard a knock on the door to her room.
"Come in," she said, turning around to face her visitors. She watched as Harry and Ron walked in, they're eyes popping at the sight of her.
She couldn't help but smile at her best friends, the ones who, especially Ron, didn't understand how she and Draco had come to this point, but supported her happiness.
When she had told them she was going to marry Draco, Harry had immediately congratulated her, but Ron had taken some time to get used to the idea.
"You look beautiful," Harry told her, and Hermione curtsied, to which Harry laughed. Ron continued to look her up and down and Hermione became uncomfortable. She turned back around, and grabbed her small diamond studs, before putting them in her ears.
Then Ron spoke.
"Hermione… Are you sure?"
Hermione turned back around to look at him, but surprisingly, she did not feel her anger rise. Calmly, she said to him, "Ron, I've never been more sure of anything, my entire life. I love him with everything. He is my world. I wouldn't trade a single moment with him for a thousand moments of… of all the happiness in the universe. I'm marrying Draco Malfoy, Ron, whether you like it or not, because I Love Him."
Instead of turning away like Hermione expected him too, Ron pulled her into a hug. She felt herself surrender to his friendship, and felt tears prick her eyes.
"I'm sorry I've been such an arse all these years, Mione. I want you to be happy."
Hermione smiled and pulled away, wiping a few tears off from under her eyes. She smiled at him, and at that moment, Ginny opened the door.
"Come on," Ginny said. "The ceremony is about to start."
She smiled at Harry, who turned and kissed her. They seemed to forget about the situation and wrapped their arms around each other, pulling each other close.
Ron coughed and Hermione giggled in amusement, to which Ginny and Harry pulled apart.
"Well," Hermione said. "I… have a wedding to…get married in."
She walked out as Ginny rolled her eyes, and Ron gave Harry a glance that said; Watch what you do with my sister. Harry just shrugged and smiled at him.
Hermione stopped at the top of the marble staircase. Her wedding was being held at Malfoy Manner, in the back yard. She had always imagined a back yard wedding.
Ginny met her at the top of the stairs: "Are you ready?" she asked her.
Hermione nodded and smiled at her, before adding, "Ginny, I wouldn't be here today if it weren't for you."
Ginny laughed but shook her head. "Yes, you would Hermione. You two were meant to be. Now, it is true that if it weren't for me, Reading might not be Sexy."
They laughed together, and hugged, before Hermione took her first step down the marble staircase.
As Hermione made her way down the aisle, she felt all eyes on her. She smiled, and looked ahead of her, at Draco. He was smiling too, and he winked. She felt her smile reach her eyes, and blushed. When she reached the front of the aisle, she handed her flowers to Ginny, and turned to her fiancé.
Draco took her hand, and kissed it.
As Hermione gazed in to his eyes, she felt herself relax. She was where she was meant to be.
As Draco looked into Hermione's eyes, he felt memories flash before him.
A girl in the library, wearing no make-up and reading a tattered old book. A girl struggling up a narrow lane in heels, laden with shopping bags. A girl lying by the lake, the sunlight in her hair. Their first kiss, on the Quidittch pitch, and regretting leaving her side. Then finding her cold and frozen, and thinking he might lose her forever. Watching her sleep, and feeling her close to him. Watching her walk into the Great Hall, and realizing he would marry her. Kissing her passionately in a broom cupboard and watching her handle her best friend's anger.
He saw moments after Hogwarts. Their first date. The first time she whispered, I love you. The day he met her parents. And the day she said yes, and he slipped his ring onto her finger.
Looking at her now, he realized this was the happiest day of his life, and all his time on the earth had built up to this moment.
He took her hand and kissed it, wanting to pull her closer to him but resisting for the ceremony.
And then the words swirled around him, and vows were made and he heard her say the words, "I do."
"You may now kiss the bride."
They stared at each other for a moment, passion building inside, and then he pulled her close, feeling her lips on his, her hands in his hair and wanting never to let go.
She pulled away, and their foreheads touched, their eyes still closed and he whispered to her, " I love you."
They turned to the cheering crowd, and were engulfed by friends and family, wishing the whole time to be only with each other.
Hermione snuck around the back of Malfoy Manor. No matter how many times she visited house, she could not get used to its size. The grass expanded for what felt like miles and miles from their backyard, and tall trees sent shadows across the lawn.
Hermione and Draco had agreed to sneak away from the festivities and find each other, because they had been longing to all day. Hermione's friends and family, especially her mother, hadn't given her any time to spend with her new husband, and she had been going insane.
As she snuck around a corner of the house she had never seen before, she ran into someone.
She ran into Draco.
For a moment, they were quiet again, wondering how they could finally be so lucky, before Hermione pulled him to her with all she had. They kissed for a time not nearly long enough, the sound of laughter and music in the background. And when they pulled away they longed for more.
Sitting down in the grass beside each other, Hermione put her head on Draco's shoulder and he kissed her forehead.
"We're married now," he whispered.
Hermione smiled and looked up at him, closing her eyes in thought.
"What?" he asked her.
"Nothing," she said but decided it wasn't a good enough answer.
"It's just that… I feel like my life begins now. Everything is about to change, for the good."
Draco kissed her lips softly again, before saying to her, "Hermione Malfoy… Everything changed the moment you opened your mouth and told me, Reading is Sexy."
After kissing her passionately once more, he lifted her off the ground and held her in his arms, bride style, just like he had the day she fell asleep at the Quidittch Pitch, a few years ago.
"We'd best be getting back to the festivities, or someone might think we've gone away."
Groaning in exasperation, Hermione told him, "That's a shame. I was going to really prove to you that Reading is Sexy."
He stopped in his tracks and looked down at her in his arms.
He rocked back and forth on his heels and sighed. "Tempting," he said. "Very tempting."
Hermione winked at him. "Don't resist temptation, Mr. Malfoy." She wound her arms around his neck, and pulled her mouth up to his before whispering, "Give in."
He shivered and kissed her chastely, before pulling away again, and walking more quickly now, saying, "All right. We've got to dance a little, eat some cake, greet the adoring fans and then we'll escape."
He put her down on the dance floor, before walking towards the stage, and asking the band to play their song.
Walking back to her, he put his hand in hers and his arm around her waist, pulling her close once more.
The music began and people gathered to watch them dance, but every beat that passed in the music, to them seemed like a thousand years.
After the dance the crowd cheered and clapped and Hermione pulled Draco towards the cake. Hermione was just about to cut Draco a slice, when she heard the chink of silverware on glass. Ginny was knocking a knife against a champagne glass, and she smiled at Draco and Hermione.
"Hello everyone," she said. "I must say that this has been a beautiful wedding and a beautiful day." She gestured to the clear sky above them and blinked in the sunlight. "Draco and Hermione… well, they're too people I never expected to fall in love."
"That's for sure," said Ron, and Hermione stuck her tongue out at him. The crowd laughed.
"Anyway," Ginny continued, smiling at Hermione. "I remember very clearly the day Hermione came to me and said, I have to prove to Draco that Reading is Sexy."
A few people in the crowd laughed, though most just looked confused. Hermione put her head on Draco's shoulder, and felt her desire to rush home with him disappear. This was the story of how they fell in love, and as she felt Draco put his arms around her, she realized she wanted the moment to last. He kissed the top of her head and whispered in her ear once again, "I love you."
Ginny continued her story and all was well.
And Reading was Sexy.
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Update 12th of January, 2010: The phrase/error "Ginny and Ron pulled apart" has been corrected. Thanks to all the reviewers who cared to point it out to me. : )
Please Read my new story, A Second Chance, my first Ron/Hermione fic: It is a bit boring at the moment, but i have many ideas for later. I think you just might like it as much as Reading is Sexy. (Please Review and tell me if you actually did like Reading is Sexy.)