Hermione's POV:

I stare at myself in the mirror blatantly.

"For goodness sake, Hermione, it's your wedding day!" Narcissa expertly fiddled with my hair to put it up and a 'Malfoy worthy' hairstyle. "Smile a little!"

I look over myself again, frowning. Everything was absolutely perfect, just the way I wanted it to be.

The days had passed by in the blink of an eye. Draco and I were on good terms, though he had been moved to the other side of the manor so he could get ready. I was in my room with my bridal party, Narcissa, and Molly.

I had on my dress, and it fit just as perfectly as before. I had on flawless makeup done by a professional makeup artist (Ginny). My heels perfectly fit the contours of my foot, and the charm on it prevented me from becoming uncomfortable. My veil was on, along with the tiara.

My bridal party looked beautiful. Everybody was in their blush pink dresses and they had on the same outfits, except Ginny who wore a small tiara on her head. A smaller, and simpler version of mine, just to show she was the maid of honour.

The gardens were decorated lavishly with many places set. Some reporters had also been invited, and they all gladly accepted. No matter how hard Draco and I tried, Narcissa had always weaseled her way into inviting a huge crowd.

My bouquet was in my hands, and I continued to find it extremely interesting as everybody crowded around me, trying to either hype me up or ask me why I was upset, why I wasn't grinning like crazy and bouncing up and down.

People had started to arrive, and they milled around and chatted aimlessly. A couple reporters were invited for 'behind the scenes' of the wedding, and a small 'click' is heard from the corner as Alicia, my 'personal' reporter snapped a photo.

"Today is my wedding day and I should be happy. I should be marrying a man I love, crying tears of joy as I walk down the aisle seeing the man who I would spend my life with forever. But instead, I am forced to marry a man who has tortured me for years. A man who I should despise, purely for who he is and what he has done. I should be a disgrace for allowing myself to develop any sort of emotions for him, but why does this 'wrong' feel so right?" I ask.

Molly moves over to me and hugs me. "Oh Hermione," She cooes softly into my ear. "There's nothing wrong with loving somebody."

I sniff. "But that's the problem. Is it love I feel? Or is it not?"

Ginny frowns and bites her lip. "I'm sure it will grow to be." She runs a hand along her stomach. The form fitting gown had been adjusted to fit her growing belly, but she still looked radiant.

"Please don't make us put a cheering charm on you!" Pansy groans. She hefts her bouquet under her arm and pats my shoulder. "Hermione, you'll only ever get to be married once, this is going to be a magic bonding. It's irreversible."

"Shouldn't that make me more nervous?" I ask, pointedly not biting my lip as to not ruin the lipstick.

"I suppose it might," Luna shrugs. "But do you really think you should be upset?"

I look down as Narcissa rubs my back comfortingly. "Because I let myself fall for him. What if he doesn't feel the same way?"

A small note flutters elegantly through the doorway. The swan shaped note flutters down onto my lap and shivers slightly, ruffling it's feathers.

'Are they being as annoying to you as everybody is to me? I swear my father has made me go through my vows at least fifty times, and Mr. Weasley keeps threatening to burn me alive if I don't treat you right! (You never will have to worry about that. I was raised properly [shut it, I can practically hear you snickering!], and you are the most extraordinary girl I have ever met. Why would I treat you wrong when I could treat you right?'

I laugh at his note. "He always seems to know just when I need to be cheered up, doesn't he?"

Molly smiles. "He definitely does."

A reporter pops her head through the door. "It's time, Miss Granger."

I stand up and smile, bouquet in hand. "I can't believe I'm saying this but...I'm ready to marry him." I beam as I skip out the door and head to my future.
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Draco's POV:

I take a nervous breath as I stand there, waiting for Hermione to walk down the aisle.

I look at the vast crowd of people. My mother must have invited half the bloody wizarding world because I had looked over the charts, and there were over 2,000 people, not including the reporters!

The bridal march started to play, and I felt my heart speed. Her bridal party and my mates came forward. Harry and Ginny, Ron with Lavender, Astoria with Blaise, Luna with Nevilla, and then Pansy with Theo.

Finally, they took their places and Hermione peeped from around the corner. She confidently stood and walk towards me slowly, looking me dead in the eye. My father was at her side, on hand holding on of her arms to escort her to me. He stood there smugly, grinning evilly at me as he looked at me.

There was one 'small' detail that I would never be able to get out of my head. It was burned into my brain forevermore, but it was something I would enjoy being stuck in my brain.

She looked stunning.

Her dress hugged every curve on her torso. (It was a tad more revealing than I thought she would ever go for, but hey, I'm not complaining!) There were rhinestones everywhere, but not in the annoying way, in the way that made her seem not only as magical as a witch, but as powerful and as gorgeous as a goddess.

I instantly felt my heart swell, and the desire, no, the need to protect her from anybody who would do her harm crossed my mind once again. I brushed it away quickly, telling myself it was just because we were getting married.

But that's not it. I tell myself. She takes another step towards me, and I knew that it was more than that. It's more than that. It's so much more than that.

When she finally stands up on the small stage, right across from me, our bonder, Kingsley, clears his throat.

"We join here today," Kingsley reads from his book. "To celebrate the joining of these two people." He looks up at me, looks at me, then turns to look at Hermione.

"Who gives this woman to be married to this man?" Kinglsey turns to the crowd.

Harry, Ron, Arthur and my father all raise their hands. "We do."

Kingsley nods approvingly. "Draco Lucius Malfoy, do you stand here willingly in front of this woman, fully understanding everything that should happen from this point forward?" Kingsley asks me.

Without skipping a beat, the words flow easily from my mouth. "I do."

"Miss Granger, do you willingly stand here with this man, fully understanding of everything that should happen, from this point onward?" Everybody turns to Hermione.

With love and adoration in her eyes, she beams. She opens up her perfectly kissable and plump, pink lips to say; "I do."

"Mr. Malfoy, you may recite your vows." Kingsley closes the book and I feel everybody's eyes on me. Cameras flash.

I smile at Hermione and I take her hands in mine. I happily grin at her, happiness coursing through my veins, fueling me to cite my vows.

"Hermione Jean Granger, even if I were obliviated I would never be able to forget you," I say. Tears prick at her eyes, and I continue.

"You always have been, and always will be the Gold Girl, the brains of the golden trio, and a war heroine. I will never be able to escape my past, but you have given me a chance for a truly, genuinely happy future." I say. A few sniffles are heard from the audience, and I chuckle a bit.

"You chose to look past my snobbery and cool facade, and even when you saw me at my worst, you chose to stay with me. So from today and onward, Hermione Granger, I promise to do the same thing to you that you have done for me. I promise to look past any and every mishap that occurs, because no matter how many imperfections people say you have, I will always find the good in you, and fight for it." I finish my vows, and she looks like she may burst from happiness. The fact that I had done that for her, made me feel like I could do anything.

"Miss Granger, you may recite your vows," Kingsleys drawls, wiping a small tear from his eye.

She straightens up and looks at me in the eye. She grins slyly before starting her vows. "Draco Ferret Boy Malfoy." Some people in the audience start laughing at this, and despite always hating the nickname, I find myself smiling at this too.

"You were never somebody I would ever imagine to care for," She admits. "You were the person who constantly tortured me, but you are also the only person who can end that torture. You have helped me in so many ways that I would have never imagined possible. You know, I thought this law was stupid at first, for placing me with you. But now I look back and think, 'Hey, maybe this law isn't so stupid after all.' I know that our relationship will always be 'wrong' to some people, but to me, this 'wrong' feels so right and I would never give it up for the world. Draco Lucius Malfoy," She grins at me. "Draco Lucius Malfoy, I vow to always find the good in you. I vow to always forget our spats, but to remember every other moment we share together. I vow to cherish every moment of our life, no matter what gets thrown at us."

At this point, the audience was in tears, and even some of the reporters had to stop taking photos to wipe away a tear.

"Do you, Draco Lucius Malfoy, take this woman to be your wife? For better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do you part?" Kinglsey asks me.

"I do," I state proudly.

"And do you, Hermione Jean Granger, from this day forward, take this man to be your husband? For better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do you part?" Kingsley asks Hermione.

"I do," She mutters unwavering.

"Then with the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss-" I cut Kingsley off by immediately throwing Hermione's bouquet away from her hands. She gasps and I take advantage of the moment to capture her lips in a powerful and meaningful kiss.

As soon as my lips touch hers, I become addicted to the feeling as a bright and blinding silver flash happens. It felt like a rush of energy, a lightning bolt going down my back. It could only be described by one thing, and one thing only.

Pure bliss.
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Hermione's POV:

I smile and wrap my hands around Draco's hair, pulling him closer to me. His lips move perfectly in sync with mine, almost as if they were made to be kissing mine how they were. Fireworks burst as he deepens the kiss a bit, but who was I to stop him?

I hear whoops and cheers, and know that it means I would have to pull away, even if it was the last thing I wanted to do.

"I present to you...Mr. and Mrs. Draco Malfoy!" Kinglsye shouts, clapping as he does so.

I blush slightly as I stare into Draco's eyes. He offers me a hand, and I gladly take it.

We run down the aisle as reporters clicked away with their cameras, people threw rose petals and my bridal party zipped after us.

We get to the entry doors of the church, and I look over at Draco.

"My handsome husband," I breathe, kissing him softly on the lips once more.

"My beautiful wife," He growls, his voice low and husky.

He places his hands on my waist and pulls away. Resting his forehead against mine, he plants one more soft kiss to the tip of my nose. "I believe, we have a reception to get to."

He pulls open the door grandly and I step outside, following the blush pink and velvet carpet. Reporters and onlookers crowd us, trying to ask us questions, but to no avail. The only person on my mind was the gorgeous, caring blond next to me, who I had just married.

"Are you ready?" He asks me, pulling a door to a limo open.

I smile at him and step in. "I'm ready."