Astoria's POV:

How Ginny managed to become a whale and not care is totally beyond me.

Well, not that she's a whale, but we're all losing our figures.

Pansy looks really big, bigger than Ginny! Considering she's a month behind I'm getting a bit concerned.

Then again, who knows? Maybe she's having twins.

Or triplets.

Dear god that would be terrible. I hope I have one kid at a time. If not...wao. Can you imagine the pain?

I really don't feel like having to go through any of that. Maybe I could just disappear off the face of the Earth?

Nevermind, I'm Astoria Greengrass. I'm a badass, I don't run away from my problems!

Well...

Alright I don't run from pregnancy. In fact, I can't! Sooner or later I won't be able to run at all. Only to the toilet.

I'm so thankful Luna and I aren't at the really, truly horrible morning sickness stage yet.

"Yeah, can't wait for that!" I snort.

"Can't wait for what?"

I look up from my position on my perfectly comfy chair, craning my neck to see the person next to me.

Ah, of course, Blaise Zabini. My husband. My husband. My husband.

The fact that I finally got to marry my childhood crush was amazing, though he only ever married me for the marriage law. I know he loves me now, but would he have loved me if it weren't for this?

Hmph, must be the hormones causing me to think like that, right?

"Morning sickness," I respond, unable to force the growing smile upon my lips from forming at the mere sight of him. "I 'can't wait' until I have bad morning sickness."

He squints at me, trying to figure out my thought process. "I can."

Narrowing my eyes, I seethe. "Thanks."

"Your welcome!" He chirps, walking off to do who knows what.

"Men," I chuckle, shaking my head from side to side. I stop abruptly. "Boys."
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Hermione's POV:

I swear I'm in...well...not heaven right now.

Why?

Because of double wedding preparation, that's why.

First was going to be Lavender and Ron's then Luna and Neville's, within a span of three days!

Three. Days.

That meant Ron and Lavender's wedding would have to be set up on the fourth, held on the fifth, and cleaned up on the sixth. That also means that Neville's has to be prepared on the seventh, held on the eighth, and cleaned up on the ninth.

How did people expect this to work! Even with magic, most things had to be done by hand. Ornaments and decorations have to be rearranged and rearranged constantly until the perfect position is found.

Some people also slack off, such as Theo and Blaise. We had one week until everything needs to be prepared, and some things were still being shipped in!

"It's not 'going to be okay', idiots!" I huff, stacking boxes on boxes which are stacked on top of boxes on boxes! "It's their wedding!"

"...and?" Theo takes another sip of his water, completely unfazed.

I pick up one more box and begin the transfer from one table to another table five feet down. "And it has to be perfect!"

"Says the perfectionist," Blaise reminds, also unfazed.

I take a wobbly step forward, crushing under the weight of the boxes. "It's important!"

"Uh huh. You can use magic, you know," Theo leviates the boxes out of my hands nonverbally and slams them down on the table.

"THEO!" I race over to the bottom box as fast as I can, feeling a little scared that some of the vases might have shattered.

I delicately pick up the boxes above it and carefully place them to the side. I lift the cardboard sides and peer in, sighing in relief that nothing seemed to be broken.

"Even though nothing happened, I'm still scared," Theo cowers, holding his glass of water out in front of him like some sort of a weapon.

"Nice try," I pull out my wand, just for it to fly back. "Hey!"

"I don't think Mrs. Nott would appreciate you harming her son."
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Lucius's POV:

I creep through the portrait just to see my daughter-in-law pull her wand out at my nephew, who was more of a second son now.

I casually flick my own wand, sending hers flying.

"I don't think," I drawl, making sure to pronounce each syllable clearly. "Mrs. Nott would appreciate you harming her son."

Hermione whips around, obviously startled. Her eyes widen with fear when she sees me with her wand.

That's good, I haven't lost my fear inflicting touch.

"Lu-lucius!" She squeaks stepping back.

"Hermione," I nod, allowing her name, not her blood status, to flow off my tongue.

"UNCLE LUCIUS!" Theo and Blaise cry, running towards me and enveloping me into a large hug. I make a distasteful face and shove them off of me before they think I'm going soft like a Hufflepuff or Gryffindor.

"Get. Off. Me."

"Of course Uncle! Where's Aunt Cissa?" Theo chirps, beginning to skip round the room like a five year old. I physically cringe at how stupid he looks, and feel ashamed that I am associated with him.

My reputation is going to be ruined. Look at this idiot. I thought we raised him better, but he's just a disappointment.

"In the hall," I sneer at him.

Blaise gulps and holds Theo back. "Okay maybe don't act like a five year old."

My thoughts exactly.

Hermione Malfoy's eyes dart between me, the boxes, Theo and Blaise rapidly.

"Is something wrong, Mrs. Malfoy?" I ask, watching in pleasure as her face contorts to a look of...not sure.

Oh how I love teasing people.
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Lavender's POV:

I pace around my room, anxiously awaiting for the word from Hermione that the decorations have finally come in. Yes, this is a little unreasonable because I've been here for several hours already, but I wanted, no, needed a perfect wedding.

Finally becoming annoyed with waiting, I walk down the stairs.

"N-nothing, Lucius!" Hermione squeaks.

Lucius? What is Lucius Malfoy doing here?

"Miss Brown," Lucius greets me, bowing ever so slightly.

"Mr. Malfoy," I give him a little curtsy, still suspicious of his true intentions. "What are you here for?"

He clears his throat and taps his cane to the ground. The silver snake head that doubles as the grip of his wand stares at me with icy unmoving eyes. I feel myself subconsciously wrapping an arm around my stomach, wary of it.

"Well I was invited to the weddings," He explains, stating it as if it were obvious.

Nice job Lavender, you invited a creep to your wedding!

"Well," I remove my hands from my stomach and start to fiddle with them, twiddling my thumbs. "Right."

Theo bounces up and down on his chair, smiling up at 'Uncle Lucius'.

"That's what I thought," He turns around sharply, his cape-like robes swaying behind him as he went to get a glass of water.

Chatter is heard and once again, the portrait opens, this time revealing Narcissa Malfoy, my parents, and Ron's parents.

"MUM!" I cry, rushing forward to greet her.

She squeezes my shoulders tightly, turning her body to the side so as to avoid my stomach and the baby inside.

"Lavender!" She says, looking me over. Her and my dad frown, upset.

"What?" I ask them, starting to become a little nervous.

"You never told us you were pregnant!" My mother chides.

Something inside me just clicks, as if I had known it all along.

"That's what I forgot to tell you!" I snap my fingers, emphasizing my words.

My father sighs. "Is this what women call 'baby brain'?"

"Yes," Narcissa, Molly and my mother respond, all chuckling as they say so.
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Luna's POV:

I truly feel bad for Hermione, I really do.

Having to deal with double weddings as the only young enough and non pregnant female who genuinely cares must be absolutely terrifying.

Imagine having to ward off all the boys who only want to have fun, care for your pregnant friends and do schoolwork!

Hermione is my real life superhero, and I don't think that constantly thanking her twenty four/seven as I've been doing is even enough for the great amount of work she's doing.

Well, then again, The Brightest Witch of Her Age could do anything, and when I say anything, I mean-anything.

Hermione barges into my room, disrupting my nargle bonding time, though I can't blame her, nargles can be quite pesty at time, so they might have begun to annoy her.

"Alright everything should be set up within the next four hours," Hermione rambles. "The flowers have arrived-anti wilting charms of course-and the rest of the decorations-unbreakable charms as well-"

"You should calm down, Hermione," I suggest, offering her a glass of water.

She politely refuses. "There's work to be done!"

"Really Hermione, you should calm down a bit," A familiar hair of striking blond hair similar to mine rests at the doorway, looking over at Hermione as if she were the only person in the world. I'm sure that in his eyes, she was, and in hers, he was.

"Maybe a small break," Hermione agrees, leaning into Draco's embrace.

The power of nargles is so amazing, isn't it?

A/N: So I was thinking of ending this with a like 15 years later kind of thing. I'll have the list of their kids and stuff, what do y'all think? There's also a lot of POV changes because well...as Hermione said, double weddings are stressful and there's a lot going on! Hopefully tomorrow two chapters come out, both weddings! Love y'all! ♡🦉

Also let's assume a clothing company asks you to become a new brand ambassador via Instagram DMs and you have no idea what to do. Help me? I'm so lost. Like no idea how they found my account, don't know why they want me you know?

Anyways, stay lovely!