IT SHOULD BE US (DRAMIONE)

5: Man of Honor

**Draco**
As we went through dinner Hermione practically waxed poetic about her stupid fiancé.

Finally getting enough courage to do more than nod and hum I asked, "when's the wedding?"

Hermione's face lit up. "We're having the wedding at a month from now, November 1st. You reminded me though, I was wondering if you would be my maid of honor, well man of honor."

I couldn't bear to say no to her, I never could. "I will if you really want, but why me?" I asked.

"Well Michael's mother said that my maid of honor can't be married yet, so I couldn't use Ginny or Luna and she wanted me to use Michael's sister but I barely know her so I compromised and added her to my bridal party. Then I  basically bargained my way into using one my own not married friends, gender not specified, so who better?"

"Well I suppose that's a yes from me then." I said as genuinely as I could.

Her face lit up like a Christmas trees and she grabbed my hands with hers. "Oh, thank you so much. I love you."

Four very specific words that would effectively ruin our relationship almost slipped out of my mouth, but I restrained it and just nodded with a stilted smile.

The night went on with the Hermione being all sappy, talking about how the bloody idiot saved her from the rain when she got stranded at the base of Mount Greylock and couldn't get back into town to her hotel, and 'Mike', as Hermione likes to call him, was practically man handling her at the dinner table.

He was supposedly from a family of high class but it didn't stop him from eating with one hand and wrapping his other around MY best friend!

We finished dinner at nine but instead of the night dragging on with trips to the park or a night cap 'Mike' and Hermione left to go back to her flat because his mom had arranged an early morning meeting with Rita Skeeter to announce their wedding to the public.

Hermione invited me to lunch with all our friends tomorrow, so he could meet them before he left back to the States tomorrow night.

That night Hermione left with her lover to hold her close and I went home with no one, to cry myself to sleep for the first time since sixth year.

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The next morning Hermione bounded into the cafe that we all always meet up at with her smug fiancé in toe.

She proudly introduced him and while everyone put on happy and supportive faces they still managed to send me pitiful looks as I drunk myself into a stupor.

Hermione didn't notice or chide me like usual though, she just sat there fawning over him.

I made up excuses about having a rare deadline at work that I forgot about and left letting the lads know I'd see them for our quidditch game later because I'll be done by then.

Even this proclamation didn't entice Hermione for a few seconds, she mumbled, "Bye," and continued mooning after him as he told Luna about American creatures.

I left in perhaps a worse mood than I had been in when I arrived.

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Just as I was leaving for the pick up quidditch game Hermione stumbled out of the floo in a black night gown and a dark green robe that mother had gotten her for Christmas a few years ago.

She looked so amazing with her adorable face and ruthless hair.

She broke my reverie regarding her appearance and said, "Would you be willing to take Michael on as an extra player for quidditch. He can replace Ginny since she's still out from her pregnancy still." I hesitated slightly so she turned her large doe eyes up at me and stuck out her bottom lip. "Please, he just wants to get to know you guys before he has to leave tonight."

I never could resist her when she used her eyes like that.

I nodded like an idiot and that's all the prompt she needed to throw her arms around me and tell me how much she loves me.

The temptation was once again very high to just tell her how I felt but she disappeared through the floo before I could get out any words and he came out instead.

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When we started the game he seemed to have no idea how to play quidditch because apparently people in the States played it wrong.

This was fine by me but stupid Theo had to go and tell him how to actually play proper quidditch, and damn the man because he was very good at it.

He managed to make crazy maneuvers on his broom and caught the snitch, securing the win for Blaise and Theo's team.

After a stiff congratulations we all headed off into the nearby changing rooms to shower and get dressed.

I had forgotten my shampoo when we had all entered the actual showers so I went back to the lockers to grab it.

When I came back I saw Theo, Blaise, and Harry standing outside of the showers watching something like a bunch of perverts so told them exactly that.

That's when Harry pointed and said, "Look."

I looked to see what was so intriguing and I noticed exactly what they were all gaping at.

It was big and as if that wasn't scary enough Theo chimed in, "He's even bigger than you Draco."

"Shut up." I said smacking his head.

Not deterred Blaise said, "Lucky Hermione, I guess."

This resulted in a smack for Blaise too.

At this exact moment he turned around and gave us a stupid smile when he noticed our disgusting congregation.

We all flushed a little and actually went into the shower and did what we were supposed to.

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I'd been home for a few hours skipping through channels on the telly in a terrible mood when the floo flared up and Hermione stepped through again.

She plopped down next to me like usual, as though she hadn't just gone off and gotten engaged to another man.

She instantly wrapped her arms around me and kissed my cheek before thanking me for being nice to him.

I couldn't help but smiling at her.

She quickly moved on from the topic and said, in one breath, "so I was thinking the two of us could go out and start my registry and stuff tomorrow because there's only a few weeks till the wedding."

She coughed almost immediately after this which was concerning.

"Why are you coughing so much?"

She coughed again. "Oh, Micheal doesn't like using charms in muggle areas because the rules are stricter in the States and I wasn't very prepared for the London rain."

He was so stupid letting someone so special and important and precious get sick instead of just doing some basic magic.

I quickly cast a warming charm, and assured her we could go out to Harrods tomorrow.

Pleased, she grabbed the remote and flipped through a few channels before landing on one playing a movie.

Twenty minutes in she was dead weight on my shoulder, her tiny puffs of air falling across my collarbone.

I didn't mind of course.

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