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In no universe did Draco expect to be at the Weasley-Potter wedding, he didn't expect to enjoy himself either – the wedding was incredibly tasteful; held in Grimmauld Place but so very extravagant.

Nor did he ever think the Gods would bless him enough to witness Hermione Granger drunk.

Draco watched her dancing with a small grin, his eyes filled with joy even if she was dancing to the wrong beat and resembled a fish out of water. Her hands flopped whilst she twirled around attempting to mimic Luna Lovegood.

She may have been a genius, but dancing wasn't her strongest suit.

His long strides brought him to her faster than expected, his hand slipping into hers as he pulled her into him. "I'm going to steal her." He told the dazed blonde; he was starting to think her incredible oddness had begun to wear off on his girlfriend.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Hermione asked, pressing her head against his and arms circling around his waist to steady herself. She'd forgotten to check on him after the reception had started, she'd found herself saying hello to everyone there and by default drinking multiple glasses of champagne.

"Not as much as I'm enjoying watching you." Malfoy murmured brushing her curls out of her face, she looked stunning, she'd always been beautiful but that night it was different, he felt as though he'd officially been introduced to Hermione, not Hermione Granger, the brains of the Golden Trio.

"You're watching me? Careful Malfoy, people may say I've got you wrapped around my finger." Hermione's voice was low, her lips brushed against his skin after every word.

"And they'd be correct."

That made her laugh, Hermione's laugh was his favourite sound, it was melodious and sometimes if he tried hard enough, he could make her laugh so hard that cute little snorts would leak from her. She'd hate it, but Draco found pride in his ability to keep her happy.

"Thank you for inviting me, I never thought the Weasley's could be so entertaining." There was no hostility at all, they were quite nice towards him considering who he was. He was a lot more tolerable also, his judgemental bratty personality had disappeared, and he had started to make amends with the people he had hurt.

It appeared that Draco Malfoy had changed after all.

All thanks to Hermione Granger.

"I love you Draco."

Those words felt so surreal, it was like a gust of wind had just knocked him straight off his feet. "I love you Hermione." Draco lifted her head up towards his, fingers slipped through her hair as his mouth connected with hers using a gentle force. His hand slid down her back pressing her body closer towards him as the other squeezed the contours of her waist.

Hermione's hand rested against his cheek, pushing him a little further by parting his lips, tasting something sweet and mint, only pausing when she'd heard Ginny call out that she'd be tossing the bouquet. Hesitantly, Draco let her go watching as she stood in line with the rest of the girls, she was particularly short, so he didn't expect her to be the one that caught the flowers, but it didn't mean it was unlikely she'd be the next to marry.

"Ready?" Ginny grinned as she turned around facing the opposite way, her back towards all her friends, her arms lifted into the air in one swift motion before the bouquet was tossed into the air. The girls all clambered to catch it, but she'd had thrown it so far across the room that it had landed near Longbottom, who just passed it off to a girl Draco didn't recognise.

"It's a shame, if you caught it, I would've proposed to you straight away with a massive ring." Draco spoke smugly once Hermione returned by his side.