Married by Law

Chapter Eight: We're gonna get married!FUCK!

The day after Christmas, Hermione woke up tired and disoriented. She rolled over, burying her face into the pillow. Across the room Ginny was snoring loudly. After spending fifteen minutes she knew she would not be able to fall back asleep. She got up and pulled on her robe, tying it tightly around her waist. Hermione tip-toed out of the room, lightly stepping over the creaky floorboards. By the looks of the sun, it was only around eight am, perhaps earlier. No one in the house was awake. Molly had been told to sleep in today, due to all the hard work put forth yesterday. Arthur was actually at the Ministry with Percy, something about a bout of rabid pixies.

Hermione loved the peacefulness of the silence. After an hour or so of reading by the fire, her eyes grew heavy. She staggered upstairs and flopped onto her bed. Just as she was about to fall into her subconscious, she remembered something.

"Holy shit! Today's my wedding!" gasped Hermione, shooting up. Ginny stirred.

"M-Mione?" mumbled Ginny, before falling back asleep. Suddenly Hermione was wide awake and alert. She pulled her knees up to her chest, deep in thought. The wedding was scheduled for one o'clock, which gave them...oh shit! 2 hours!

"Ginny! Ginny! Ginevra!" snapped Hermione, shaking her pregnant friend. Ginny cracked her eyes open, glaring at the older woman.

"Hermione, I'm sleeping." snarled Ginny, attempting to roll back over.

"Yeah, and I'm getting married in two hours and haven't a thing to wear." retorted Hermione. Ginny shot up, her face contorted.

"Fuck! Why didn't you mention it?" said Ginny exasperatedly. Hermione shrugged dantily.

"I dunno, it never came to me."

Ginny shook her head as she frantically pulled on jeans. They did not fit, so Hermione made the waist elastic. The two girls quickly got ready and practically fell out of their bedroom door. Once down the stairs, they noticed the rest of the house was awake. Harry and Ron were shoveling pancakes into their mouth a frightening speed while Mrs. Weasley cooked happily.

"Mum, we're going out." said Ginny as she yanked on her coat. Hermione wound her scarf around her neck and they scrambled out the door.

"Where are you going?" shouted Molly, but it was too late. The girls had apprated away.

"Hermione, you look gorgeous." sighed Ginny, staring at her best friend in slight envy. It was true, Hermione did look pretty. Her hair was curled but loose and her makeup was natural but still stood out. She wore a cream lace flippy dress that went to about mid thigh, black lace tights, and royal blue suede peep toe pumps. The cream color was a nod to traditional weddings, and the blue just pulled the outfit together. It was a daring look, as Ginny called it.

Ginny herself had found a cute blue, empire waisted gown that actually showed off her baby bump. While out they had managed to find her wedding dress too! But now it was time for Hermione's wedding. The two girls pulled on their coats and walked out of the boutique. Snow was falling and the wind whipped around them.

"Bloody hell." spat Ginny, burying her face in her scarf. The girls braved the cold weather as they walked the five blocks to the area in downtown London that housed the only wizarding hotel in London. Hermione pushed open the door, sighing in relief as they warm air hugged her body. She went over to the concierge, who's eyes bugged.

"M-M-Miss Granger." stammered the frosty looking blonde. Hermione gave her a tight lipped smile.

"Can you please point me to the Charme Room?" asked Hermione politely. She nodded and stood up. The trio of girls walked through the hotel before she pushed open a door, revealing an elegant room. Draco stood in the corner talking to Blaise. Both were dressed sharply, in mens muggle suits. Draco was, as much as it pained Hermione to admit, devastatingly handsome. The two boys did not, however, notice the girls entrance. Hermione pulled off her outer layers and set them on a chair.

She cleared her throat. Draco turned around and his mouth dropped a tiny bit. Hermione smirked as she sauntered over to him.

"Is the official here yet?" chirped Hermione. Draco closed his mouth.

"No, he will be any minute. Now, must I say you clean up nicely!"

Hermione rolled her eyes but smiled. "Thanks, I think."

Draco smiled at her, but they were interrupted by the Ministry official. He entered and stood before them, very official.

"Are you ready?" It surprised Hermione how curt he was.

"Uhm, I guess so." stammered Hermione. Suddenly she realized everything: She was getting married!

They positioned themselves and began the 'ceremony'. The official, Barry Loman, began to recite. Hermione stared at Draco the entire time, like common groom's and bride's will, though it lacked 'true love'. Something was there.

"With this ring I thee wed." whispered Draco, slipping a silver band on Hermione's finger. Barry turned to Hermione and said the same thing.

"W-With this ring I-I thee wed." said Hermione, her eyes welling up. Shakily she took Draco's hand and slipped the ring on it.

"You may now kiss the bride." announced Barry Loman. Tension formed as Draco and Hermione locked eyes. Their heads gravitated towards each other, and eventually their lips. Something was set off inside Hermione. Passion, was it? She hadn't a clue, but she new she loved it all the same.

"I'm going to get drunk." announced Hermione, taking a swig of her drink. They had decided to go out and celebrate the newlyweds. So here they were, in a fancy restaurant. Hermione reasoned the best way to stomach sex with Draco was to be drunk, very drunk.

"In that case, here." hooted Blaise, setting down two shots in front of her. Hermione was never one for alcohol, so she chased the shot down with her 'girly' drink. They ordered a dinner, but Hermione picked at it. Draco and her talked throughout most of the dinner. Soon it was nearing seven o'clock at night!

"Guys, I have to go home or Harry will worry. Mione don't forget, there is a fitting tomorrow at two." reminded Ginny. She stood up, hands resting on her belly.

"Fitting?" questioned Draco. Hermione hiccuped.

"Her hic wedding hic." said Hermione. She sipped her wine and suddenly felt very giddy. Blaise too stood up.

"Time for me to head home. Good luck you too."

And then it was Hermione and Draco alone. Draco took the first move, standing up and holding up her coat. Drunkenly Hermione slipped into it. The sides of her vision was fuzzy and the floor kept moving, but Draco helped support her.

"Come on Mione." sighed Draco. He held her hand as they apprated away.

"Wwwwhere are weee?" slurred Hermione.

"Somewhere." replied Draco ominously. Suddenly they were on the bed kissing. Hermione's mind whirled, she was confused. Draco's face blurred. Somewhere deep inside her told her no, but another stronger force told her yes. She complied.

A/N It doesn't take a genius to figure out what came next. And I am way to awkward to write that kind of scene so I'll leave that to your imagination