Two years passed since then, And it was Hermione's wedding day, finally.
She waltzed down the isle in a beautiful pristine wedding dress.
It flowed down into pearls, and cascaded towards the ground that was covered in flower petals.
Her hair was up in a tight knot at the back of her head, curled strands falling out, highlighting her beauty.
She smiled, her pearly whites shining as she beamed at the groom who stood tall and proud at the alter.
Hermione no longer worked for Draco, but had her own business, she worked in a booming book shop in London, the largest book shop in England to be honest, and she was very proud.
She smiled as she made her way towards the alter, and took her lovers hands within hers, as they stood side by side, huge grins on their faces.
"How are you feeling?"Asked Jack, leaning in to his bride-to-be.
"Nervous,"Hermione breathed as she took another deep breath.
Jack squeezed her hand and smirked, as the vicar announced the engagement at hand, and the crowd wolf whistled and gushed with love.
Little did Hermione know, that Draco was sat in his apartment, his business driven to the ground, and had been turned into something else, he was a mess, heartbroken crumple, reading the wedding invitation with trembling hands.
(Trust me! Dramione will happen again! I'm just saying that to all the downhearted!)
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FanfictionYou've got the job," he smirked, her face lit up, but went back to confusion as she sat straighter in the chair, eyebrow raised. "You didn't even ask me any questions,"Hermione said, staring at him. "I didn't have to,"his grin widened, seeing her b...
