Just Another Hogwarts Reunion

3

Everyone stared at me as I walked away from Ron, probably because he was shouting.
Ginny runs over to me. "Married? Why wasn't I invited?"
She grabbed my hand to see my ring but I pulled it away fast. "You're one to talk. The moment I truly knew that you guys no longer cared about me was when I saw THROUGH A MAGAZINE that two of my best friends got married. You cannot complain. At least you heard it from me." I walked away angrily. I walked to the staff table. 
"Ms. Granger?" I turned and saw Professor McGonnagall looking at me in shock.
"Actually," I showed her my ring and whispered. "Mrs. Malfoy."
She gasped. Then she pumped her fists in the air. "Horace owes me twenty galeons!"
I laughed at her antics. She then thanked me and scurried off to Slughorn.
He looked at her in shock.
McGonnagal walked up to Headmasters seat. Using her wand as a microphone she says "Let's hear from Ronald Weasley."
Ron went up there and talked into his wand. "Okay. I'm not one for speeches but I d like to thank everyone for being here. You know, the war was kind of like a chess match. You start out all together. You loose some pieces, but you keep playing. You ultimately defeat the other side. Thank you for playing folks!" He raised his glass.
Everyone raised their glasses as well.
"Now, the one and only, Harry Potter!"
"Ron, this was more than just a game. People are not peices of a chess board. Real lives were lost. You should know that." Harry touched his ear in a silent reasoning. Ron looked at the ground. "Sorry. I want to thank two people who risked their lives every day to defy Voldemort. Two people who really were a main part of his defeat. I would like to thank Bellatrix and Fenrir! I'm just kidding. I would like to thank my parents. Raise your glasses in their honor please."
"Lastly, the brains behind the Golden Trio,"
"Hey!" Harry and Ron called out but they knew it was true.
"Hermione Granger."
"Thank you Professor. I would like to thank you. All of you. Every single one of you. From Neville Longbottom to Draco Malfoy. To any and every person who fought in the war. To anyone who risked their lives but mostly, to those whose lost. Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Lavender Brown, Fred Weasley, Colin Creevy, and many others. Please take a moment of silence to remember them and thank them for their sacrifice."
After a minute of silence, everyone clapped for me. "Also, Professor I told you already that I'm not Hermione Granger anymore! I'm Hermione Malfoy!"
Everyone gasped.
"That's right! I married Draco Malfoy. We became adults and looked past old prejudice. We looked past what house you were sorted into. What matters is that we both ended up in the right side of the war and we both treat each other well. We have three beautiful children, Emerald, Ruby, and Tessa. None of you should care though. Despite reaching out, the inaction to this gala was the first owl I got from any person in this room for twenty years! I always sent a congratulatory owl when I saw an engagement, wedding, baby, or promotion in the paper. The moment I realized that I didn't leave this life behind, but it left me behind? I opened up the Daily Prophet, as everyday. This was before I even met the new Draco. I saw a picture in the side. It read 'Potter wedding! Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, now Potter, ties te not last week. 3,000 guests! Luckily they are covered with the prize money they got from the war!' Why is this the final twist of the knife for me? One- My best friend has 3,000 people at her wedding and doesn't even bother to owl me to tell me when she got engaged. Two- I found out that two of my best friends got married through Rita Skeeter." I fake shuddered so the crowd could see. "So, at least you heard it from us. Not that you care but whatever."
I walked away, avoiding everyone. I walked over to Draco, kissed him, grabbed Tessa, grabbed Ruby's shoulder, nodded at Draco as a motion and apparatus to my house.
Done. Now the world know that Hermione Granger is alive. Now they know that she hasn't been Hermione Granger for years.