Snow Storm - D.M , H.G

37. A very Dramione wedding

The remaining week before the wedding had gone by incredibly fast. With the last minute planning, going over the guest list, making sure the flowers and catering were all in order, among the many other things that Hermione wanted to oversee herself, she felt like she barely had time to breathe. Even with the help of two wedding planners, it was a lot for the pregnant witch.

The day had finally come, though, and whatever was going to go wrong couldn't be helped, unless by magic. Hermione had gotten up early to prepare for the wedding. She was grateful for her bridesmaids, her mother, and Mrs. Weasley, who were all fussing over her hair and makeup, making sure she looked perfect for the ceremony. Her bridesmaid's consisted of Ginny, Luna, Fleur, and Astoria. She had considered not asking Astoria, but she had found she actually didn't mind the girl. Even with her crude sense of humor, and general Slytherin attitude, she owed the girl a lot. And she had been present at Astoria's wedding.

Ginny and Fleur were currently fighting over how her hair should be done. "I say we straighten it, or do it up in an elegant bun," Fleur was saying, to which Ginny shook her head.

"No, no, she should have some loose, tame curls. We can pull part of it back, that way it's not too different from how her hair usually is, but still elegant." Ginny suggested. She held up a silver hair pendant with many sparkling gems, "We can use this," she added.

Hermione thought over the three options, glancing over her shoulder in the mirror at the dress she was to wear, pursing her lips in thought. "Sorry Fleur, I kind of like Ginny's idea." Hermione said regretfully, which Fleur waved off.

"It's your day, do not be sorry." Fleur told Hermione with a smile.

The two of them set to curling her hair, as Ginny had suggested they did loose, intentional curls. Hermione's hair had grown quite a bit, and was especially healthy looking from all of the vitamins she was taking for the baby, and she wanted to show that off. Luna stayed back, being useful when she could be. Molly and her mother were fussing over the rest of the girls, making sure they were getting themselves ready as well, while Astoria hung back and got herself ready.

When all of their hair and makeup was done, Hermione began to really grow nervous. She was getting her dress on now, with the help of Ginny. Her dress was form fitting, down to about her knees, where it flared out with lace that dragged on the floor. The long sleeves were also completely lace. Hermione had debated on what style dress she wanted, and in the end she decided that she was going to show off her baby bump, and looking in the mirror, she was glad she had. There was no hiding it at this point, anyways. While they had all been getting dressed, Molly left the room to get herself ready.

"Mione, you look so beautiful," her mother said, smiling proudly as she helped her with her veil. Once it was secure, she placed a hand on Hermione's stomach, smiling teary eyed at Hermione in the mirror from over her shoulder.

"Thanks, mum," Hermione said, smiling back at her. Just then, Molly burst into the room again. "It's time, everybody ready?" She asked excitedly. Hermione hurriedly got her shoes on, she had chosen to wear heals, just until the ceremony was over. After, she had a nice pair of flats picked out for the rest of the night.

Hermione was led to her father, who was ready, and looking quite dashing in his suit. Her mother and Molly went to find their seats, while the rest of the girls went ahead of her and her father.

Draco couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had plagued him since he woke that morning. It was all just too good to be true. He'd never looked forward to anything more in his life, making Hermione his and only his. And she wanted to be his. Which seemed... impossible. But thus far, the day had gone by, from what he knew, without a hitch.