AN- I am SOOO sorry I haven't updated in like forever! I was really uninspired lately. Disclaimer and enjoy.
The day was filled with happiness and spring and guests were beginning to arrive. The light colored tent set for the reception was completed; the lighter shades of crimson and yellow the color scheme. White chairs were set in two aisles, the wedding arch covered in vines of jasmine flowers.
Upstairs, in Ginny's room, the bride-to-be stood anxiously in front of the mirror, smoothing down her dress and fixing her veil. "Ginny, you look gorgeous," Hermione said, dressed in the petunia pink and cherry red bridesmaid dress, the two had picked out earlier.
Ginny beamed and her bedroom door opened to reveal Molly and Arthur. Molly wore a light pink skirt and shawl, a yellow ruffled top underneath. Arthur wore a black suit with a yellow tulip lapel. Molly smiled as a bout of fresh tears started.
"My baby girl is getting married!" she cried. "I never thought I'd see the day!"
"You look beautiful dear," Arthur said smiling.
George and Fred poked their heads in, both in identical suits of black with red tulip lapels. "Hey sis, I think we're starting in a few minutes," George said.
Ginny took a deep breath. "Okay."
The wedding party succeeded out of the room. They all stood in order before the kitchen doors and instrumental music began to play, giving the cue for the wedding to begin. George and Fred stood on either side of Angela Johnson, linking arms with hers. Luna and Neville went after them, the two holding hands down the aisle.
Hermione and Ron, being the maid of honor and best man respectively, linked arms and moments before their cue was to come, Ron muttered, "I'm sorry." Hermione kept a quarter of her attention for the signal, but mostly on Ron. "It's just…I don't want you to get hurt by that idiot and I…I still care about you even if your in love with someone else…I've come to terms with that now; just please tell me if he does anything to hurt you-…" Everything spilled out at once, fast and desperate as if she were the one that was going to be married that day.
Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione caught the signal and said, "Ron, can we talk about this later? It's our turn now!"
He immediately quieted and the two stepped out of the Burrow and onto the path that had been set for the celebration. They both smiled and glanced at the crowd. From her side view, Hermione caught bleached blond hair sitting towards the back.
Draco had come.
Ron had noticed and tensed under her hand. She secretly patted her hand against her arm and he somewhat relaxed. They made it down the aisle into their spots and the wedding march song played through the space. The group stood respectively. Ginny and her father and mother were at her side, Molly already crying and Arthur trying very hard not to.
They were giving their only daughter away, after all.
Once at the alter her parents both kissed her on the cheek and Ginny was left beaming at Harry. With everyone taking their seats, the ceremony began. It was simple; the vows were perfect; everything went well. Dinner was superb and Ginny and Harry's first dance as husband and wife was adorable.
Eventually, people poured onto the wooded dance floor, and a variety of colors blurred together making the room look like a crowd of colorful, dancing birds.
The air was warm from bodies, but that didn't deter the steady rate of dancing to wavier. Hermione was so caught up in the music that she didn't feel the hand on her wrist until she realized she was moving away from her position.
Gingery-red hair was a little bit in front of her. Then, she remembered. She didn't hold a full conversation with Ron all evening, although didn't really want to confront him.
The opening of the tent where the warm air and chilled air mixed for a moment was like a small bubble of comfort as the cold overtook and goose bumps rose on Hermione's skin.
Only a few people who wanted to get away from the festivities for a bit were outside besides the two. Ron pulled her around to the side of the tent, away from view. "Ron?" Hermione asked when they had stopped. "What are you do-?"
She was stopped by his lips crashing into hers and was frozen in shock and confusion. Her hands were curled up besides her, her eyes wide. He pulled back, searching her face for any spark of recognition if she loved him the way her did her.
Suddenly, snow-blond hair caught half in her view and she was once again whisked away, all while trying to figure out what was all happening. Hermione was dragged away and again stopped, this time near the Burrow. Draco stood in front of her, pain and anger easily recognizable on his face.
"Why was he kissing you?" he demanded and his voice shook momentarily and his eyes stormed with anger.
He stopped talking for a second before whispering with such intensity, "I thought you were just friends!" If it wasn't the look in his eyes that made her want to cry, it was most definitely the pain evident in his voice.
Hermione stood silently and couldn't look at him. Ron had kissed her, and she really didn't know why.
Why was she in the middle of this mess?
She remained speechless. She felt Draco's eyes stare at her before she heard his footsteps recede on the grass; Hermione could hear a small blow and an 'oof!' not too far away. Her head snapped up. She started to move towards the sound. She thought Draco and Ron were fighting.
Her suspicions were confirmed to be untrue when instead of Draco and Ron, two drunken guests, some distant cousins on Ginny's side, were fooling around and trying to take swings at each other. One of the blows had connected.
Where had they gone? Maybe her mind was playing tricks on her or something. She walked back into the tent. The music was still going, but only younger people dominated the dance floor; Ginny and Harry were no where to be seen; and it seemed like Fred and George were in charge. They were the only two of the Weasley clan there.
She scanned the room before she found the blonde hair. He sat at a table with empty bottles of Firewhiskey and she thought he had drunken himself silly again. A half drunken bottle was grasped in his hand. She walked over to him.
"D-Draco?" she asked in a small voice. He ignored her, staring at the drink in his hand.
"Draco?" He again ignored her and this time took a sip of the Firewhiskey.
"Malfoy, it's not my fault! Ron kissed me, and I had no control over it! I'm sorry, you drunken idiot!" she said, annoyed enough to call him by his last name.
He put the drink down and stood up, coming close to her. He closed the small gap between them, their faces only centimeters apart, and whispered, "I'm not drunk you know."
Realization that they were so close barely registered in Hermione's mind, before Draco's lips were on hers. He didn't care who was watching nor give a damn that he had just kissed the lips that another man just had.
AN: Hope you liked that…I've realized I've dug myself into a hole with the conflicts of this story. So I'm trying to figure all this out. Please review! Maybe reviews can help me think of a way out of the conflicts. Suspense is to come soon! Thanks!