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Diagnose Your Own Magical Maladies. by gocnocturna
Chapter 32: The Most Magical Day
Chapter 32- the most magical day
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It was finally August 13th. The wedding had arrived. Hermione thought she was going to burst with happiness, or nerves. Everything had to be perfect. Of course the most important part was marrying Draco, but other stuff mattered too. The garden at the Malfoy Manor had been decorated magestically for the occasion.
Hermione’s family saw hundreds of white chairs set up in the garden. The aisle was lined with red rose petals with antique looking lanterns with candles inside placed atop the petals. The aisle itself was white silk on top of the grass. Large rose displays framed the makeshift altar. There was a white wooden trellis arch made for the bride to walk through. The gigantic tree that the altar stood in front of had branches that protected most guests from the sun, and from its branches hung Chinese lanterns that lit the shadowed ceremony area. On the sides of the aisle, the chairs were tied together by white silk, bowed at each chair and draped from one chair to another. There were red and white roses all over, and each guest received a red and white corsage or boutonniere, according to their gender, upon entrance. While everyone was being guided to their seats by the ushers, there was faint, peaceful orchestra music playing in the background.
Draco’s family, their friends, and Hermione’s parents saw only a slightly different setup. Instead of lanterns with candles, there were just candles, floating a bit above the ground, lighting the aisle. Instead of Chinese lanterns hanging from the tree, the Chinese lanterns were just floating above the gathering. Of course, the orchestra music was coming from the instrument only orchestra that was situated off to the left of the altar, not that the muggles could see it. Finally, a few things had no muggle translation. The air glittered. It was a spell Hermione had actually made herself and had yet to share with anyone else, but the air actually glittered and glimmered, it was beautiful and not at all distracting. There was a statue behind the altar that tactfully and stunningly depicted a lion and a serpent in harmony.
As soon as everyone was seated, Draco walked down the aisle with his mother, seating her in the front row before taking his place up at the altar next to the celebrant. He was wearing a black tux with a silver tie. It was a normal tie, not a bowtie, because Draco was to slick and elegant for a bowtie. There was no green, since green with red made it look like Christmas, but he was ok with that.
Before he knew it, Harry was walking down the aisle with Pansy on his arm. The bridesmaids were wearing various styles of blood red dresses that matched the roses. Once they reached the front, Harry and Pansy unlinked their arms and separated to either side of Draco and the celebrant. Next came Ron with Luna. Luna had a huge smile on her face, unbearably happy to be a part of such an important day in her friend’s life. Finally Blaise, the Best Man, walked in with Ginny, the Maid of Honor, and they walked to the front. Once they had taken their places everyone stood.
Turning, everyone who could see magic gasped as butterflies flew over to form a door. Once the wedding march started, the butterflies flew in all directions, revealing Hermione. For her dress Hermione had decided to go vintage. Her white dress came to just below her knees in a full chiffon skirt with crinoline to make it poof out. The dress itself was sleeveless, but at the top it was covered with chiffon making it more of a bateau neckline. The waist was brought in by a thin red ribbon with a white rose ornamenting the side of the sash. Her shoes were simple white peep-toe heels with a red rose off to the outside of the shoe on each. Her bouquet was white lilies and red roses.
Hermione walked down the aisle on her father’s arm, grinning the whole way. She could not keep her eyes off of Draco, and apparently he was experiencing the same thing. Everyone had their eyes on her, and he was no exception. His eyes were wide, smiled stretching across his face, and his eyes shone. She smiled shyly at him and he returned the gesture with a wink. Typical Malfoy.
As she reached the front, glittering sparkles engulfed her and her father, giving them a bit of privacy as he lifted her veil and kissed her cheek. Once the audience could see again Mr. Granger passed his daughter over into Draco’s hands, and took his seat next to his wife.
Once Draco’s and Hermione’s hands met, a glowing gold vine encircled their hands like ropes, holding them together and sending a feeling of togetherness through the bride and groom. The magical members of the audience smiled, recognizing the magical bonds of marriage. The celebrant began the ceremony. When it came time for the vows the celebrant announced that the bride and groom had opted to write their own vows. Hermione went first.
As she started her vow, each statement sent a pulse from her heart to Draco’s. The pulse was shaped like a heart and of the consistency of a patronus.
“Draco Malfoy, you mean the world to me. I could never have gotten through this year without you. You have been there through thick and thicker as well as through the final reconciliation. You have been my rock, my comfort and my friend. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I have never met another person who so completely understood me; you are the most amazing person, so kind, so considerate, no matter how Slytherin you act at other times. I promise to always be there for you when you need me, support you when you are weak, comfort you when you are sad, and above all, share in the joy of living life with you. I promise to never judge you, to always love you, and of course, be true to you. I love you and I am glad to call you my husband.” She was crying, as were both her mother and Draco’s. Draco’s eyes moistened. He smiled as he began his vows.
“Hermione Granger, I never knew what I was missing in not getting to know you better before this year. You are the most intelligent, sweet, adorable woman I have ever met. You are so brave it is no wonder you are in Gryffindor. You stood strong through all the struggles we went through this year, and I am so glad we got to go through it all together. I love you with every fiber of my being and can’t wait to spend every day of the rest of my life proving my worth to you. You have become my everything, and I would do anything for you. I promise to always care for you, be faithful to you, catch you when you fall, listen to you when you need me to, support you in all you want to do, and spend every day loving you with my whole heart. I am so proud to call you my wife.
Hermione was touched. She had known that asking him to write his own vows had been risky; she knew his reluctance to share his feelings. She had never expected him to write such heartfelt and touching vows; she gave him a watery smile.
The celebrant continued talking, but Draco and Hermione weren’t listening, just staring at one another. Finally he asked for the rings, which Blaise handed over. As Draco placed the ring on Hermione’s finger, the celebrant asked him if he took her as his wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, so long as they both shall live, Draco nearly whispered his “I do.” Then it was Hermione’s turn.
She slid the ring onto Draco’s finger as the celebrant asked her the same questions and she responded, “I do”. Then, with the power vested in him by various groups of official- like people, he pronounced them man and wife and told Draco to kiss his bride. He did. As their lips met the bond around their hands seemed to melt into their skin.
Once they broke apart they heard the clapping. Their friends and family were standing, congratulating them. As they walked down the aisle to go inside for the reception, the members of Hermione’s family threw rice, their traditional congratulation to a newly married couple. Draco looked at Hermione curiously. She laughed.
As she and Draco walked towards the manor for the reception others began to follow. The wedding party stepped off to the side for wedding photos while guests went inside to find their tables. Tables were arranged by magical and muggle, with Hermione’s parents sitting at a table with Draco’s mother.
Finally everyone but the happy couple was inside and Blaise stood up. “It is my pleasure to announce, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Draco Malfoy.” Everyone stood up and clapped as Draco and Hermione walked in together and made their way up to the head table where the wedding party sat. They sat down in the center and people started getting up to get food. It was buffet style. To the muggle guests there was one long table of food, a bar, a dessert table, and a fruit table. To the magical guests there was also a table of typical magical foods and a table of magical desserts. Everyone seemed pleased with the food. Once most people had settled down at their tables with their food, the speeches began. Ginny went first.
“I think it is best if I give my speech before Blaise does, because his is bound to be funny, and I could never follow that.” People chuckled and Blaise just nodded his head. “Hermione is an amazing person. She has grown to be much like a sister to me. I will be honest, at first I was skeptical about her being with Draco. But over the past few months he has really proven himself to be the best possible man for her to marry. It is so blatantly obvious that they are in love. He dotes on her so much. I am so glad I can call him my friend. I remember a time, back in Hermione’s third year, when she actually punched Malfoy, breaking his nose.” A few people gasped as Draco, Hermione, and their friends just laughed. “He deserved, don’t worry, but he has come so far since then. He is no longer the amazing bouncing ferret from their fourth year.” A few confused laughs joined the guffaws of the Hogwarts students. “I honestly wish them all possible happiness in the future, to Draco and Hermione!” Everyone repeated ‘to Draco and Hermione’ as they raised their glasses and took a sip. Blaise stood up next.
“And you thought you wouldn’t be funny.” He smiled at Ginny as everyone chuckled. “Draco is my best mate. He always has been, since we were wee little lads playing together in this very house.” He paused, looking around him, as if remembering the times they had shared in that house. “And now he’s off into the real world, to find his own house. I couldn’t be happier with the person he found to replace me.” People laughed at this. “Hermione is a really sweet girl, and just right for Draco. He needs someone who can control him, as he can be a bit of a prick sometimes.” More laughs. “And as Miss Weasley already said, she did punch him, so I think they will be fine. Draco may deny it all he wants, but from our very first year at school, he always seemed to pay extra attention to Hermione. Isn’t it true that young boys show their affection by picking on those they like? I think that has always been the case.” Draco glared at him as Blaise laughed. “Anyway, they are both amazing people and I am unbelievably glad that I know them. To the happy couple.” Again people repeated ‘to the happy couple’ as they raised their glasses and drank.
There was an annoying tradition in Hermione’s family in terms of weddings. Whenever someone clinked their utensil against their glass, others would join in and the newlyweds had to kiss. When Hermione’s younger cousin John started it, she glared at him. He grinned wickedly. Soon her whole family had joined in. Draco’s family and their friends were looking around them confusedly. Draco turned to his new wife, curious.
“What exactly is your family doing?” Hermione blushed. She quickly explained the tradition. Draco smirked. “Well, if that is what they want.” Hermione gave him a look, but before she could say anything he had snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. He smiled at her, looking her in the eyes before he kissed her. It wasn’t a short and sweet kiss either. People were hooting and whistling at them. Eventually Hermione had to pull away and she gave him a disapproving look.
“Draco! There are children here, and my father.” She whispered this last part, glaring at him. He grinned sheepishly before pecking her on the lips once more. Hermione’s family just went back to eating.
Soon it was time to cut the cake. Hermione and Draco had agreed on a traditional chocolate cake, but had had peppermint spice added into the mix, at the tasting it had been amazing. It looked differently to magical people and muggles. The muggles saw a three layered round white cake, traditional enough, with red ribbons of fondant wrapping around each layer and the top was covered with edible white lilies and red roses, with figurines in the middle depicting a man in a black suit and a woman in a white dress hugging each other.
The magical people saw a towering cake that looked much like the burrow in terms of leaning, clearly held up by magic. It was white with red ribbons like the muggles saw, but it also had roses running up the side of it that changed color from red to white every few minutes, like twinkling lights. The figurine on top was a perfect replica of Draco and Hermione in their wedding clothes. It was like a wizard photograph, moving. The sequence was of them holding hands, looking at each other, and then they would kiss. As they kissed the Draco figurine would wrap his arms around the Hermione figurine’s waist as her arms went around his neck and he would lift her up off her feet and spin them around. He would then set her back onto her feet and pull back. They would then start the scene over again.
Hermione and Draco cut the cake. But being the Slytherin that he was, Draco did not place his piece nicely into Hermione’s mouth. Instead he smeared it all over her face. She returned the gesture before they both burst out laughing. They cleaned off as everyone clapped. They kissed and then took their cake over to the table where their parents were seated. They talked to their guests and walked the rounds until it was time for their first dance.
They had decided on a song by the Weird Sisters called “Unexpected”. It was a story of love coming when it was least expected, which was their story. They walked out onto the dance floor and started waltzing. They danced beautifully, not surprisingly, since Draco had had to learn for balls at the manor. Others joined in. Soon enough it was time for the traditional Father-Daughter dance. They had chosen Heartlands, “I loved her first”, a muggle song that depicted how a father loved the daughter, but was willing to give her away to her new love. Draco could be seen joining them on the dance floor, dancing with his mother. Hermione laughed when, during the next song Draco asked her mother if she would like to dance. Mrs. Granger looked surprised but accepted. Eventually Hermione and her dad danced to where Draco and Mrs. Granger were and swapped partners.
“Are you having a good time?” Draco looked peacefully into her eyes, kissing her forehead and holding her tighter. She smiled up at him.
“Yes, are you?” He nodded as they swayed to the music. As the night went on and everyone took more and more advantage of the open bar, the songs got faster and the dancing got dirtier.
Sadly, all good things come to an end and the reception came to an end around three in the morning. Draco had rented an apartment in secret so no one would bug them before they left for their honeymoon. As per another one of Hermione’s family’s traditions, the car they were using- so the muggles wouldn’t be suspicious- was ‘decorated’ so to say. The back seat was filled with balloons and there was writing in window paint all over the car. None of it was permanent. There were some lovely drawings on the windows, courtesy of Hermione’s older cousins. When they got in the car to drive away, turning on the blinker caused the A.C. to turn on, the lights also made the radio turn on, and the brakes made the horn honk. Hermione was a bit annoyed, but she had been expecting it, so she joined in with the laughing.
When they reached the apartment Hermione didn’t know what to think. She was married. She was actually married…to Draco Malfoy. If someone had told her in her before the war that one day she would marry Draco Malfoy she would have recommended they check out the insanity ward of St. Mongo’s. She was so glad it had all worked out the way it had. She was unbearably, blissfully happy.
“I can’t believe it’s over, we’re married.” Draco came up behind her as she said this, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to him. He leant his chin on her shoulder.
“It’s not over yet.” She twisted to look up at him curiously. “There is one more thing we have to do, to really make it a wedding.” She looked at him grinning devilishly.
“And what might that be?” He smiled and kissed her cheek. He spun her around to face him before stating excitedly…
“Why, open our presents of course!” She laughed at him. They did indeed open their gifts, organizing them before shrinking them to be packed away during their honeymoon.
Of course that wasn’t all they did before heading to their actual honeymoon. It isn’t called a wedding night because you spend it sleeping. Hermione finally had a Magical Malady she could correctly diagnose: whole-hearted-love. Symptoms- bliss, smiles, happiness, dating, marriage, hopefully babies, and of course, an overwhelming desire to be with the other person forever and ever. Cure- No cure is necessary. Suggested course of action- be with that person forever and ever.
AN: Oh my goodness. I can’t believe it’s over/almost over. I haven’t decided whether or not to write an epilogue. If you think one would be nice let me know in a review and perhaps say what you would like to be in that epilogue. If you think this ending is fitting and think an epilogue would ruin it please leave me a review to let me know. Thanks!
Extended AN: I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has stuck with me through the, what has it been, three years, that it has taken me to get this all out. I really have appreciated all the reviews throughout the years. You have been the most amazing and patient readers that a writer could ask for and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I’ve sort of started a new story called “Flesh Memory” that will be a Dramione as well, so keep an eye out for that in the future. Love you all!!!