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Chapter 11: Invitations
“Oh, Hermione, that’s great! I think you should go!” Ginny said excitedly.
“But, Gin, we leave the day after tomorrow and that’s just before your wedding day.” Hermione frowned.
“Hermione, I’ve decided to move it to tomorrow, seeing how Harry had to go to Australia, too.” Ginny smiled.
“Oh my God! But how are we gonna get everything ready by tomorrow?!” Hermione panicked.
“’Mione, calm down. It’s all taken care of. Don’t worry. We’re setting everything up today. We’ll need your help though, since you were so good at decoration when we were at Hogwarts.” Ginny praised.
“Sure, I’d be happy to help you any day, Gin.” Hermione smiled.
“Okay, then come on! We need to start straight away!” Ginny grabbed Hermione’s hand and dragged her away, out to the backyard.
Everything seemed to be almost set up by Arthur and Molly Weasley. Hermione was pulled inside the tent that Hermione recognised to be the same one that they had a party in before her, Harry and Ron had to escape from the Death Eaters.
Hermione commenced on decorating the tent. Carnations and roses placed inside a vase on the tables. She then conjured up the table, where all the food and more importantly, the wedding cake will be put on.
She decorated the chairs with the colours of green and gold, those being Ginny’s favourite colours.
“Hermione, I need you to get these last invitations out. If you wouldn’t mind doing that.” Ginny handed Hermione a few envelopes, and went back to her mother to help.
Hermione scanned through the envelopes: Neville and Luna, Dean and Lavender, Seamus and Parvati, Padma and Cormac. Those names didn’t surprise Hermione at all, but the next ones did to great extent. Ginny had apparently invited Pansy Parkinson and Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Draco and Narcissa Malfoy. Why they were invited, Hermione didn’t understand. She shook her thoughts aside; she would ask Ginny later about this. She started to make her way to the Burrow, to find Harry’s owl, when Ginny stopped her.
“’Mione, where are you going?”
“To Harry’s owl, so I can send these invitations out.” Hermione said.
“Oh no, you’re not. I want you to give out these invites personally, please.” Ginny said.
“But, wouldn’t it be easier just to owl them to the people.” Hermione suggested, not liking the idea of visiting the few Slytherins on the list.
“No, you need to give them out personally. Please?” Ginny pleaded.
“Fine.” Hermione sighed, and was off to her first destination. Neville and Luna’s house.
Neville and Luna’s had gotten married just a year ago, when Neville finally built up the courage to propose to her, considering that they had been dating for over 2 years.
They had built – yes, built – a house next to Luna’s father, Xenophilius. It was quite amazing, actually. They had a large garden at the back, filled with some plants and flowers that Hermione could recognise, such as hyacinths and lavenders, but some were ones only Luna would know about.
Hermione knocked on the door and waited for a reply. The door opened, to reveal Neville wearing an apron, which was covered with flour. “Hi, Hermione.” Neville hugged Hermione, despite his dirty apron. He let go quickly and looked at her apologetically. “Uh, sorry, about the flour.”
“That’s alright, Neville.” Hermione waved her wand over her clothes and instantly, the flour vanished.
“Come on in. Luna’s just in the living room.” Neville stepped aside for Hermione to enter.
Hermione went into the living room and saw Luna, reading The Quibbler, as usual, but something different caught her eye. Luna had a big bulging belly sticking out of her shirt.
“Luna! You’re pregnant!” Hermione rushed up to the white blonde and hugged her over the bump.
“Oh, hi Hermione. Yes, I just found out a few weeks ago.” Luna said dreamily.
“That’s great!” Hermione beamed, and then remembered that she was here to give out their invitation to Ginny’s wedding. “Oh, I almost forgot! Here’s your invite to Ginny’s wedding tomorrow.”
“I thought that was on Friday?” Neville inquired.
“Yes, but me, Harry and Ron are going to Australia for a mission on Thursday, so we had to move it to tomorrow.” She explained. “So, I’ll see you both tomorrow?”
“Of course.” Hermione hugged Luna and Neville, who had thankfully taken off his apron.
Hermione bid the couple goodbye and went next door, to Xenophilius Lovegood.
Xenophilius offered her his lovely, delicious tea, but Hermione refused because (1) she was in a hurry, and (2) she had tasted the tea before and she knew it would only come back up, rather than stay in her stomach.
From there, she had visited Dean and Lavender, Seamus and Parvati, and Parvati and Cormac.
Her next stop was one she was slightly dreading – Pansy Parkinson and Theodore Nott. Sure, Pansy had been alright last time, at the cafe, but that could only be because Dra-Malfoy was there. Wait, how would his being there with her make a difference to Pansy? Anyways! She really needed to watch where she was going because she almost ran into a lamp post. So close.
She looked up at the house; 39 Ridgeway Avenue. She remembered her Grandma Jean living in the same house before she passed away two years ago, due to cancer. She let a tears fall down her cheek as she reminisced the days when her grandmother was around, always joyful and full of life.
She hadn’t taken note that she had knocked on the door and that someone had opened it. Hermione looked to who it was and saw Pansy.
“Hermione? What’s wrong? Is everything alright?” pansy asked seeing the tears on her cheeks.
“Yeah, it is.” Hermione said, confused.
“Then, why are you crying?”
“Oh no. I just remembered that this used to be my grandmother’s house, she lived here two years ago, before she...before she passed away.” Hermione said, not really knowing why she was telling this to Pansy.
“Oh, you poor thing. Come here.” Pansy embraced Hermione, Hermione hugging her back awkwardly. It was weird to think that she could be so nice, when at Hogwarts, all she had been to her, was mean.
“Pans! Who is it?” a voice called from inside.
“Oh, it’s Hermione!” she turned back to Hermione and allowed her entrance. “Come in.”She smiled. Hermione entered the house and was in awe. The house looked much bigger on the inside. The living room was spread out to the size of the house if you see it from outside.
She saw someone sitting on the sofa and figured it must be Theodore Nott.
“Theo, this is Hermione. Hermione, Theo.” Pansy introduced.
Hermione waved her hand awkwardly, Theo doing the same.
“So, what was it you came her for?” Pansy asked.
“Oh, right. Here are your invitations to Ginny’s wedding. It got moved because I, Harry and Ron, and some other Aurors are going on a mission to Australia.” Hermione explained, before they asked for a reason.
Pansy quickly opened the envelope and found two papers, one was the actual invitation, and the other, Hermione wasn’t sure, but by the looks of Pansy, she knew exactly what it was and smiled in delight. Hermione was very curious to know what contained in that note that made her happy.
“Theo! I'm going to be one of Ginny’s bridesmaids!” she ran up to her boyfriend and hugged I'm tightly, due to the excitement. Hermione was quite shock, well, no, she was beyond shocked. Pansy was going to be a bridesmaid? What’s going to be next? Theodore Not as grooms mate?
“Oh, honey and you’re going to be one of Harry’s grooms mates!” Pansy squealed. Okay, seriously, what was going on? How did Pansy and Theo become good friends of Ginny and Harry? She was definitely going to ask that red head when she returned to The Burrow.
“Well, I should get going. I still have a few more invites to give out. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Hermione said.
“Bye!” Pansy said excitedly.
Next stop – Draco and Narcissa Malfoy. She was dreading this so much. How he got an invite, she didn’t understand.
She apparated to the gates of The Malfoy Manor. “Okay. Here goes nothing.” Hermione said, and walked towards the door.
“Mother! That’s not funny! At all.” Draco cried. He had told her about the little accident that he had at Pansy’s cafe.
“Oh yes it is. And to be honest, from what I heard, it was mostly your fault. You shouldn’t have had your back turned to Hermione, then you most probably wouldn’t have fallen, therefore prevent yourself from being smothered by the cake Pansy was holding. What was the flavour, by the way?” Narcissa asked sniggering.
“How am I supposed to know?! I was too busy cleaning it off my face to take note of the flavour of it.” Draco exclaimed.
“Alright, calm down. I was only joking around with you.” Narcissa said.
Draco hmphed in frustration and noticed that Blaise was very quiet. Probably doesn’t want me to hex him to oblivion, Draco thought. Wait a second. Draco tried to recollect the accident. When he had turned to face Her-Granger, he had seen a glimpse of raven hair. No. “Blaise. You. Did. Not. Just. Do that.” Draco said, through gritted teeth.
Blaise looked up, scared. “Draco, I swear, man, it was unintentional.” Blaise said, backing away as Draco stepped towards him.
“Oh, unintentional, was it?” how’s this for unintentional?” Draco pointed his wand at Blaise, but before he could hex him, he heard the doorbell ring. He cursed under his breath. He almost had him and then, someone had to be at that blasted door.
“I’ll get it!” Blaise said, relieved to have escaped Draco’s wrath. He opened the door and saw that it was Hermione. He smiled at her and welcomed her inside.
“Blaise, I am so gonna k- hi.” Draco stopped his cursing, and smiled, but then turned it into his infamous smirk. “What are you doing here, Granger?”
“I’m here to invite you to Ginny’s and Harry’s wedding, which is tomorrow.” Hermione handed Draco the invite as well as Blaise. Hermione was curious to know why Draco was close to murdering his best friend. “Is there a reason why you want to murder you friend?” she asked smirking.
“He was the one who got me smothered in cake. He was the one at that door in the cafe.” Draco said, then noticed that Hermione was giggling. No! It couldn’t be! Did she know already? Why didn’t she tell him? “You knew about this?” he asked. Her laughter was answer enough. He glared murderously at her “It’s not funny. What if that happened to you? You wouldn’t be laughing then, would you?” Draco accused.
“Actually, I would be. Lighten up, Malfoy.” Hermione remarked. Draco rolled his eyes at her.
“Whatever, Granger.” Draco said ignorant. This time, it was Hermione’s turn to roll her eyes.
“Anyways, I should get going. There’s a lot to do at the Burrow. Bye.” Hermione said, and made her way to the door.
Blaise waved goodbye and closed the door behind him. “Didn't think you’d get away with it, did you Zabini?” Draco smirked.
“Draco, that’s enough. Leave Blaise alone. Who was at the door?” Narcissa came from the living.
“Oh, it was Granger. She was handing out the invites to Weaslette and Potter’s wedding tomorrow.” Draco explained.
“Oh, how exciting! I need to choose my dress!” with that Narcissa ascended the stairs.
Blaise opened his invite and saw that he was going to be Harry’s grooms mate. “Dude, I’m going to be one of Harry’s grooms mates, with Theo and Weasley and Longbottom. What does it say in yours?” Draco opened the envelope:
You are invited to Ginevra Molly Weasley and Harry James Potter’s wedding, tomorrow morning, at 10:30am.
There was another note:
Congratulations, you are one of Harry James Potter’s grooms mate.
Please note that the bridesmaids and grooms mates have been personally chosen by Ginevra Molly Weasley.
Draco would have been surprised of being chosen as Potter’s grooms mate, but now, not so much. Mostly because he and the Weaslette, Potter and Weasley, have learnt to forget the past and act civil towards each other. They have even become good friends, mostly the Weaslette and the twins. Now, that he had gotten know them, he had grown very fond of Ginny and the twins. He chuckled at the last sentence written on the second note, about Ginny picking the bridesmaids and grooms mates personally. Potter must have let her take the lead, not wanting to take part in this whatsoever.
Well, he better get his suit ready. The suit that Weas- oh, alright, Ginny picked out herself. He had to admit though; she had quite good taste in clothes. Nothing like Weasley. He then ascended upstairs and had a shower, thinking about the sweet jasmine scent he had smelled downstairs.
“Ginny...would you care to explain how you became friends with Pansy, Theo, Blaise and Malfoy? Because I'm quite confused as to why you had invited them to the wedding.” Hermione questioned.
“Well, this is kind of a long story.” Ginny said.
“Oh, I don’t mind. Go on.” Hermione glared at her.
“Uh...alright. Well, I became with Theo and Blaise first because they both play with me for The Holyhead Harpies. He then introduced me to Pansy, who I already knew, and I guess we started off from there. Pansy would come to watch her boyfriend often, so I kinda got used to her then. But what really did the trick, was when she pranked Fred and George with one of their own creations. I had told her about them continuously tricking me and so Pansy decided it was time for them to have a taste of their own medicine. They deserved it, really. From that day on, I figured she wasn’t that bad after all.” Ginny grinned. “Theo and Blaise used to train with me, so we got used to each other, and enjoyed each other’s presence; they are pretty funny and cool, once you get to know them, that is. And with the case of Draco. He and I became friends when I used to work in Fred and George’s joke shop. They needed workers really badly, so they put up a notice saying they would accept anyone. That’s when Draco answered it. Fred and George were very surprised but they were so desperate, they let him in.” Ginny paused. “I would see him every day, when I would help my brothers out. He would get us so many customers, which my idiotic brothers were very pleased about, seeing that they were receiving a lot of money. Then, one day, Fred and George said that they were going to give me a special makeover, as a present for helping them out in the shop, but knowing the twins, I shouldn’t have let them. They did such a good job you know, with the makeover. They gave me an extremely white face, dyed my hair bright blue, and painted red lipstick around my mouth, like the kind of make up a clown would wear.” Ginny said, then recalled Hermione’s story of being turned into a clown. “Now, I know where Draco got that spell from. The one that turned you into a clown. He got it from Fred and George.” Ginny laughed, and then quickly went back to her story, after receiving a rather dirty glare from Hermione. “Anyways, it wasn’t like Draco didn’t laugh at me as well, he did, but he told me that he could help me get revenge on the twins, and so I agreed. We put traps around the shop and then waited for them to enter. When they did, by the end of it, they were covered in multicoloured paint and feathers. Oh, it was a sight. Fred and George didn’t even seem to mind that we had wrecked the whole joke shop just to prank them. In fact, they said that they were proud of us, for the prank we pulled on them. Draco and I became good friends from there, even though he still calls me Weaslette.” Ginny finished.
To say Hermione was surprised was an understatement. She was beyond astonished, she couldn’t believe Malfoy had taken up a job at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes; he hadn’t even dared touch any of their products before. And now, she hears that he befriended them was really weird. But she guessed that he may have changed now, after all, he had apologised to her this morning. This was still quite overwhelming, it was a lot to process.
She really need some rest after this very bizarre but fun day.
She got into her pyjamas and slipped into bed. Within minutes, she was fast asleep.
Draco, can I ask you a question?” Blaise inquired.
“What?” Draco said.
“And be honest. Seriously.” Blaise said.
“Yeah, yeah. Fire away.” Draco gave him the cue.
“Do you like Granger?” Blaise asked. Not this again, Draco thought. Honestly, why in the world would he like Granger?
‘Stop lying to yourself, Draco. Just admit it, you like her.” The voice inside his head echoed again.
‘I have nothing to admit to. I do not like Granger.’ Draco countered.
“No.” Draco said.
“And you’re being completely honest?” Blaise raised an eyebrow.
“Yes. Of course I am being completely honest.” Draco replied. Blaise narrowed his eyes at Draco, wondering if he was being honest. Of course he wasn’t, Blaise thought to himself. He was so stubborn! Why can’t he just admit that he like Hermione? Blaise sighed in frustration and nodded, before retiring to his bedroom for some sleep.
Draco decided to do the same and drifted away into deep sleep.
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