Dance 1
The Wedding of Harry Potter & Ginny Weasley
At the Burrow
It was a cool night, and the Burrow looked neat. Wildflowers adorned the backyard entry, and a makeshift altar of lilies and roses stood beautifully in the middle. As beautiful as it could look atleast, Auror Draco Malfoy concluded between sips of (surprisingly) good wine and dance music in the background. Couples swayed in the backyard, as Potter and the brand new She-Weasley-Potter danced in the center, looking reasonably fine in a tuxedo and a white lace dress.
So…the Weasleys (and Potter) can throw a decent enough party.
“Malfoy.” Hermione Granger’s clipped greeting pulled him out of his reverie, and he turned to greet her.
“Granger.” His nod was subtle as he observed her light blue dress and blue drop earrings. “You look lovely tonight.”
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise, she could hardly hide them behind her wine glass.
“Such a pureblood gentleman.” He heard her mumble and almost chuckled. And decided to shock her some more with his next words.
“Would you like to dance?” Her response was not subtle, and he counted as she blinked seven times before nodding.
Granger danced beautifully, he had to admit.
But then again, had he expected anything less than from Miss Perfection? She fit perfectly in his arms, followed his steps like an expert, and did not even glare at him when he admitted he wasn’t as bored as he expected to be when invited by Potter, his now colleague and partner.
Dance 2
The Wedding of (An Unknown Couple)
At the Leaky Cauldron
“You didn’t just say that!” Hermione’s voice was a low screech and Malfoy just rolled his eyes. “You can’t gatecrash a wedding party for apple pie Malfoy!”
“I’ll drop a few galleons in the groom’s pocket, so can we go now?” He mumbled in the slightest pleading voice and Hermione bit her lips in frustration.
She’d already had a long day at St. Mungo’s. Two of her patients were in pretty bad shape all of a sudden, and Malfoy had brought a wizard with multiple broken bones just as she was leaving for the day. As an apology (!), he’d offered to pay for her dinner. So here they were, amidst butter beers and soggy pasta at the Leaky Cauldron when Draco had realized a couple had apple pies as their wedding party dessert. And that he wanted to eat it.
Now please Granger, thank you very much.
She could not believe he was risking his redeemed reputation for apple sodding pie!
“What would it look like if tomorrow’s headlines say Auror Draco Malfoy Caught Stealing Apple Pies After Gatecrashing A Wedding At The Leaky Cauldron, Accompanied By Healer and War Heroine Hermione Granger?” She exhaled loudly and breathed too hard as he stared at her.
“Firstly, glad you are not into that journalism shite, those headlines won’t take you anywhere. Secondly, Rita Skeeter is not hiding behind pillars to listen to us. Thirdly, I will be eating an apple-
“Oh for Merlin’s sake!” She grumbled and stood up, biting her lip. “Let’s get you that pie and get out of here!”
“Always so gracious, Granger.” He spoke slowly, in the manner that irritated her to no end, and held out his hand. “Let’s congratulate the lovely couple!”
Fifteen minutes later, they were dancing on the sticky floors of the pub, after Malfoy had smiled that stupid smile of his that had the bride and the groom blushing hard as they invited them to join their party. Amidst the loud music and the crowd, Hermione could see him eyeing the row of those apple pies and sighed. He looked like a petulant five-year-old, unlike his slightly matured twenty-one-year-old self.
A sudden urge made her hold his wrist and pull him towards the dessert table, as he mewled in surprise. With excited hands and a goofy smile, he took a piece of a pie and practically shoved it in his mouth, like a five-year-old.
“Merlin, it’s…so…good!” He groaned and Hermione just blinked thrice at his groan before looking away, as if she was interrupting something intimate.
Who knew Malfoy and an apple pie would need their own room?
Ten minutes later, as they stood in front of the Apparition Point, she held out her hand and glared at him.
“If you tell anyone about this, I will avada you in a second.” She mumbled with pink cheeks and apparated away, shoving a whole apple pie in his hand. Malfoy smirked.
The witch was a decent thief.
Dance 3
The Wedding of Ron Weasley & Luna Lovegood
At The Burrow
“I know it’s quite late to ask, but how are you doing?” Malfoy’s voice was clear amongst the crowd and Hermione looked at him with wide eyes. His sudden appearance wasn’t surprising, he was a guest, but his question was indeed a surprise.
“I am doing fine, why?” She said, sipping her soup, as he shrugged and joined her at the table.
“Well, you and Weasley-
“Broke up years ago. I am alright.” She shrugged and he nodded, looking pretty handsome in his dark blue tuxedo, and silver rings. “And I am happy for Luna and him…they are weirdly made for each other.”
“Hmm.” He mumbled and watched her as she had her soup, a weird look in his eyes. For a second she felt as if her yellow dress-gown was tainted with sauce or her makeup was off, but she ignored the thought and put away her soup spoon to look away, away from his eyes.
“Would you fancy a dance?” She asked, (don’t know where it came from), and stared into his widened grey eyes. He nodded immediately and held out his hand.
The dance floor was full, and little James ran around laughing loudly as Harry and Ginny ran behind him, trying to catch him. Molly and Arthur Weasley danced slowly, as did Ron and Luna. From the corner of her eye, Hermione saw Pansy and Theo rush inside the Burrow, Theo’s lips suspiciously the same colors as Pansy’s lipstick.
“Merlin knows when that started,” Draco mumbled and she saw he was observing his friends’ escapade as well. “It’s like seeing my sister and brother get on it.”
“Uh gross!” Hermione all but chuckled into his chest, his reverberating in return.
She dreamt of his laugh that night. And woke up with a weird feeling in her chest.
Dance 4
The Wedding of (Unknown Colleagues)
At The Grounds of The Ministry of Magic
Draco played with his food at the table, making a mush out of the peas when Hermione Granger plopped down beside him with a sigh.
“My feet hurt.” She whispered out loud and proceeded to remove her heels, revealing quite pretty feet with pink toenails. Draco looked back at his peas with a blink and smirked.
“Ever heard of cushioning charms, Miss brightest witch of her age?” He gave her a look, trying to insult her but in a fun way.
“They don’t always work, Mister Ferret!” She rolled her eyes and gave him a smirk, before sighing loudly again. “I just want to go home.”
“Why? Ministry sponsored wedding not up to your standards?” He asked, finally pushing away the plate of Ministry sponsored dinner and looking forward to a decent conversation.
“Well…not really, don’t really care about this entire thing.” She spoke in a whisper, pushing forward her chair towards him. “I don’t even know the bride’s name for Merlin’s sake-
“It’s Grace-
“And I have met the groom only while passing the Ministry’s halls, maybe three times in all these years!” She continued the whispering, and he could smell her perfume.
Lilies, oranges and wine?
“So why did they invite you? Did you heal them from a cold or something?” Draco asked, held out his hand for a dance and she took it nonetheless.
“They invited all three of us-
“You mean the insufferable Golden Trio-
“But Harry excused himself with some lie about visiting his sick father-in-law-
“Is Arthur unwell-
“No. And Ron said he can’t come since Luna’s pregnant-
“Ugh, more weasels-
“And then I had to be the one to represent all of us!” She complained and looked so tired that he felt a bit of a pity towards her. He, truly unknowingly, pulled her closer.
She leaned in and it felt nice.
“Do you want to leave? We can slip out.” He spoke slowly in her ear, and felt her shiver. It was a cold night, he wouldn’t lie.
“Can we?” She looked up at him, chocolate eyes so hopeful. “Won’t they feel bad?”
“Everyone’s half drunk Granger, take a look around.” Draco looked away at the guests, so did his dance partner.
“Merlin.” She whispered as she took in the scene of her drunk acquaintances around her. “Let’s get the hell out of here!”
They had Indian takeout and she taught him how to play Jenga. He won every time and they fell asleep on her couch.
It was his favourite night.
Dance 5
The Wedding of Pansy Parkinson & Theodore Nott
At The Nott Mansion
“No!” Pansy was loud and frustrated, shimmering away in her ivory wedding robes. “This is wrong, just wrong! Like, so wrong! I said it should be lapis blue, and this is bloody cobalt blue! Where are your sodding eyes Draco?!”
“Uhh…they did not have lapis blue Pansy, believe me I trie-
“Draco Malfoy, if you lie to me an hour before my wedding, I’ll turn it into your funeral. And I’ll paint your coffin cobalt sodding blue-
“I found it!” Hermione’s voice echoed in the bride’s hall, and she rushed in with a dark blue wrapping paper. It looked very similar to the one in Draco’s hands but Pansy didn’t seem to realise that, looking relieved.
“Oh thank Merlin Hermione, you’re the best!” She said loudly and Draco huffed, sitting down at the large sofa near the mirror and chucking away the cobalt bullshite somewhere.
As Pansy proceeded to wrap her to-be-husband’s gift with the wrapping paper and gift wrapping spells, Hermione looked at him with sympathy. She looked so stunning in a dark green emerald dress and blushed from neck to forehead as he stared at her with a smile.
“Gross guys.” Pansy’s voice made them look away and she sighed. “Focus on me. I am the bride. And Draco, please make sure Theo is standing at the altar. Use force if need be.”
“Yes ma’am.” He said and got up, straightening his emerald green tie.
“All the best. Harry said he’s almost close to tears.” Hermione whispered in his ear as he proceeded to leave for his best man duties. “Hopefully happy ones.”
“Believe me, that man ain’t leaving his witch anytime soon. I swear to Salazar they’re actually obsessed with each other.” He whispered back as she smiled at him with a twinkle in her eyes.
“Just like someone I know.” Her words warmed his heart and he tucked away a stray brown tendril behind her diamond studded ear.
“Can’t wait to dance with you.” She whispered and he nodded as he left to make sure Theo hadn’t already arrived at the altar.
An hour and a half later, Hermione wiped away her tears, thankful for the magical mascara, and sniffed into her handkerchief as they danced to the romantic wedding music. Pansy had a great choice, Hermione concluded. Or was it Theo’s playlist?
“I reckon you enjoyed the ceremony?” Draco’s heavy voice made her look up at him, and she smiled as her eyes met his watery, grey ones.
“If you ask me, I think it was…decent.” He shrugged, his arm at her waist holding her securely. She was well drunk after five chutes of the finest champagne she had ever tasted.
“Shut up.” She said and sighed dreamily. “It was magical!”
“Well obviously, we are witches and wizards living in a magical-
“Shut up, please Draco. I can see you’re minutes away from crying-
“I am not-
“You can take my handkerchief-
“I don’t need one-
“I kept an extra in your pocket by the wa-
“I am going to eat the cake-
“They haven’t cut it yet! Malfoy!” She ran behind him.
They danced again for four hours at the Parkinson-Nott wedding. And then till the early hours of the next morning at the Granger-Malfoy penthouse. Crookshanks fell asleep sometime during their sixth dance.
Dance 6
The Wedding of Hermione Granger & Draco Malfoy
At The Rose Garden (Malfoy Grounds)
“I am sorry. But…I can’t help it!” Ginny’s cry made Hermione laugh. Almost.
“It’s alright Ginny, I can understand.” She said and put the emerald drop earrings in her ears while staring into the mirror.
“No, you don’t, you look so beautiful!” Ginny mumbled and cradled her belly. “Sorry, baby Albus is making me so emotional!”
“Yeah we can see that.” Pansy rolled her eyes as she fixed Hermione’s silver wedding gown. “It’s a pity you can’t have champagne tonight.”
“And for two more months!” Ginny said loudly, sudden anger taking over her sadness as she sat straight up. “Stupid Harry Potter and his stupid dic-
“Ginny!” Hermione almost shouted and sighed with a chuckle. “Fancy a nap?”
“Sounds lovely, but no!” Her friend shook her head and stood up. “I’ve a million things to do. But firstly, I need to pee.”
“And have a drink. A strong one.” Pansy all but whispered and Hermione tried not to laugh as Ginny left with a slight wobble. “You do look very stunning Hermione.”
“Thanks Pansy, I always wanted a silver wedding dress. And this is absolutely what I imagined.” Hermione smiled as she looked at her reflection in the tall mirror in front of her. “I absolutely love it.”
“You’re gonna get pregnant in this dress, just see. Draco’s gonna-
“Oh ‘Mione, you look so pretty!” Ron’s awed voice interrupted Pansy’s prophecy and the women looked at the door, where an emotional Ron and a weepy Harry stood, looking dapper in their matching dark green tuxedos.
“The day is finally here!” Harry laughed with tears in his eyes as the boys, no, men, entered the room. “You look so amazing, I can see why Ginny was crying so much!”
“Oh Merlin, are you both pregnant too?” Pansy rolled her eyes again but with a smile, and stepped back to give the trio a moment as they all huddled together.
“Thank you so much guys for being here!” Hermione sniffed, and looked at her best friends. “I couldn’t have imagined this day without you both!”
“Well, it was the only time we could see a ferret getting marrie- OW! I was kiddin’, for Merlin’s sake!” Ron grumbled and rubbed his chest, where the bride had struck him rather violently. “This is gonna bruise!”
“How do you feel?” Harry asked and Hermione smiled with an excited shiver.
“Impatient!” She whispered and the guys laughed with a knowing look and an understanding nod.
“Let’s get the last of the Golden Trio married!” Ron all but shouted as they heard the music start.
—
“May I have this dance Mr. Malfoy?” The bride held out her hand, and the groom took it with ease.
“You may, Mrs. Malfoy.” He said with a bow and held her close as they walked towards the centre of Malfoy Manor’s rose garden.
“Mrs. Granger-Malfoy please.” She whispered as their song started, and they looked at each other with love, devotion and promises.
“Then you should call me Mr. Granger-Malfoy.” He mumbled, and stared lovingly at his wife. Wife. Wife!
“Hmm…maybe I will.” She nodded and planted a kiss on her husband(!)’s cheek. “You look amazing tonight.”
“You stole my line, Granger.” He twirled her around and she smirked.
“I know I look amazing. Pansy styled me, Malfoy.” He shook his head and pulled her back to him.
“It’s a pity-
“Don’t even think about ripping this dress, it’s my wedding dress-
“Well, passionate wedding night sex doesn’t really involve folding of clothe-
“I just want to keep it intact-
“And who even folds clothes anymore-
“I am just saying, I want to keep it with me, safely-
“I mean, I can get the elves but again, you’ll spew it-
“How about I rip out your clothes for a change?” That shut him up well and good.
“Good.” She smiled brightly and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Please kiss me.”
—
And they swayed to the music every single time.