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Just Let Me Die	By : TalisRuadair Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 25097 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Series (1997-2007) and any characters and original locations within the books belong to JK Rowling. I am not making any profit from this, as this is only written for practice.

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Chapter Fourteen – Church Bells

Another couple of months passed and soon their wedding day was upon him. Draco paced back and forth in the room he was getting ready with his groomsmen. Yes, he had Blaise as his best man; Theo and Harry were his other groomsmen. Hermione had Ginny as her Maid of Honor, but since she didn’t have that many female friends, she asked Pansy and Astoria to be her other bridesmaids. The thing Draco was most concerned about was speaking in front of the congregated brood of Weasleys, as Hermione didn’t have that big of a family, so she invited the wizard family that had adopted her as one of their own. He didn’t even consider who his mother had invited for his side, as he’d left all of those decisions to her. His son Elty was walking down the aisle as the ring bearer and the ever so graceful Victoire Weasley was their flower girl. They had the rehearsal dinner the night before and though he knew everything was well practiced, he still worried.

A friendly slap on the shoulder brought him out of his troubled thoughts. He turned to find a smiling Harry, “Hey now, I know a worried look when I see one. You should really just breathe because in the end it is just a day. It’s the beginning of the rest of your life. Also, I don’t think the press has been this excited about a wedding since Ginny and I got hitched two years ago.”

Draco rolled his eyes, “I thought you were trying to put me at ease. I understand that you enjoy your life in the limelight; however we Malfoys prefer our privacy. Hence, why we have a public and proud face and only show our true caring colors when we’re at home.”

Harry’s green eyes twinkled, which caused a shiver to run up Draco’s spine as it reminded him too much of the all knowing twinkle in Dumbledore’s stare. “Yes, well I’m sure you’ll get over that quickly. You’re marrying a Gryffindor after all, and she’s bound to convert you quickly.”

His eyes widened and he scoffed, “Convert me? Do you see any red or gold out there Harry?” He smirked, “Nope, because the wedding colors are white, royal purple, and silver. I think that I’ll be converting the Golden Girl from the Golden Trio.”

Harry pulled Draco into a hug, “I don’t care what you do, so long as you continue to make her happy. If we were still at Hogwarts, I might say that you don’t deserve her. However, much has changed since we were eleven; you and she have both changed.”

He shivered at the thought, “I sure hope so. I was so horrible, and she was a bossy know it all.”

“Yes, but she grew on us,” Harry had a far away glint in his eyes.

Draco wasn’t sure what it was but something about the interaction he had with Harry set him at ease. He was ready to walk down the aisle and face possible public scorn as he married the brightest witch of their age. They had managed to keep her pregnancy under wraps with some well placed concealment charms while she was in public. She was getting close to her due date and he knew that when they announced the baby’s birth the press would be far worse. Though Hermione had assured him that she had a handle on Rita Skeeter, something about a secret she discovered at the end of their fourth year. Draco had asked for the details and she withheld stating that she needed to finish translating the Tales of a Beetle Bard. Something told him she was giving him a hint, but he had no idea to what she was alluding.

Hermione was a mess, as more and more people flitted in and out of her rooms. She was finally dressed in her white empire style wedding dress with a purple and silver inset. They had made putting the dress on the final thing as she was running to the bathroom practically every ten minutes. Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn’t help but notice how flattering the dress was before the concealment charms, and she flirted with the idea of announcing her state to the world on her wedding day. She pointed the wand at her large belly and muttered the charm and rolled her eyes at her previous thought. Her waddling down the aisle would give the wrong impression. It would be like a muggle wedding where the bride makes sure to wed before the baby comes to prevent a birth out of wedlock.

Ginny giggle, “You’re face is all scrunched up like you’re thinking about something distasteful.”

Hermione sighed, “Yes, well I was just contemplating what the press would think if I went out there without my concealment charm. I’m sure there’d be plenty of articles about how I trapped Wizarding London’s most eligible bachelor by getting pregnant.” She sighed and rubbed her temple, “I know they’re going to think that when they see Rose’s birth announcement.”

Ginny smiled sadly and squeezed her shoulder, “How about we change the subject? You told me before that you wanted to follow the black tradition by choosing a star name for Rose’s middle name. Have you chosen one yet?”

Her brown eyes grew bright and a smiled filled her face as she nodded, “Yes, I have. I chose a star from the constellation Leo. You know, I figured that since our son was named after a star in the serpent or dragon constellation that a lion would be fitting for our daughter. I was thinking Zosma.” She placed her hand on her concealed belly and felt a kick. Rose was quite active and from the Braxton Hicks she was experiencing, was due to arrive any day.

The red head nodded with excitement, “Yes, I think that’s the perfect middle name for Rose. Did you tell Draco?”

The bushy haired healer shook her head, “I wanted to surprise him. He told me that since our son already followed their tradition that he’d leave me to name our daughter. I’m still not sure how he’ll react to the name I’ve chosen.”

The youngest Weasley now Potter pulled her into a tight hug, “I’m sure he’ll love it.”

Draco stood to the left of the alter. The wedding was taking place in the Wizarding section of the old Salisbury Cathedral in Wiltshire. It was on a powerful magical lay line that matched up with the ancient monument Stonehenge in the south. The pews were decorated with white, silver and purple bows. The ceiling was charmed to depict the stars in the night sky and was similar to that of the Great Hall in Hogwarts. Draco’s namesake appeared right above where he was standing. He also noticed that the Eltanin star was blinking as if recognizing its importance. However, another star in the Leo constellation was blinking with just as much force. Draco stared at it and tried to remember what the star was called from his Astronomy Classes. Of course, he had studied star constellations as a child because of his family heritage and the Black’s tradition of naming their decedents after stars and constellations. Soon, the name came to him and he gasped at the beauty of its name. The star blinking in Leo was Zosma, and he couldn’t help but think it was a perfect middle name for Rose. He dropped his eyes from the ceiling as he remembered that it wasn’t his decision because he’d given Hermione the freedom to name their daughter. But he couldn’t keep his eye from wandering back up to the sky. The constellation Scorpius caught his eyes as every star in the constellation blinked together.

Draco sighed, “It’s almost as if the charmed sky is trying to tell me something about my future.”

Harry’s voice whispered behind him and caused Draco to jump, “Why’s that?”

He shook his head before meeting Harry’s green piercing eyes, “Well, first Eltanin shimmered, then the star Zosma in the Leo constellation twinkled, which I halfheartedly thought would be a great middle name for Rose. Then the whole Scorpius constellation flashed, as if-” he gulped knowing what he was going to say weighted heavily upon his heart and whispered, “it’s the name of my second son.”

Harry patted him on the shoulder, “I’ve learned to take signs as they are and to trust fate. Sometimes things happen for a reason. Why should we dwell on the things we cannot change, when there are things we can?”

The blond smiled, “Did anyone ever tell you that you’re wise beyond your years?”

The messy-haired wizard chuckled, “I may’ve heard that a time or two.”

Their conversation was ended as the organ music filled the previously quiet room. Harry resumed his groomsman position and Draco stood staring down the aisle. He watched as the white blond Victoire walk down sprinkling flowers as she went. As stone faced Elty walked beside her holding a pillow with the rings tied to them, as if they were as precious as the crown jewels. When Elty reached the end of the aisle, Draco picked him up and placed him on his right hip. The two were soon followed by the Maid of Honor in her red haired glory, and then the other two bridesmaids followed suit in their royal purple gowns. They stood on the right side of the alter and the organ gave way to the Wedding march.

Draco let out a slow gasp as Hermione walked slowly and carefully on the arm of her Father. Her father had a cheerful gleam in his familiar brown eyes. The Minister of Magic, Kingsley, asked, “Who gives away this woman?”

Her father arrogantly exclaimed, “Her mother and I proudly do.” He removed Hermione’s hand from his and placed it on Draco’s.

The gray-eyed groom felt emotion stir within him upon feeling her contact. He tried to keep the emotions hidden behind his stoic mask expected in public. Several members of the press were seated toward the back of the room. The Minister spoke, “We shall be performing a full magical bonding between these two, as they have opted for a traditional ceremony. However, first the bride and groom would like to share the vows they’ve written with one another.”

Draco gulped and stared into her chocolate orbs, “I was named after the constellation Draco, a strong and mighty dragon in the night’s sky. I was taught from a young age to hide my true feelings from most people, as they were not to be trusted. I was sorted into Slytherin from the way I was raised, the expectations thrust upon me, and my desire to be like my father. You were a breath of fresh air plucked from the greatest gardens in the Muggle world or from the fresh parchments of the great work you name was derived. You instantly forced me to question the beliefs laid out before me, when you bested me in every class, except for potions our first year. You were so open and wore your heart on your sleeve like any good natured Gryffindor. You were brave and strong, and you invaded my subconscious mind. When I was lost to the world for those five years, the mere memory of you helped me through. When I was brought back, you were the one that brought me back into the sunshine and made me see the good in the world. Without you, Hermione, I fear that I’d still be trapped within that dark place in my mind. I would be nothing of the man I am today. I’m only this man because I’m in love with such a wonderful woman.”

Hermione’s eyes were dripping tears as a watery smile graced her lips, “Draco Lucius Malfoy, you were the bane of my existence when we were in school, but you pushed me to prove myself more. I was determined to prove you wrong, when you spouted hateful words to me in our second year, and I did year after year. I even went as far as to punch you in our third year. When you disappeared from our world, I worried about what may’ve happened. We had saved your life twice that day, and it seemed like it was all for nothing when you disappeared anyway. Then my cousin went missing, but after your return we discovered the last remaining piece of Sofia’s large heart. I never thought I would find a love as true as the love I have for you. Your intellect is leaps and bounds higher than some of my ex-boyfriends. I don’t feel the need to have to dumb down my speech, or kiss you to distract you from the conversation. You are the prince I wished for when I was young and reading Muggle Fairy tales like Sleeping Beauty. You are a fallen angel, but with a little more hope and forgiveness, you will once again sore in the celestial heavens where you belong. This is the first step into the bright future before us, and I don’t ever want to take another step without you. You own my heart Draco, and you owned it long before I realized what was happening between us.”

Kingsley once again spoke as Hermione’s left hand remained on Draco’s left, “I shall now proceed with the bonding ceremony.” He began to chant and gold and silver magic swirled around their intertwined hands. When the chanting ended an explosion of power burst between the two, consuming the three of them into a sphere of magic, with Elty in the middle. The magic was absorbed and Draco’s right hand, which was attached to the arm still wrapped around his son, moved inconspicuously to her concealed belly, and was met with a bounty of kicks and punches. He leaned in and took is new bride’s lip into a heated kiss and pulled away when he realized he was displaying too much emotion in public and before the wide blue eyes of their loving son.

Draco was in a daze as they enacted the rest of the ceremony by walking out of the cathedral followed by the wedding party. Elty was still on his right hip as they sauntered through the doors. They walked through the beautiful court yard into the warm July weather toward the modified limo. The great bells in the tower sounded, announcing the newly wedded couple to the Wizarding World. The three of them climbed into the back of the car, where Draco held Elty in his lap. Since he was reunited with his son, the two of them had been inseparable for the most part. He wasn’t sure but part of him felt like holding Elty or Hermione kept the darkness of his mind away. He was happy when he was with the two of them. He cleared his throat, “I was wondering if you’ve picked a middle name for little Rose?”

Hermione’s eyes lit up, “Yes, I’ve just been waiting to tell you. I was thinking of the name Zosma.”

Draco’s jaw dropped open, “That’s why that star blinked right after Eltanin in the charmed ceiling of the hall. Does that mean if we have another male child, you would be okay with the name Scorpius?”

Hermione nodded, “I think that would be a fitting name for another male child. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

The blond chuckled, “Does that mean you want to have your own Weasley brood of kids one day?”

Her nose crinkled at the thought, “Maybe.”

A/N: Okay so, I really don’t know what to say about this other than the fact that I went to write and this is what came out. I hope you all enjoyed it.
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