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Moonlight Sonata	By : TerraBloodstar Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 24744 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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By the time the bath finally ended and the girls were wrapped in warm, fluffy robes and sprawled on the giant bed once more, Narcissa and Molly had entered the room, followed by House Elves bearing breakfast. A table was set up, and the women all settled into chairs around it, beginning to eat. Unfortunately for Hermione, it was not a quiet meal, as Narcissa and Molly began informing her of her schedule for the day. The wedding was at three in the afternoon and there was no time to waste.
It wasn't long before she and her three dearest friends found themselves alone with employees from one of the best spas in wizard Britain, and laying on their stomachs nude while they were �worked on� - much to Hermione's embarrassment. She did not recall this being part of her wedding plans.
�Think of it as your last gift as a maiden.� Eriko told her, sighing contentedly as the massuse worked a particularly tough knot out of her back. �Now you know where I disappear to for a couple of days � it's enough to put me in a wonderful mood without bloodshed.�
�I'm naked, and another woman is touching me.� Hermione grumbled, before glancing back at the massuse. �No offense, Victoria.�
�None taken, dear.� A faint smile from the young woman, continuing her work. �It's not uncommon for a first time patient to feel uncomfortable in this situation. It is rather intimate, after all.�
�They get the best gossip.� Eriko informed her with a smirk. �And I don't know a single member of high society that doesn't go to their spa.�
�This is the first time we've been brought to a client...� One of the four nearly identical women commented, chuckling softly as she focused on a rather tough knot in Akiko's left thigh. �You should be honoured, Miss Granger.�
�Oh, Adriana, you know you'd do anything for Ms. Satoshi.� Victoria laughed. �We all would � she and her sister ensured no one caused trouble for us when that wretched gossip monger published that article on us.�
�Just because you're not human doesn't mean you deserve anything less. Isn't that right, Sophia?� Ginny smiled back at her massuse, before sighing contentedly and closing her eyes.
�I'm glad you think so...we all are.� Sophia told her, a bright smile on her face.
�Yes, well...� Eriko winced slightly, trying to focus on not tensing up. �A bit lower, if you could, Lillia, my lower back has been hurting terribly of late...�
�I'm surprised no one realized you were dryads before.� Hermione murmured, finally relaxing under Victoria's careful work. �Your hair is green, full of flowers, and each of you smells like the buds of the tree you are.�
�We simply put the rumor out that we were metamorphagi.� Victoria laughed. �I have to say, Miss Granger, you are certainly making our revelation forgotten. As the first wedding created by this insane new law, the papers are saying you and Mr. Malfoy are setting the trend of �burying old feuds and moving on into a bright new world.� Their words � not mine, I assure you.�
�Great...� Hermione let out a sigh as the massuse moved away, returning to hold a towel up in front of her. Hermione stood, allowing her to wrap the towel around her. �I'm glad to have been helpful, of course, but stories like that are painting a target on my head � and Draco's.�
�Why are you worried? Eriko is handling the wards, and only guests can get through them.� Ginny frowned a bit as they were settled into comfortable chairs, allowing the women to begin applying their makeup.
�Guests and their dates. For all we know, someone is going to invite someone who will try to kill me...or Draco.� Hermione let out a sigh, her eyes closed. �Fact aside, Eriko handling the wards only means that instead of having weak points, they have to knock her out to pull them down.�
�And who is going to try and hurt her, honestly?� Akiko scoffed. �Besides, why would you invite someone questionable?�
�Akiko. This is a society wedding. Everyone who is anyone is invited.� Eriko growled slightly. �But she has a point, Hermione. Why would anyone attack me?�
�If they attack, they'll attack everyone in the wedding party.�
�Hermione, stop worrying. You're going to fret yourself out of looking amazing.� Ginny scolded.
Several hours and much pampering later, Hermione gasped at the sight of herself in the mirror. The dress was amazing � she hadn't realized just how much she loved the way it looked on her. Of course, she'd also never seen it complete, she allowed.
�Hermione...you look beautiful...� Narcissa whispered, watching the girl as she stared at the ivory silk and lace of her dress, the cream embroidery down the full skirts.
�Narcissa...� She smiled slightly, turning to her future mother in law with tears in her eyes. It had taken some convincing, but the dryads had managed to make the hairdresser leave Hermione to them. Her hair was now gently curled, and swayed against the top of her skirts, tiny little white flowers woven into the mahogany mass by the dryad's deft fingers. �...thank you...is it...time?�
�Not for the wedding � we still have an hour. But it is time for photos.� The woman smiled slightly, leaving Hermione to follow the swish of her grey skirts out the door and down the hall to the suite that she and Draco would share after their marriage. It was a simple setup, from what Narcissa had informed her. The shared bedroom, and two sitting rooms � one for each of them. Hers, she found, had been decorated with bouquets of blue and white and green, grey ribbons thrown in for decoration. She was sure that although it had no flowers, Draco's sitting room had the same wedding-based color scheme.
�It's heavy on the grey for contrast...� Hermione murmured to herself, glancing around the room. �...and probably as a representation of Draco � the grey was his color choice...�
�Are you going to stop spacing out and join us?� Eriko chuckled. As Hermione turned to face her, she blinked. The rich blue of her one-sleeved dress was nothing next to the flowing cut, and as her friend moved to lean out the door and call for someone, she was left with the image of a goddess.
Not that Ginny, in her strapless dress, or Akiko, in an empire-waisted gown, looked like anything less. But the cut of Eriko's made Hermione smile. She highly doubted the tall Asian woman was what the Greeks had in mind as a goddess.
�You look beautiful~!� Akiko squealed, moving forward to take her hands. Ginny was grinning, and though Hermione hadn't noticed yet, a photographer was bustling around and snapping photos of them as they moved through the room. Eriko soon joined her sister, and Ginny, smiling all the while, moved to stand on Akiko's other side, their hands folding around Akiko and Hermione's.
�I'm so nervous...� Hermione whispered, her eyes closing. �...what if...he doesn't...if he...changes...�
�Hermione...he loves you.� Eriko told her. Hermione's eyes opened, looking up to her friends with a shocked, but pleased look on her face, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. �...yes, I know this for certain � no, he hasn't told you yet, you've been too busy running from the thought. But he does love you.�
�But-�
�Hermione, do you really think I would be standing here, willing to walk up the aisle with Theodore Nott, if I didn't think he loved you?� Ginny scolded. �And really, what makes you think Akiko wants to walk up beside- ...oh, wait. Fred is Malfoy's other groomsman, isn't he?�
�Yup!� Akiko giggled. �But Eriko has to walk with Blaise Zabini, as your matron of honor. You should be comforted by the fact that she's willing to do it!�
�...there is absolutely nothing wrong with Mr. Zabini.� Eriko sighed. �In fact, I'm honored to be part of this wedding � even if Malfoy had chosen a troll as his best man.�
�I...it's just...I'm afraid of walking down the aisle alone...�
�My dear child, whoever said you would be walking alone?� Hermione gasped at the rough voice, whirling around with tears in her eyes as she recognized it. There, clad in a black suit and blue tie matching his granddaughter's dresses, stood Mamoru Satoshi. �Did you think yourself so little connected to the clan that we would miss this?�
�Satoshi-sama...� She began, only to blink as he stepped forward and put his hands on her shoulders.
�What have I told you, child? We are your family.�
�...grandfather...� She whispered, her eyes closing as he leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. �...you came...�
�Of course I did. I came for Eriko's wedding, and Akiko's. Why wouldn't I come to yours?�
�I'm...not really family, that's all.�
�That is the only foolish thing I have ever heard you say.� He told her calmly. �You are family, Hermione. As soon as you accept that, you'll know it's the truth.�
�Come sit down, Grandfather.� Akiko called. Hermione blinked as she realized her friends had all settled themselves on the sofa and chairs in the room. Mamoru nodded slightly, moving to sit down in the remaining chair, leaving Hermione to join Eriko on the sofa, careful not to wrinkle her gown.
�It's almost time...� Narcissa's head had popped into the room, the door opened only a crack. �Mamoru, if you would lead her to the library � she'll be entering the garden from there. The boys are waiting there, also.�
Soon enough, Hermione found herself staring at the path she would be taking, her hand on Mamoru's elbow, trying to remember to breathe. His free hand moved to pat her fingers, dark gaze shifting to meet hers.
�...it is well to be nervous, child, but do not let it overcome you.� As he finished speaking, the music began, and one by one, the barriers between Hermione and the walk down the aisle began to walk away. Ginny first, then Akiko, then Eriko, followed by a little Teddy and Victorie. While Teddy was careful to hold the pillow that carried their rings, Victorie was thorougly enjoying showering the runner with little rose petals of grey and white and blue.
Finally, it was her turn, and Hermione glanced to Mamoru, who nodded resolutely as the doors were opened, and they began their stroll down the aisle.
�I'm scared.� Hermione whispered, never looking away from the gardens before her, and the blonde who waited at the end of the walk.
�That fear will pass as soon as you can look into his eyes...�
She almost gasped as it happened � Draco's gaze shifted from the crowd and finally landed on her. The shock and the amazement that showed on his face left her struggling to remember to breathe, but as their eyes met, she didn't even remember why she needed to.
This was exactly how it was supposed to be.
Author's Note:

More links, of course, but first � yes. If you're pondering that last line, you should be. ::Cackles maniacally.:: So, I loved the idea of awesome dryads helping calm things down for Hermione � and seriously, it just seems like the company Eriko would keep. And now for the dresses! (As a side note, the wedding colors were White, Blue, and Grey.)

Hermione's: http://www.ancientmoods.com/skin1/images/mybig/KR-909073.jpg

Eriko's: http://img.davidsbridal.com/db/f08_f13185_2.psd.xml&cmp-color=top,1B3B62&ftr=5&cmp-end=1&wid=330&hei=460&cvt=jpg

Akiko's: http://img.davidsbridal.com/db/s08_81441.psd.xml&cmp-color=top,1B3B62&ftr=5&cmp-end=1&wid=330&hei=460&cvt=jpg

Ginny's: http://img.davidsbridal.com/db/f09_f13573_2.psd.xml&cmp-color=top,1B3B62&ftr=5&cmp-end=1&wid=330&hei=460&cvt=jpg

Narcissa's: http://img.davidsbridal.com/db/s08_81047.psd.xml&cmp-color=top,595C68&ftr=5&cmp-end=1&wid=330&hei=460&cvt=jpg

As for Eriko and Akiko becoming as mischievious as their husbands...I'm afraid I don't know if I can be so cruel. They would go above and beyond the call of duty if I decided to let them off their leash, and that might not end so well with the others. But who knows what will come before the story ends!
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