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Chapter Sixteen
In-Laws
Chapter Sixteen
Hermione stood at the entrance to the dining hall. She was amazed by how much it had changed. What had once been one large table was not three tables. It reminded her of Hogwarts the way the main table sat vertically in front of the other two.
It was slowly beginning to register in her mind. She was getting married. In two days, she would be fully and completely Hermione Malfoy. Grant it, she already was Hermione Malfoy. But, this would finalize it.
Childhood memories flashed through her mind. She remembered her first day of school. The Sorting. She had been so nervous. She knew the moment that hat had been placed on her head, her life would change forever. She remembered the debate the hat had in her mind. How it had almost put her in Ravenclaw. Then, it shouted, "Gryffindor!"
The first two months of school, Hermione had felt herself become something of an outcast. She was too smart, too odd. Bookworm Granger who had buck teeth and crazy bushy hair. Many people had ignored her or teased her. Then, on Halloween night, she made two new friends: Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
Life for Hermione had become a constant battle as she worked hard to help Harry defeat Voldemort. It had been hard juggling school work and helping Harry. Not that she ever complained. As difficult as it had been for her, she couldn\'t begin to imagine what Harry had gone through every moment of his life.
Now Harry\'s fame took on greater heights. He wasn\'t just the Boy-Who-Lived. He was the Boy-Who-Defeated-You-Know-Who. Hermione laughed. If Snape could see Harry now...
The memory of her old Potion\'s Master sombered the Gryffindor. Though there was never any love loss between her and him, she had always admired him. He had been nasty and cruel, but he had also been brilliant and interesting. He challenged her and she took on his challenges with finesse. She never wavered in his classes and did her best not to let him get to her.
She knew early on that, try as he might, she had been his best student. She refused to give up or give in. She was strong and determined even when he had been his nastiest. Not even Draco, Snape\'s prized student, had been able to beat Hermione.
She wondered what Snape would think now. His most prized student was getting married to the Gryffindor know-it-all. Would he be proud? Would he sneer and feign indifference? She imagined him sitting at a place of honour, clapping like everyone else while carrying a tight-lipped smile.
As an idea occurred to her, she walked up to the two tables. Then, she called out, "Dinky."
The house-elf appeared and gazed up to the girl curiously. "Misses called?" she asked.
"I want these two places set," Hermione told the elf. "At this spot," she indicated the chair to her left, "I would like a green note card with the name \'Severus Snape\' written on it. At this spot," she indicated the chair to her right, "I would like a red note with the name \'Albus Dumbledore\' written on it."
The elf blinked. "But, Misses, Master Snape is..."
"I know," the Gryffindor interrupted. "I still want them set. I have my reasons. Thank you."
The elf knew better than to argue with any witch or wizard, especially a family member. With a pop, she had disappeared. Moments later, the setting appeared just as Hermione had requested.
Hermione knew it was silly, but it\'s what she wanted. At the feast, she intended to explain her reasonings to her guests. She wanted to honour the two headmasters.
"What a thoughtful thing to do," someone commented.
Hermione looked around and found Evalon sitting in a painting behind her. Next to the painted lady stood a man whom reminded Hermione instantly of Draco. He must have been Julius.
The Muggle-born nodded in agreement. "I wanted to do something to honour Professors Dumbledore and Snape. They were good men. It\'s a shame they cannot be here for the wedding. What are you doing here?"
Evalon nodded. "I asked Narcissa to move my painting in here for the feast. I hope you don\'t mind. I wanted to be a part of the celebration," she explained.
"Actually, it\'s customary for us," Julius told Hermione. "We have seen every wedding within the Malfoy family."
Hermione smiled. "I don\'t mind at all. I think it\'s great. Actually, I was starting to get worried. I hadn\'t seen Evalon since my first day here," she admitted.
"Oh, I\'m sorry, dear," Evalon said. "That\'s Lucius\' fault. As I was waiting for you, he had come and ordered me to leave. Since he\'s the Master of the Manor, I had to obey."
The Muggle-born sighed. "I figured it was something along those lines. Lucius can be a right foul git at times. Almost makes me wonder if he even has a heart."
"Of course he does," Julius snorted.
"If he didn\'t, Draco wouldn\'t be the man he is now," Evalon added.
"I know," Hermione told them. "But it still makes you wonder... Ah well, I suppose it doesn\'t matter anyway. I hate to break this short, but I do have a few more things to take care of today."
The couple in the painting smiled and bid her farewell. Satisfied, Hermione left the dining hall and went to the gardens.
(II)(II)
As beautiful as the dining hall and ballroom were, nothing compared to the area where the wedding would take place. A pristine white gazebo was adorned with ivy vines. White folding chairs were lined up in neat little rows leaving a large walkway in the middle. A red velvet roll-a-way carpet led down the aisle all the way to the gazebo. The smell of jasmine and roses filled the air like a sweet perfume.
She knew extra chairs were in the greenhouse. With a wave of her wand, she Accio\'d two of them to her. She then transfigured them to her liking.
The first one, she transfigured into a large mahogany straight backed chair. It had deep burgundy cushions on the back and seat. The arms and frame were trimmed in gold with gold tassels hanging from the end of the arms.
The second chair she transfigured into a chocolate bamboo chair, also straight-backed. It had deep forest green cushions. Silver trimmed the frame and arms. It had silver tassels hanging from the arms.
She went to one of the rose bushes and plucked two roses, one red and one white. She transfigured these into armrests to match the chairs. The red one had golden stitching while the green on had silver stitching. They both read "Reserved" in Old English script.
She placed the green chair on the groom\'s side and the red one on hers. She gently lay the armrests over the arms of both chairs so that the "Reserved" could be seen from the aisle.
Standing back, she was satisfied with her handiwork. She took two more roses, transfigured them, and added them to the other arms of the chairs. She stood back and, looking at them, smiled.
Perfect.
Author\'s Note: Short, I know. But, I thought it was sweet. Cheers!
Chapter Sixteen
Hermione stood at the entrance to the dining hall. She was amazed by how much it had changed. What had once been one large table was not three tables. It reminded her of Hogwarts the way the main table sat vertically in front of the other two.
It was slowly beginning to register in her mind. She was getting married. In two days, she would be fully and completely Hermione Malfoy. Grant it, she already was Hermione Malfoy. But, this would finalize it.
Childhood memories flashed through her mind. She remembered her first day of school. The Sorting. She had been so nervous. She knew the moment that hat had been placed on her head, her life would change forever. She remembered the debate the hat had in her mind. How it had almost put her in Ravenclaw. Then, it shouted, "Gryffindor!"
The first two months of school, Hermione had felt herself become something of an outcast. She was too smart, too odd. Bookworm Granger who had buck teeth and crazy bushy hair. Many people had ignored her or teased her. Then, on Halloween night, she made two new friends: Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
Life for Hermione had become a constant battle as she worked hard to help Harry defeat Voldemort. It had been hard juggling school work and helping Harry. Not that she ever complained. As difficult as it had been for her, she couldn\'t begin to imagine what Harry had gone through every moment of his life.
Now Harry\'s fame took on greater heights. He wasn\'t just the Boy-Who-Lived. He was the Boy-Who-Defeated-You-Know-Who. Hermione laughed. If Snape could see Harry now...
The memory of her old Potion\'s Master sombered the Gryffindor. Though there was never any love loss between her and him, she had always admired him. He had been nasty and cruel, but he had also been brilliant and interesting. He challenged her and she took on his challenges with finesse. She never wavered in his classes and did her best not to let him get to her.
She knew early on that, try as he might, she had been his best student. She refused to give up or give in. She was strong and determined even when he had been his nastiest. Not even Draco, Snape\'s prized student, had been able to beat Hermione.
She wondered what Snape would think now. His most prized student was getting married to the Gryffindor know-it-all. Would he be proud? Would he sneer and feign indifference? She imagined him sitting at a place of honour, clapping like everyone else while carrying a tight-lipped smile.
As an idea occurred to her, she walked up to the two tables. Then, she called out, "Dinky."
The house-elf appeared and gazed up to the girl curiously. "Misses called?" she asked.
"I want these two places set," Hermione told the elf. "At this spot," she indicated the chair to her left, "I would like a green note card with the name \'Severus Snape\' written on it. At this spot," she indicated the chair to her right, "I would like a red note with the name \'Albus Dumbledore\' written on it."
The elf blinked. "But, Misses, Master Snape is..."
"I know," the Gryffindor interrupted. "I still want them set. I have my reasons. Thank you."
The elf knew better than to argue with any witch or wizard, especially a family member. With a pop, she had disappeared. Moments later, the setting appeared just as Hermione had requested.
Hermione knew it was silly, but it\'s what she wanted. At the feast, she intended to explain her reasonings to her guests. She wanted to honour the two headmasters.
"What a thoughtful thing to do," someone commented.
Hermione looked around and found Evalon sitting in a painting behind her. Next to the painted lady stood a man whom reminded Hermione instantly of Draco. He must have been Julius.
The Muggle-born nodded in agreement. "I wanted to do something to honour Professors Dumbledore and Snape. They were good men. It\'s a shame they cannot be here for the wedding. What are you doing here?"
Evalon nodded. "I asked Narcissa to move my painting in here for the feast. I hope you don\'t mind. I wanted to be a part of the celebration," she explained.
"Actually, it\'s customary for us," Julius told Hermione. "We have seen every wedding within the Malfoy family."
Hermione smiled. "I don\'t mind at all. I think it\'s great. Actually, I was starting to get worried. I hadn\'t seen Evalon since my first day here," she admitted.
"Oh, I\'m sorry, dear," Evalon said. "That\'s Lucius\' fault. As I was waiting for you, he had come and ordered me to leave. Since he\'s the Master of the Manor, I had to obey."
The Muggle-born sighed. "I figured it was something along those lines. Lucius can be a right foul git at times. Almost makes me wonder if he even has a heart."
"Of course he does," Julius snorted.
"If he didn\'t, Draco wouldn\'t be the man he is now," Evalon added.
"I know," Hermione told them. "But it still makes you wonder... Ah well, I suppose it doesn\'t matter anyway. I hate to break this short, but I do have a few more things to take care of today."
The couple in the painting smiled and bid her farewell. Satisfied, Hermione left the dining hall and went to the gardens.
(II)(II)
As beautiful as the dining hall and ballroom were, nothing compared to the area where the wedding would take place. A pristine white gazebo was adorned with ivy vines. White folding chairs were lined up in neat little rows leaving a large walkway in the middle. A red velvet roll-a-way carpet led down the aisle all the way to the gazebo. The smell of jasmine and roses filled the air like a sweet perfume.
She knew extra chairs were in the greenhouse. With a wave of her wand, she Accio\'d two of them to her. She then transfigured them to her liking.
The first one, she transfigured into a large mahogany straight backed chair. It had deep burgundy cushions on the back and seat. The arms and frame were trimmed in gold with gold tassels hanging from the end of the arms.
The second chair she transfigured into a chocolate bamboo chair, also straight-backed. It had deep forest green cushions. Silver trimmed the frame and arms. It had silver tassels hanging from the arms.
She went to one of the rose bushes and plucked two roses, one red and one white. She transfigured these into armrests to match the chairs. The red one had golden stitching while the green on had silver stitching. They both read "Reserved" in Old English script.
She placed the green chair on the groom\'s side and the red one on hers. She gently lay the armrests over the arms of both chairs so that the "Reserved" could be seen from the aisle.
Standing back, she was satisfied with her handiwork. She took two more roses, transfigured them, and added them to the other arms of the chairs. She stood back and, looking at them, smiled.
Perfect.
Author\'s Note: Short, I know. But, I thought it was sweet. Cheers!