Potions and Parchment Match

Kingsley stared down at the morning edition of the Daily Prophet in disgust. He took a sip of his hot tea and slammed the paper down beside him. Of course, he and Endora had to make front page new. There was a picture of him with his hands on Endora’s backside looking up in surprise as the door swung open. He couldn’t remember the picture being snapped but obviously one of his staff members was there ready with a camera. Heads would roll when he found out who submitted that picture!

Damn Endora! Why did she always have to ruin his life! Why couldn’t she just stay away from him? Why did she always have to prove to him, to show him, how really weak he was when she was around? Did she really need to rub it in his face that he had no self control where he was concerned? He was a grown man for God’s sake! He wasn’t a green teenager getting laid for the first time! Slamming down his cup he stood and paced in front of his dining room window.

What the hell was he going to say to the Wizarding world about this? Gods, what was he going to say to his son? Kingsley stopped for a moment and froze. He hadn’t used a contraceptive charm! He closed his eyes in pained disbelief. He prayed that he didn’t just impregnate the bitch again!


“It’s not too late to run, you know,” Jane Granger told her only daughter as she adjusted the bow at the back of her daughter’s wedding gown.

Hermione smiled and brushed away a lone tear that trickled down her face. “I love him, Mum,” she said. “He is my world now.”

Jane nodded and gently hugged her daughter. “I thought you might say that,” she laughed. “I know that the two of you are going to be very happy together.”

Hermione pushed her hand over her barely pregnant belly and smiled. “The three of us.”

Jane gasped. “What? Hermione Jane Granger, are you pregnant? How could you be?” she blushed and then continued. “I mean how could you even know yet? You’ve only been with him a few weeks.”

“In the wizarding world you can reveal a pregnancy at conception. When I went in yesterday to prove I wasn’t pregnant with another wizards baby the test revealed I was pregnant. You should have seen the healers face!
She was so insistent that this baby couldn’t be Draco’s. Malfoy men are infertile until they say their wedding vows.”

“Then how can you be pregnant? You haven’t even made it to the ceremony yet!”

“When Draco and I did the soul binding it was enough to release the infertility charm placed on him.”

Her mother stared at her daughter with wonder. The wizarding world had many strange customs. “Do you know what the baby is?”

Hermione nodded. “It’s a girl!” she grinned.

“A granddaughter!” Jane laughed. “How does Draco feel? Did he want a son first?”

“He was just as happy as I was.”

“I think that this is something you should probably not tell your father until after the ceremony. You almost gave the poor man a heart attack with your karaoke stunt the other night.”

Hermione grinned. “Draco liked it,” she said blushing.

Jane shook her head. “I’m sure he did. Now, are you ready?”

Hermione stood before the full length mirror and stared at the beautiful young women in the mirror. Her hair was piled high on her head and tiny tendrils curled around her face. Her face was flushed and her eyes sparkled. Her mother had talked her into having wearing a bit of make-up and she looked beautiful. Her dress was tightly fitted against her thin waist and her breasts swelled up over the top of the sweetheart cut of her dress. Her shoulders were bare and the glitter that she had rubbed on earlier sparkled becomingly. “I’m ready,” she whispered.

“I’ll get your father then,” Jane said kissing the top of her daughters head.

Hermione felt the butterflies swimming around in her belly and took a deep nervous breath. She was about to become Mrs. Draco Malfoy. She grinned and shook her head. “I’m going to be Mrs. Hermione Malfoy.” She wasn’t about to lose herself in her husband. He wouldn’t like that anymore than she would.

“Oh, Princess, you look lovely!” her father whispered. “Draco won’t be able to take his eyes off of you.”

Hermione stepped forward and took her father’s arm. “Are you ready, Daddy?” she asked.

He wiped away a tear as he looked at his beautiful little girl turned woman. “No, but I’ll take you anyway.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Dad. I’ll always be a part of your life.”

“I know. I just can’t believe that my baby is all grown up. Just yesterday you were doing ballet and reading books at the kitchen table. Now you’re about to become some other man’s wife. Where did the years go?”

They heard the music start to play in the ballroom and slowly started walking. “This is such a beautiful home,” her father said looking around. “At least you made a good match.”

Hermione looked at the gilded walls of the hallway and the gold framed art work on the walls. She felt the plush carpets beneath her feet and smiled. Malfoy Manor was lovely, and it was to be her new home. “I would love him even without all the money.”

“I know, Princess.”

They slowly walked down the aisle towards Draco. He had agreed to let her have a Muggle ceremony because in his heart she became his bride when they bound their souls together. He knew that it was important to her family and he was more than willing to make her happy this way. He watched with bated breath as the beautiful women came walking towards her. She was so lovely that it took his breath away. He couldn’t believe that this stunning creature was the buck tooth, bushy-haired, know it all that had ruined most of his years at Hogwarts.

This stunning woman was his Hermione, his heart, his soul.

Draco reached out and took her hand from her father’s, bowing slightly to the older man in a show of respect and slowly turned her towards Minerva McGonagall, who would perform the ceremony.

Narcissa sat in the front row watching silently as her only child married his love. She didn’t even try to wipe away the tears that flowed freely down her face. Her baby was no longer a baby, but a full grown man that she was so proud of. She knew that for once Draco had caught a lucky break and was paired with the perfect woman for him. She thought briefly of Lucius and how angry he would be. Not only was she a Mudblood, she was also just as arrogant as Draco. She would never cower before him. Narcissa smiled. The best part was that she would be presenting the family with the first half-blood, and the first Malfoy daughter in more generations than she could count.

Narcissa felt someone’s eyes on her and she glanced over to the side of the room where Charlie Weasley stared intently at her. She gasped and quickly averted her eyes wondering if anyone else had noticed. She planned to sneak away as soon as she could before he could make a scene. She decided that this would be the perfect time to take that extended European vacation that she had been thinking about. As soon as Draco and Hermione were on their way to their Honeymoon she would go.

Charlie saw the conflicting emotions flit across Narcissa’s beautiful face. He knew she was going to run rather than face him. He could feel it deep in his bones. He stood with the rest of the room as the bride was escorted down the aisle with by her father. Hermione was lovely he briefly noted, but he could not tear his eyes away from Narcissa. Now that he knew that she was meant to be his he would not be letting her go. He briefly thought about waltzing over and sitting beside her but quickly discarded the idea. He saw Rita Skeeter hovering in the back of the room and smiled. He knew that both Hermione and Draco hated the obnoxious witch, but she was just perfect for what he had in mind.

He slowly eased his way to the back where the gossip columnist hid. “I have an exclusive story for you, if you’re interested.”

Rita Skeeter looked at the second oldest Weasley and said, “Why would I have any interest in anything you have to say? Unless you have some juicy details to share about Miss Granger or Mr. Malfoy?”

Charlie smiled. “Better,” he said with a sneer. “I have the name of the man who Narcissa Malfoy has been parchment matched with.”

Rita’s eyes flew open wide and her brows rose above her horn-rimmed glasses. “Really,” she purred grabbing his arm and leading him away from the wedding. “Do tell.”



Pansy watched the exchange between Charlie Weasley and Rita Skeeter and wondered what was going on. Why would the notorious recluse have anything to say to that disgusting witch? Pansy reached out and grabbed Harry’s hand and pointed towards the retreating figures. “What are they up to?” she whispered.

Harry turned to look at Charlie being led away by Rita Skeeter and frowned. He had hated the witch since his fourth year when he was in the Tri-Wizard tournament when she had continually made up stories about him and publicly humiliated him with them. “Nothing good is my guess,” he muttered turning back to Hermione.

“Should we go after them?” Pansy demanded.

Harry shook his head. “Hermione and Draco would want us to be here for them.”

“I rather think that Draco would want to know what that disgusting witch is doing here!” she hissed. “I’ll be right back.”

“Pansy!” Harry hissed back trying to grab for her as she scooted by. “Come back!”

Pansy winked at her fiancé and followed the odd pair out of the room.

“Bloody hell!” Harry muttered, but stayed seated. He knew that this wasn’t going to turn out well.



Neville and Millie sat together in the middle of the room holding hands and trying to ignore the daggers that the Weasley family kept shooting at them from the other side of the room. They plastered happy smiles on their faces and pretended to be oblivious to the swirling tension around them. Neville was already in a good mood after his morning with his mother. He was glad that her recovery was now out in the open and he didn’t need to pretend with his grandmother any longer.

“They hate us,” Millie whispered to her husband.

“Yes, they do,” he said kissing her hand.

“Will we make it out of here alive?”

“I hope so,” he said with a shudder. He didn’t relish the thought of being his father’s new roommate.

“Hermione looks beautiful.”

Neville smiled and watched as one of his best friends stood radiantly beside her soon to be husband. “Yes she does, but not as lovely as you, my dear,” he said kissing her hand again.

Millie blushed. “You don’t have to say those things to me, you know.”

Neville smiled. “Yes I do. And I mean every word as well. You look radiant today.” She was wearing green dress robes and had her hair combed and flowing silkily down her back. She had dusted her eyes with green shadow that brought out the color of her eyes and lined her lips with a dark rose colored lip stick. She truly did look lovely. Her eyes were by far her best feature and today she had played them up.

Smiling, Millie watched as Draco lifted Hermione’s veil.


George and Luna sat next to Fred and Angelina on the opposite side of the room as their parents. Their mother had still not forgiven them yet and they were not going to chance being in her line of vision. With Ron running off and not letting anyone know where he was it made it worse. George whispered to Fred, “Oi, Fred! Shall we…Oomph! What was that for?” he demanded, glaring at his wife who had just hit him in the belly.

“You two are going to behave yourselves today and not cause any type of disruption. This is Hermione’s wedding and she deserves to have it be special,” Luna said with a firm voice.

“That goes for you too, Fred!” Angelina hissed at her husband.

The twins exchanged looks and as one said, “What’d I do?”

The two wives both rolled their eyes and returned to the ceremony.

As only twins could do, the two men turned to each other and silently communicated with each other, planning mayhem for later when their wives were not around. “Weddings are so boring,” Fred grumbled.

“Mine wasn’t,” George argued.

Fred bit back a snicker. “Don’t tell that to Mum!”

“Sshhh!” Angelina hissed at the two.

They shared another look and turned back to watch as Draco and Hermione turned to face McGonagall.


“Draco and Hermione, you stand here today before you friends and family making a commitment to join your lives together. Marriage is a very sacred bond and you will find that you will have to work at your marriage each and every day to make it succeed. You two are the lucky ones. You are soul mates and were matched together for that reason. Your love will naturally flow between you. You will complete each other in a way that no other witch or wizard can do. However, this does not mean that you will not have to work. Marriage is about love and respect, honor and commitment, fidelity and understanding. The most cherished things in life are hard one. Always remember these words.” She smiled at the beaming couple who were obviously in love. If someone had told her a year ago that she would be standing before Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger officiating their wedding ceremony she would have thought that they had lost their minds. The two couldn’t go thirty seconds without arguing or fighting about something. Perhaps they were even then fighting the attraction that they had for each other.

“Now Draco, please repeat after me, I Draco…”

The door slammed open and in walked a deranged looking Romilda Vain holding onto a scared looking Pansy Parkinson with her wand stuck to Pansy’s jugular. “If anyone moves she is dead!” The witch screamed.

Gasps were heard all around the room but nobody moved. Draco grabbed Hermione and pulled her behind him, keeping her out of Romilda’s line of vision. It was unnecessary however, because her eyes were glued to Headmistress McGonagall.

“You!” she screeched. “You took their side and then locked me up in that horrid school in France! You couldn’t even be bother to understand what I felt, how humiliated I was to be left basically at the altar!” She kept a hold of Pansy and walked further down the aisle. She ignored everyone around her, having tunnel vision only for the Headmistress.

“Miss Vain, I can assure you..”

“You can’t assure me of anything, you old crone, except expulsion from my home and public humiliation in front of my friends and family!” she screamed back at the Headmistress.

“Miss Vain, let’s be reasonable about this. Let Miss Parkinson go,” Kingsley said in a soothing tone.

She swung around in his direction and stomped her foot. “You are just as bad as she is! You think that you are so important because you are the Minister of Magic, but you are not better than a rutting man whore! I saw you in the paper this morning, fucking that woman on your desk! And what about you bastard child! Married to that Weasley slut! Does she think that people don’t know what she and Neville were doing during the war?” she shouted. “And you married Neville and that disgusting witch! Knowing that he was mine, you married them together anyway! Did you think that the paltry five hundred galleons was going to pacify me?” she demanded.

She turned and faced the Headmistress again. “This is all your fault! You can’t even control a castle full of rutting teenager! And me! I did nothing wrong! I was the injured party! I was the one spurned. I was the one left embarrassed and humiliated. And what did you do? You banished me! Well I won’t have it! I won’t tolerate that from you, you rotten crone! Avada Kedavra!” she said shooting a stream of green light at the Headmistress.

Minerva McGonagall had time to widen her eyes and gasp as she felt the light hit her straight in the chest before she dropped to the floor. The entire room erupted in chaos and Pansy Parkinson screamed and pushed herself away from the angry witch, quickly ducking behind a tall hutch.

Quickly several wands were drawn and pointed at Romilda and soon she too crumbled to the floor.

“At least we didn’t ruin the wedding this time,” Fred muttered to his brother as they both crouched on the floor covering their wives.


A/N:
Ok, thats two chapters in 2 days...review people! Don't kill me for this turn of events...it just needed to be done...I plan to have this story done soon...by the end of the month for sure...I have several chapters done but if anyone has any comments or requests you can let me know...