Dramione: That Night

"I can't do this!" Hermione suddenly exclaimed. "I'm sorry, Molly, but I just cant do this!"

Hermione stood in one of the spare bedrooms at The Burrow in her wedding gown. Molly, Ginny, and Luna stared at her in horror. What did she mean she couldn't do this?  She was just having pre-wedding jitters, right? She would marry Ron, wouldn't she?

"I love him, but I'm not in love with him..." she sighed. "Do you know what I mean?"

"Yes, Hermione, I do," Molly finally whispered after a long silence. "The same thing happened to me when I was your age. I was about to marry Reginald when I realized I was in love with some one else."

"You never told me about this, mum!" Ginny accused, staring at her mother wide eyed.

"That's because I was actually in love with Arthur," she told the girls.

"That's so sweet," Luna murmured dreamily from her seat on the bed beside Ginny.

"Who are you in love with then, 'Mione?" Ginny asked.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Hermione sighed.

"It's Draco," Luna said, and it wasn't a question.

The three other women in the room turned to stare at Luna, neither knowing who was more surprised.

"Is that true, dear?" Molly asked her, laying a hand on her shoulder.

All Hermione could do was nod.

Ginny started grinning mischievously. "Then go get 'em tiger."

Without another word, Hermione ran from the room, down the many flights of stairs and out to the garden where the wedding tent was set up. Before anyone even realized she was there, Hermione ran up the isle to where Ron was waiting for her.

She pulled off the engagement ring he had given her and put it in his hand.  "I love you, Ron, but I just can't marry you," she whispered in his ear before kissing him on the cheek and running back out of the tent, the gasps of all the attendees following her.

Once Hermione reached the Apparition point, she turned on the spot, the front door of Draco's flat the only thing on her mind. Hermione had just reached up and was about to knock when the door was flung open, revealing the stunned face of Draco Malfoy.

"Shouldn't you be at your wedding?" he asked coldly, gesturing to the wedding dress she hadn't even bothered to change out of before leaving The Burrow.

"I couldn't marry him, Draco," she said, looking anywhere but at his icy grey eyes.

"Don't you love him?"

"Yes, I do, but I'm not in love with him," she whispered. "I can't see myself ever really being happy if we were to marry. I would have too many regrets, because I almost abandoned the man I do love for him."

"Oh, really now? And who is this mystery man that made you reconsider your life?" he asked, irritation entering his voice.

"Isn't it obvious?" Hermione asked, her brown eyes meeting his grey ones at last.

Realization finally entered his eyes, softening the grey. "You're in love with me?" he whispered.

"Yes, I am, and I don't think I'll ever stop loving you, Draco," she said.

"Oh, gods, Hermione," he breathed before pulling her into a bone-crushing embrace, and kicking the door shut behind her.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his lean torso. "I could stay this way forever," she mumbled into his chest.

"I think I could too," he said into her hair, before kissing the top of her head.  

He then started to kiss a trail down, starting at her eyelids, then her nose, cheeks, and jaw line before finally finding her lips.

"I'll love you forever," he breathed against her lips as their kisses became more and more fervent.

"Make love to me, Draco," Hermione moaned at he started to kiss and nibble at her neck.

That night was the beginning to the rest of their lives together.