Having Fun With The Devil

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Cruel Intentions Style

Sarah bent down, picking up the splattered objects on the floor, extremely exasperated.

"Lily?" she called. A small girl, with a bundle of curly brown hair, hopped down the steps, her thumb in her mouth.

"What?" Lily asked, blinking innocently at her mother.

"Did you take your bath yet?"

"No."

"Did Haden take his bath yet?"

"No."

"Take a bath, Lily, and call Haden down here, please?"

"But mommy, Daddy said he'd take us to the weddy today."

"Wedding," Sarah corrected.

"Yeah."

"Well you can tell 'Daddy' that you guys aren't going unless you wash up!"

Lily grimaced slightly; to her, the worst pastime was soap and water to rinse out dirt. Walking upstairs with slight difficulty, Sarah sighed.

"Hey," a voice said behind her.

She turned her head, and folded her arms around her chest. "Where've you been? Did you tell the kids they could go to the wedding?"

"Err...that depends. Am I in trouble?" he joked, smiling.

"Big, mister," Sarah replied. "Can you help get the kids to take a bath, now?"

"Oh, sorry, Sarah, I have to go..."

"Liar!" Charlie chuckled at her response, and pulled her closer to him, and leaned over to kiss her.

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"Clare!" Haden roared,

"What is it?"

"Where's Macy's coat?"

"Which one? The white one? Why would she need that? It's too fancy to wear outside." Clarissa appeared, in a pink bathrobe, a confused impression imprinted on her face.

"Clare! Today's the wedding!"

"What?" Clarissa widened her eyes, and shook her head. "No, that's not possible! I put it in my calender for the sixth..." her voice trailed off.

"It is the sixth," Haden announced.

"Oh, damn."

"Can you make it?"

"Yes, of course, I have no trials today...but what about you?"

"Don't worry about it..." Haden pulled her to himself. "Get dressed. Properly."

"Are you sure we need to go?"

"Of course, we need to go! Get dressed in that nice white summer dress you have."

"Fine...but I don't see why Macy has to go."

"She chose her for her flower girl."

"What?! Why haven't I been..."

"Clare, get dressed," Haden said, shaking his head and laughing.

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Harry tugged at his collar, flinching. "This sucks. I don't know why I am here, anyway," he murmured to himself.

"Cute," a female said behind him. He saw Ginny, standing there in a long, flowing velvet dress, her hand coupled up with dark roses. Her red hair was tugged up in her back, small trendils of hair caressing the side of her face.

"Wow," he mumbled.

"Nice, eh? Wait 'till you see Katherine."

"Did she wear the nice dress I bought her?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. Ginny grinned.

"Nope. Something new."

"Not fair," he pouted. "She likes you best."

"Obviously..."

He punched her playfully. She smiled back, a little smugly.

Examining her, he pushed her toward the large mirror in front, and they looked at the mirror, his hands on her shoulders.

"Mommy!" a voice interrupted them. They turned around, to see a small figure come toward me. It was a little girl, with red, tangled hair, a small apple-shaped face, and glimmering green eyes. She was wearing a small, white dress engraved with tiny flowers, with matching shoes.

"Let's get going," she complained, frowning.

Harry and Ginny laughed, and following her.

"She has your frown," Ginny whispered from the edge of her lips.

"She has your stubbornness."

She punched him on the arm.

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"Okay, 'Mione, STOP being so frantic," Ginny said, struggling to bow the back of her friend's dress.

"Frantic? Why shouldn't I be? I don't have anything in my bag yet! I need something old, something new, something used and something blue!" Hermione moaned, tugging at the straps of her dress.

"Why didn't you do it before?"

"I am sorry, I guess I am not busy enough with six hundred people coming to my wedding!" she snapped.

"Okay, okay," groaned Ginny, rolling her eyes. "Calm DOWN! I'll take care of it. Listen, I need to go for a few seconds, alright?"

"Are you CRAZY?!" Hermione exploded, glaring at her friend. "The wedding is in thirty minutes! I need you here, NOW. You're my maid of honor!"

But before she had finished her sentence, her friend had already disappeared. Hermione gritted her teeth forcefully.

Ginny observed the surroundings of Hermione's room carefully, looking for anything that would work. She couldn't find much of anything, but struck with hope, she began to search the drawers. All she could find blue were jeans, several other shirts...

what's this? she thought, seeing a peek of blue shinging out toward her. She tugged at it, and found that it was a small, blue summer dress that could easily fit into the small white bag Hermione had. She took it, and as the dress revealed it's several layers of petticoats, something fell from the middle of the fabric.

Ginny frowned, picking it up. It was a picture. Her breathing got slowly heavier, and she sat on the bed, looking at it with amazement. Finally, she put it along with the dress, thinking.

The dress was blue, and it was also used. Was it old? Perhaps. But it just wouldn't work for old. Hermione's wedding dress and engagement ring was new, that had to count. But what would be old? She didn't have time to think. Eyeing the muggle clock on Hermione's wall, she prepared to apparate back once more.

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"Did you put everything in the bag?" Hermione prompted, just as Ginny appeared in thin air.

"Err...yes," Ginny lied.

"Okay, good, I need it now, the wedding is going to start."

"But...you said, thirty minutes..."

"You know apparation takes time."

Ginny hung her head rolling her eyes so her friend wouldn't see. "Yes, I know, I know."

"Okay...I can hear a melody now. Let's go. Hurry, you're after Macy."

"Okay, okay," Ginny said, running out of the room quickly, so she failed to hear her friend sigh.

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Everyone turned their heads to look at Ginny as she went down the aisle, her arm cradled in Harry's. They smiled at their guests, politely to nodding to each one of them.

"I can't believe this is happening," Ginny whispered. "Damnit, I wanted to go down the aisle only when I was the one getting married."

"You'll get your turn," Harry said from the corner of his mouth.

Katherine waved at them from one of the front seats, throwing petals of roses at them from Macy's basket. Ginny restrained a laugh, settling a smile instead.

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This is it, you can do this...

Hermione clutched her bouquet of roses tightly with her fingers, waiting until the last bridesmaid finished going to the front.

The soft, wedding tune began to play, and Hermione tugged at her dress, smoothed her hair and began stepping into the aisle. Everyone was standing up, looking at her, either smiling, or getting teary (particularly Ginny and her parents), and she managed a stammering smile at her guests as she reached to the full extension of the room, and gave her roses to Ginny, who took them in silence. Everyone had sat down again, and she was forced to look at her freckled-fiance's face, which was glowing.

The priest began to clear his throat, however, a disturbing scene followed. The door to the church opened, and everyone turned their head, and Hermione raised an eyebrow and saw that Haden was entering.

Clarissa, who was seated up front with Macy, gaped at him, obviously mouthing, 'Why are you so late'?

Haden, was not alone however. As Haden sat down, the person behind him shifted towards the aisle.

It was Draco. He had something crumbled in his hand. Sarah, who was holding Lily in her arms, stood up slightly, as if to make sure he was very much realistic.

Ginny dropped her flowers, and they sprawled on the floor, and Harry's face had grown very pale indeed.

"What the hell is he doing in my wedding?" Ron hissed at Harry, angrily, his face growing red.

Harry didn't speak. Instead, like everyone else, he was looking back forth at Hermione and Draco. Hermione had her arms flung straight to the side, looking numb, and Draco was looking at her with a flash in his eyes.

The thing Draco had crumbled in his fist had now been revealed: it was a smeared piece of paper, sticking out of a shattered envelope.

"Something old," Ginny whispered.

"What?" Harry looked at her strangely. She didn't give a retort.

The priest cleared his throat again, and everyone went attentive to him again.

"Shall, I...begin?"

Pure silence at first. Then...,

"No."

It was Hermione that had spoken. She had an unreadable look upon her face.

"No, don't begin," Ginny suddenly said.

"Ginny!" Ron exclaimed, looking at her with a furious glare. She returned it.

Calmly, she began to walk down the aisle, and out of the church. Ron tried to run after her, but Ginny grabbed him by the arm, and Harry grabbed his other. He squirmed rapidly. Draco followed her, his shimmering silver hair glowering.

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"Hi."

"Is that all you can say?" she asked, not looking at him.

"I don't know."

"Where'd you get the letter from?" she asked stonily.

"Haden."

Hermione mumbled something inaudible under her breath, which oddly sounded like 'son of a bitch'.

"First I tried to ignore it, but then he told me you were getting married and I..."

"You thought you'd come and ruin the whole thing, right?" she replied snappishly.

"No...I was hoping to talk to you before the wedding started."

"Okay. Talk. Tell me. What're you trying to say?" This conversation sounded oddly familiar.

"I...err..."

"Yes?"

He mumbled something.

"What?"

"Oh come on, Granger, you know what I am saying."

"Not until I hear it from your very lips."

"I am...in love with you."

She laughed. "Took you long enough. Great, that's great, Malfoy, I am glad you finally learned how to love! But do you really expect me throw away my wedding just because you finally discovered it?"

"I..."

"Because if you think 'yes,'..." her voice lowered, wavering slightly at range. "You're right."

"What?" He looked up, rather startled. She managed a small smile at him.

"Let's go home."

"Which one- "

She silenced him with a fingertip on his lips. He grabbed the finger, and caressed her skin slightly. Her smile faltered, and she broke away from him.

"What? What is it?"

"I can't..." she whispered.

"What?" He gaped.

"Just kidding," she said, smirking.

"Hey! Where'd you learn to smirk like that?" Draco asked, walking beside her.

"Why?"

"Can you teach me?"

Hermione laughed softly, brushing her lips against his. When they parted, silence filled between them.

Finally,

"I'll try," Hermione promised.

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Songs:

Bittersweet Symphony ~ Cruel Intentions Soundtrack

Angel ~ Serina Paris

Baby Look At Us Now ~ Serina Paris

Boys & Girls ~ Good Charlotte

All Cheerleaders Die ~ Switchblade Kittens &

Ode to Harry Potter ~ Switchblade Kittens

*Shudder* SAPPINESS explodes! Urgh, I blame you guys for making me write a corny, happy ending! Oh well...

I GOT 600 REVIEWS, I GOT 600 REVIEWS!!!!!!!!! I HAVE 600! YES!! THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE THAT REVIEWED EVEN JUST ONCE!!! IT HELPED ME A LOT! THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!

No, there's no sequel...anyways, if I had one, it would be VERY boring. I am sad and happy that this story's over. Sad because I won't be able to write it anymore, happy because of how things work out. Note: Ginny and Harry are just friends, they're not married, sorry. And Ron...I feel sorry for him. Sorry if this wedding was too much like Sabrina's Season Finale.

Anyways, THANK YOU ALL FOR REVIEWING AND MOST OF ALL, READING!!!

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-Court S.A.