AN: I'm sorry it took so long to update. Was looped into a camping trip. But I was productive and I hope you enjoy the chapter.

The day of the wedding was started filled with lat minute arrangements and getting everything laid out for the guests. Draco and Lucius had taken sanctuary in the study, but Hermione wasn't so lucky. She was in the middle of a Narcissa hurricane. The witch was doing ten things at once and, to be honest, it kind of scared Hermione.

"Where are the flowers for the tables?" Narcissa called out. "And where is the cake? Honestly, is no one doing their jobs? Oh, Hermione. Lenard is here to do your hair and make up. Go upstairs and get ready. The guests are already showing up."

Hermione gratefully hurried back into her room and closed the door. Turning around, she sat in a chair and let out a sigh. Why did weddings have to be so freaking stressful? She didn't know up from down and was following orders blindly. There was no order that she could see, but at least Narcissa had a hold on this.

A man walked into the room, followed by two other women. "Hello," he said. "I'm Lenard. Ready to look beautiful?"

Hermione bit back her eye roll at his question and merely nodded. Her hair was washed and twisted to the side so it cascaded over her shoulder. Her make up didn't take as long as she'd thought and she was completely finished within an hour.

"Wow," Hermione said, admiring the effect in the mirror. "You're quick."

"Timing is everything," Lenard said. "Now, get into your dress and we'll get you married."

She nodded and walked over to the bag containing her dress. She opened it and slipped into it, having one of the ladies zip her up in the back. Hermione looked at her reflection in the mirror and grinned. Draco was going to love this.

"It's time," Lenard said.

Draco reached up to fiddle with his tie, but his mother turned to him. "Draco," she said in a low voice. "Stop fidgeting." He'd been able to avoid her while she'd been on a tear throughout the house by hiding out in the study with his father. They'd had a rare father-son moment where Lucius had talked to Draco in an attempt to calm his nerves. The shot of fire whisky had helped, too.

"Sorry," he said. "Just nervous."

"You'll be fine," she said, adjusting the rose in his lapel. "You and Hermione will get married and all will be well."

"But what about-"

Narcissa shot him a withering glare. "You will not mention the case," she said. "Not today and not to Hermione. Understand?" Draco nodded dumbly. Wow. His mother was scary.

"Yeah," he said.

"Good," Narcissa said. She smiled at him lovingly. "Oh, you look so handsome. I can't believe my little boy is growing up."

Draco heard snickering and glared at the triplets, whom he'd asked to be his best men. They stopped snickering, but kept the smiles on.

"Ignore them," Barcus said, patting Draco on the back. "You know you're getting one hell of a girl, right?"

Music suddenly started playing and the crowd stood up. Draco looked down the aisle and stared as Lucius led Hermione down the aisle. Her gown's bodice hugged her curves and the skirt fell over her hips, flowing slightly as she walked. Her hair was draped and pinned over her right shoulder, evening out the one strap that covered the scar over her heart. White blossoms were woven into her hair, making her look as if she'd been standing under a tree not a few moments ago.

"Yeah," Draco said. "I'm one lucky guy."

Lucius stopped next to Draco, handing Hermione off. She smiled her thanks to Lucius before turning to Draco. "Hi," she said.

"You look beautiful," he said. Hermione blushed at the compliment. Draco took her hand and they turned to the wizard who would marry them. They both had to hold back smiles as they realized it was the same wizard who had performed Pansy and Andrew's ceremony.

"Welcome," the wizard said for everyone to hear. "Today, we come together to see these two lovers married. So they may share each others' joy, happiness, and memories for the rest of their lives. A union as theirs is hard to find and even harder to hold onto. But, once found, it will never die. Hermione Granger, do you take Draco Malfoy to be your husband?"

Hermione grinned. "I do," she said.

"Draco Malfoy, do you take Hermione Granger to be your wife?"

"I do," Draco said. "With all my heart."

Marin raised his wand and waved it over their joined hands. The silver ribbon appeared and then vanished, leaving matching wedding bands on their fingers. "With this connection forever binding, you shall leave here as man and wife, full of love, joy, and happiness. Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. You may kiss your bride."

Draco pulled Hermione close to him. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too," Hermione said before they kissed and the crowd erupted into cheers.

The balloons that had been floating around, exploded and sprinkled the new couple with confetti. Hermione laughed. Draco grinned and was tackled in a Granger family hug by his new in-laws.

"Welcome to the family," Darwin said.

"Yup," Fargo said. "You're stuck with Hermione now. Ow!" He grabbed his arm where his twins had smacked him.

Hermione laughed again. Today was just so perfect. All of her friends were here, the Malfoys were accepting her, and she was married the love of her life. Nothing could ruin this moment.

"Congratulations," someone said, walking up to Hermione. She turned with a smile, but let out a gasp. A dark haired man stood in front of her, his wand pointed at her heart. "Too bad I didn't finish you off with that letter." He raised his wand and, with a gnarled scowl, yelled, "Avada Kedavra!"

Hermione flinched against the flash of green light. It all happened in slow motion. One moment, Draco was standing next to her, the next, she was on the ground and Draco was hit in the chest with the light. "No!" she cried, watching as her husband fell to the ground, his eyes staring ahead without blinking.

Lucius acted quickly, killing Antonin with his own killing curse. But Hermione was focused only on Draco. She crawled forward and leaned over the body. "Draco?" she said in a quiet voice. He didn't move. "Draco. Draco, please." He still didn't move and he was turning cold. Hermione sobbed as the reality hit her. "No," she cried, shaking her head as tears ran down her cheeks. "No. No!"

Someone grabbed her shoulders and pulled her away. She fought, wanting to return to Draco's body. But whoever had her was too strong. Time seemed to speed up. She found herself in her room with Andrew baring the door.

"Let me go to him," she said, trying to push past him. He grabbed her shoulders.

"Hermione," he yelled, shaking her. She looked up at him. "He's dead. There's nothing we can do."

She stared, stunned and frozen in place. Then she gritted her teeth. "He can't be," she cried, pounding on his chest. "No. Draco isn't dead. It was an act. Yeah. A prank pulled by those stupid triplet brothers of mine."

"No," Andrew said softer. "Hermione. Draco isn't coming back. It's not a joke."

Hermione shook her head and crumpled to the floor on her knees. Andrew held her as she sobbed in his arms. It couldn't be. She'd been on top of the world and now that world was crashing down all around her. She grew numb and eventually stopped crying.

Andrew lifted her up and put her on the bed. "I'll let everyone know you want to be alone," he said. Hermione didn't move to give any indication she agreed, but Andrew didn't need one. He left, closing the door behind him.

Hermione laid there for a while before sitting up and walking over to the writing desk. She sat down and stared at the moving picture she'd taken with Draco the first day they'd gotten here after school. They were waving to the camera and smiling. Draco tried to do bunny fingers behind Hermione, but she ducked down, moved behind him, and put her hands up to give him moose antlers. Tears started again in her eyes. They fell and she watched them soak into the cover of the book there. It was the book she'd gotten with Draco. Travel the Past Without Harming the Future You.

What if she could go back and stop Antonin from killing Draco? The thought appeared and stuck. Hermione wasted only half a second before she opened the book and started to read. She adsorbed every word and chapter. She read far into the night. Hermione stopped only when she heard voices on the other side of the door.

"I had a bad feeling this would happen." That sounded like Lucius.

"Lucius..." That was Narcissa. Hermione got out of her seat and walked to the door, pressing her ear to it.

"Cissy, I have to tell her," Lucius said. "Yaxley said that there are others who still want Hermione dead. We tried to protect the manor, but Antonin got in somehow. And if those two got out, it's not too much of a stretch to believe that Bellaxtrix is rebuilding the Death Eaters. She was never squeamish of hurting anyone. Even family. Hermione needs to know. She'll want to be in on this hunt."

There was a pause, then Narcissa said, "Then at least wait for the morning. We're all in shock." Another pause, then footsteps walking away.

Hermione stepped away from the door and took it all in. Bellatrix. Draco's crazy aunt. He'd shown her the family tree and that woman had looked quiet strange. And mad. She was behind all of this? So, even if she did go back and stop Antonin from killing Draco, they'd still send people to kill her and Draco would only get killed again. And if the Bellatrix restarted the Death Eaters, no one was safe. After a minute of having too many thoughts that wouldn't stay still, she figured it out. If she wanted to keep Draco alive and shut down the group, she'd have to go back to when she first met Draco and keep away from him. It'll break her heart, but if it kept him alive, then...she'd do it.

With her mind set, she changed out of her dress and into her school robes, pulling her hair back into a ponytail. She stared at the rings on her finger for a moment before taking them off and putting them on a chain. They rested around the heart locket Draco had given her for her birthday. If what the book said was correct, she was going to appear back at the point she met Draco and in the same body. It would be her as she was now, but back then. Like rewinding your life, but only you knowing it happened. She'd have to start all over. She'd still be engaged to Vladimir, she'd be under her father's thumb, and, to make her plan work, she'd have to stay that way.

Hermione picked up the picture of Draco and her, slipping it into her inner robe pocket. She looked around the room. Too many things that reminded her of Draco. Hermione took a deep breath, raised her wand, and, with the book in her hand, read the incantation while moving the wand over her head and thought of the time she wanted to go.

Her feet left the floor and the world turned black. Hermione looked around, floating in nothing. Then, scenes suddenly appeared and moved past her. She recognized some. The shopping trip to Diagon alley, playing poker with Draco, kissing for the first time, him holding her after her disownment, and then she felt herself stop. She blinked and realized she was in the school library. The same table and even the same copy of Hogwarts: A History. She pinched herself. No, this wasn't a dream. It was real. Now, to avoid Draco.

"I'm Draco Malfoy," the arrogant voice came.

Hermione looked up and froze. It was Draco. Alive and about to ask her for help. No. Not again.

AN: Thank you for reading. If you'd care to, head over to the author's page and read the next Sequel. Dealer's Game: Love.