Her hair was curled loosely, and her volumptuous hair shined caramel off of the ancient chandelier above her. Her veil, covering her pink cheeks and red lips. It was pure white and on the piece that wrapped snug around her head were little white flowers handcrafted elegently out of satin. Her dress was long, swaying far beyond two feet behind her. The torso was tight, and was made of the same stunning white satin as the flowers, but the sleeves were lace, patterned with luminous flowers. The fabric revealed her pink skin through the white threading. The sleeves were long and tight, reaching the absolute bottom of her wrists. When the dress reached her waist, it began again with the same jawdropping satin and hung loosely, floating like clouds to the floor and crashing like waves as she stepped. Her shoes, barely exposed, were all white stilletos that fairly complimented her feet; and on her perfectly manicured left ring finger, a band sat. The band was made up of three separate rings welded into one: The top being plain, with a large and expensive diamond sitting on its top, the second was also composed of solid gold, but was encrusted with a bright red Ruby, and the last ring bore an Emerald stone, the same size as the Ruby. Gryffindor and Slytherin. United as one, and it all felt so perfect. Hermione looked at herself in the mirror and smiled lightly. Moments from now, she would be married to Draco Malfoy. The idea was practically perfect. They had been through so much in the passed couple of years, and a year after he proposed, her fairytail was becoming reality. She couldn't breathe, but was fluttering with excitement. Minutes from now, she would emerge from this victorian themed dressing room and would take the arm of her father. He would lead her to her Slytherin prince and from then on, they would be bound together in an endless bond of unity. She grinned slightly wider, her freckled face enriching with happiness. She rose from her seat, exhaled heavily and stood by the door. Her father slowly stepped in, fear in his eyes as his face crinkled when he smiled. He held out a shaky hand and she took it. They were stepping out the door as she pulled her veil over her eyes and took a beautiful bouqet of fresh yellow roses into her clutches. They stepped into a hallway, and then into a big white paneled room. The walls were made entirely of glass, and you could see the stunning garden outside, with its sprouting plants and gorgeous flowers that surrounded a crystal clear pond. The ceiling was white, but was patterned with golden flowers that wrapped around eachother by the stems. The floor was neatly polished oak wood and a long light yellow rug led up to the front of the room, where underneath an even more massive chandelier hovered over a balding priest who bore white and yellow wizarding robes, next to an eager and red faced Draco Malfoy. He smiled with glee at his gorgeous bride as he stood, hands folded behind his back, sporting a black and white tuxedo with a matching yellow rose in the front pocket. Hermione grinned and blushed a deeper shade of red. Hermione and her father gracefully stepped towards Draco and the priest. She got lost in his foggy gray eyes, the ceremony only droning behind her as she stood staring intently into his eyes. On que, she muttered "I do," as Draco repeated the process. He pronounced them man and wife and the whole room burst into applause. She smiled widely and Draco gently lifted the stunning veil off of her face, and noticed a tear streaming down her pink cheek. He wiped it away and kissed her on the lips, pulling her towards him by the small of her back as vibrant shocks serged through the lips of the veela pair. This was pure serenity, to have him as her own. She was head over heels with him. As they pulled away, he took her hand into his, walking her down the yellow rug and through the large doors into the hall, where they were alone. She sighed and grinned widely, but out of nowhere he picked her up off of her feet, carrying her in his arms as they circled the hall. She nuzzled into his necl as he swung his gorgeous bride in his wide arms as they paced through the enchanting lobby, husband and wife.