Married in Hogwarts (Dramione)

Unexpected Guests

Hermione pov

"Wake up, love," I hear Draco whisper. "We're in London. You've got to apparate to the manor." I open my eyes and see Blaise lifting Luna onto his back again. I yawn then get up, "Your hair's gotten all frizzy," Draco laughs. "Fix it before you get home."

I nod then pat down my waist making sure my bag was still on my person. I give Draco a quick hug, "I'll see you in a minute," I whisper. I turn to Blaise and Theo, "I'll see you whenever you turn up at the manor." They laugh and I quickly rush out the train and onto the platform. It's as crowded as ever. I apparate to Malfoy Manor then start charming my hair to calm down its wild mess. I wait a couple of minutes then Draco appears with his suitcases. "What took you so long?"

"Had to make sure Luna reached Uncle okay," he explains. "I also bumped into the Weasley twins. They should be here in, three... two... one."

There's a crack sound then Fred and George Weasley appear in front of me. I'm pulled into a hug. "How dare you walk down the aisle and not tell us!" they exclaim. 

"We've supported this friendship since the beginning and you didn't tell us you were getting married!"

"Let's get into the manor first, boys," Draco chuckles. "I know my wife's coat is soft but I'm sure it is also a bit stuffy in there. Could you help me with this last suitcase?"

"Lead the way," Fred smiles as he takes the third suitcase. 

We lead the twins into the manor, "Mother! We're home," Draco calls allowing his voice to echo through the halls. Crack! Narcissa Malfoy appears in front of us, "We've got some guests, they're a bit annoyed that they missed the wedding."

"I see," Narcissa says. "Well then, good thing tea is already prepared." We continue to lead them to the dining room and we all sit down. "It's good to have you back," Narcissa nods at Draco and I.

We nod then I turn to the turn to the twins, "What were you doing at the station?"

"Mum insisted we pick you all up and take you home," Fred begins.

"Minus Draco of course," George adds.

"Of course," Draco chuckles.

"So here we are waiting for you then Ron grumbles that you had already left," George continues.

"Then I spot this blonde bloke looking completely lost without his other half," Fred says nodding at Draco who then shrugs at me. "So we go over to him and ask 'Where's Hermione'?" George explains. 

Fred points at Draco accusingly "And this arrogant so and so puts his hand to his face showing off his whopping big ring and says 'Why would I know where Granger (loudly) -Malfoy (quietly) is?' then apparates away."

Draco cackles, "You should have seen your faces!"

"So we leave our dear younger siblings and Harry high and dry with little to no explanation and apparated here," the twins finish. 

"Well, sorry for the shock then," I chuckle. "So yes, I finally married Draco, I was 19 at the time so which of you won the eight-year-long bet?"

"They were betting on you?" Narcissa laughs in surprise.

"I won!" George says. "I bet between 18-20 because it was riskier than 20, now Fred owes me 10 galleons."

"Dang it!" Fred groans.

"So why were we not aware you two got married?" George asks.

"It happened really fast," Draco shrugs. "I couldn't think of a scenario where inviting you didn't alert the other Weasleys of the event."

Their eyes widen in understanding and they nod, "Who else knows?" Fred asks.

"Andromeda, Teddy (sort of), Xenophilius Lovegood, Luna, Blaise Zabini, the staff at Hogwarts, Ginny and Theodore Nott," Draco lists.

"And my parents obviously," I add.

"Obviously," the three boys say in tandem.

"How does Harry not know about you two yet?" Fred asks. "He has that family tree back at Grimmauld Place right?" he nods at Narcissa as she is our link to the House of Black.

"You learnt about us because you spotted our secret meetings and study sessions back in the first year on the Marauders Map," Draco starts. "Then when you said you'd give it to Harry, you let Mya see the charm you used to hide us. So then she used it again on the family tree and the map when her name changed."

"Oh," they say.

"I'm sorry we didn't invite you," I sigh.

"Ha! At least we knew before the papers did," George shrugs. 

"I can imagine the headlines now," Fred exclaims. "'War heroine secretly married ex-deatheater, dumping the Boy Who Lived on his buttocks" Draco chocks on his drink in shock, he glares at Fred then nods at his mother.

 "Oh sorry, we shouldn't be talking about people's buttocks at the dinner table," George says apologetically. 

I burst out laughing, "You two are something else."

"We try," they say in tandem.