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Chapter 10- Confessions and Quick Arrangements

Draco led her out off the church after the short and small ceremony and she was still in such shock, she didn't realise he was holding her hand, like a real couple would as they walked out off the church.

"Everything okay?" his voice snapped her out of her trance.

"Huh? Yeah I'm fine…" Hermione replied, her mouth dry. "We just got married,"

Draco laughed. "Yeah, we did," he found it funny that she was in such shock, stating the obvious.

"What now?" she asked, not knowing if this really changed anything.

Again, he laughed. "I thought it would be a bit weird to just go home… I mean we did just get married after all."

"So…?" she edged him to continue.

He didn't reply but once again held out his arm which she linked her's too. In the blink of an eye they had left the pretty church town and appeared outside an extravagant wizarding hotel. "What'd you think?" he smiled, taking her hand again.

"Wow…" she breathed out. She had never really been to this part off the wizarding world and standing there now she realised how beautiful it was. Especially the elaborate building that he was now leading her inside. The foyer had an extremely large ceiling; she'd never seen anything like it and it smelt wonderfully of roses. "We're staying here?" she asked, eyes wide.

Draco nodded. "Lets just say I have a lot to make up for and I hope this helps." Hermione smiled, enjoying how kind he was being to her, wanting to make up for his past self.

After talking to the witch at the front desk, she and Draco were led to a suite in the hotel. As soon as they entered the room, Draco crashed himself down onto the bed sighing. "I don't know about you but I'm tired."

She hadn't actually realised how late it was getting until then. "Agreed… we should probably get some sleep. It then hit her that she hadn't in fact packed any clothes, until she opened the cupboards and saw a pink satin nightgown. Taking it from the coat hanger she disappeared into the bathroom and got ready for bed. When she returned, Draco was also in his pyjamas and looked like he could have fallen asleep right then and there.

She glanced at the double bed to Draco and he was able to pick up what she meant. "It's okay, I'll take the lounge," he said, grabbing a pillow.

"No," she said, perhaps a little too quickly. "It's okay… we can share if you want. I mean, if you're okay with it."

"Are you?" he asked, throwing the pillow back on the bed.

She paused. "Yeah…" and pulled down the heavy covers.

She climbed into the bed, as did Draco. They both lay in silence before Hermione whispered; "when you kissed me today… did that mean anything to you?"

He sighed, "It meant that I'd gotten married and helped me realise that I need to fall in love with the new Mrs Malfoy.

It sounded strange, Mrs Malfoy. "Need too, or want too?"

"Both," he answered, faster than she expected. "We should get some sleep."

"Yeah… goodnight Draco," she whispered.

"Goodnight…"

And when Draco woke up early the next morning, he found that during the night, either he or Hermione had mover so close he could feel the silk of her dress. He didn't move, only fell back to sleep as though he'd never woken up.

Waking up in the morning, George rolled over in bed to find Angie's side off the bed empty. "Ange?" he mumbled tiredly, making his way out off bed. She didn't reply but he heard her coughing in the bathroom an when he opened the door, she was leaning against the wall her face pale and shaking slightly. "Hey, everything okay?" he asked, sitting next to her and taking we small frame in his arms.

She nodded, "just morning sickness..."

"You threw up?" he asked, feeling bad. She nodded again. "Angie, I'm so sorry I did this to you..."

"No... It's okay." she shook her head. "It'll be worth it. We're having a baby George," she smiled and so did he.

"Yeah... We are." he let out a small laugh and helped her back into their bedroom.

"Do you think we'll be able to do it? Parenting, I mean," she asked, honestly scared.

"Yeah, I do," George replied, honest to himself for the first time since he'd found out.

"What if I can't do it? What of I'm not a good mum?" she asked.

"Hey, where's this coming from?" he questioned holding her in his arms again. She shrugged and buried her head into his shoulder. "Angie, listen to me..." he lifted her head and looked into her eyes. "You're going to be a wonderful mum! I promise you... Everything's going to be okay. We'll get through this."

She smile and nodded, feeling lucky she had someone like George, someone who made her feel safe. "I love you George..." she whispered.

"I love you too," he smiled, placing a gentle kiss to her lips.

"I want to get married," she said quickly.

George laughed, "I'm pretty sure that's what the ring means, unless I'm mistaken."

"No, I mean I want to get married soon. This weekend!" she exclaimed.

"Wait, this weekend... a-are you sure?" he was suddenly getting nervous.

She nodded. "Positive!"

"Um... Okay!" he smiled, still in shock.

"We should probably go and tell your parents. I know how much your mum likes to plan weddings and we're going to need all the help we can get."

"Sounds like a good idea," George replied, "but how about some breakfast first?"

Angelina laughed and smiled, "If I can keep it down…"

An hour later, the couple flooed to the Burrow where Mrs. Weasley was discussing colours with Luna and Ron was at the table drinking a butterbeer with Mr. Weasley.

"Hi all," George greeted everyone, stepping out of the fireplace, followed by Angelina, who also said hello.

"George, I didn't know you two were coming over today," Molly exclaimed, giving her son a hug and Angelina a quick kiss on the cheek.

"We weren't but Angie and I have something we need to tell you and dad," George replied, taking a seat next to Angelina on the lounge.

"Don't worry, we were just leaving," Ron laughed, taking Luna's hand, thankful to be over with the wedding chat.

"Alright then, I'll see you tomorrow, Luna dear, we still need to talk about decorations," Molly said.

"Sounds good Mrs. Weasley," Luna smiled. "See you then," and with that, they flooed home.

"Okay, so what was it you two wanted to talk about?" Mr. Weasley asked, moving from his spot at the table to a single lounge. Molly also took a seat after bringing over a tray of hot tea.

George and Angelina exchanged nervous glances, neither wanting to speak.

"You're pregnant aren't you dear," Molly asked Angelina, who looked shocked.

"H-how did you know?" she asked, swallowing nervously. George looked almost as shocked, as did Arthur.

"Honey, I've had seven kids, trust me, I can tell, Molly laughed. "Congratulations," she smiled at her soon to be daughter-in-law. "George, you know I'm not overly pleased that you got Angelina pregnant before you were married but I am happy for you." Molly continued as Arthur also congratulated the couple.

"Thanks mum… and that's actually what else we wanted to talk to you about," George continued, glad his parents were okay with it. Exchanging another glance with Angelina, she nodded for him to continue. "We want to get married… this weekend."

There was a pause where the couple waited for their response before Molly grabbed Angelina's hand and gasped. "There's so much we have to do! We might as well get started."

George and Arthur laughed as both women raced off. "I think she's in good hands," Arthur said, clapping his son on the back, who laughed. "Take care off her son… she's worth holding onto."

"I know… I love her dad, I won't let her go."

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