A/N Decided to start a new story (my old one was called Change of Plans) although I'll probably still write the other one. I just randomly woke up today and got a new idea in my head so I had to go with it. I hope you like this story…Please review!

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Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter! Honestly…this thing is annoyingly pointless because if we did own HP (which we don't) then why would we be writing fanfiction?

Mistakes

Chapter 1- The Interruption

Draco Malfoy stood in front of the mirror with a smile on his face as he tightened the box around his neck. He was finally done dressing, and he looked gorgeously handsome in a newly pressed black tuxedo. He turned around his room and faced his best man Blaise Zabini.

"Well, what do you think?" Draco asked with his arms outstretched with a smirk one his face.

"Oh like you need my opinion..." Blaise responded sarcastically, "You know you look great. Man I can't believe you're getting married!"

"Yeah me neither, but I love her." Draco said simply with a smile as he turned back to his mirror and continued to check himself. He was happy.

Yeah I know. Blaise was proud of Draco. Draco had learned to come out of his rough interior, but only in front of him and her, but that was enough for Blaise. Blaise knew he was still the same guy that graduated from Hogwarts 7 years ago, and always will be. But now, he was getting married.

"Hey you know," Draco started as he looked around the room. "I never knew why she loves this place. I don't understand why she'd want to get married in a chapel, but, whatever makes her happy."

"Hmm. It's nice though."

"Yeah it better be. I'm paying out the ass for it."

Blaise laughed; he and Draco both knew the wedding expenses weren't that much for a Malfoy. "Okay the wedding starts in 15 minutes, let's go."

As the Chapel's organs started playing the wedding song, Blaise subtlety nudged Draco in the arm while they were standing at the alter.

"Hey, you ready?" Blaise said in a whisper.

"Ready as I'll ever be." He replied.

In a slow wave, the audience of hundreds stood up, turned their backs to the alter, and started at the beautiful girl processing down the aisle. She wore a white dress that was strapless and fitted until the waist. Around the waist it was adorned in sequences and flared out like a bell from the waist down. A train was worn and dragged over the rose petals as she took each step. Once she reached the alter her father lifted her veil, gave her a kiss and handed her to Draco. The audience sat down with broad smiles on their faces and had some magical cameras flashing by themselves.

Aleesa Harris took the hands of her groom, Draco Malfoy, standing before her, and smiled as he wiped a tear from her eye. She could barely breathe as she stood before the man she loved with all her heart, and she was ready to be made one with him.

As the priest said all the words they barely listened. They just stood with each other hand in hand as each of their eyes screamed I love you to one another.

"If anyone here has a reason why these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace." The priest asked.

All of a sudden the audience one by one turned to the back of the church to see why they heard the door creek open. There in the doorway, a young woman was standing there; her curls frizzy because she obviously was running, tears in her eyes, and was speaking in a barely audible voice.

"Stop…" she the mysterious young woman whispered.

The audience gasped and finally the bride in groom realized the attention was no longer on them anymore. Words couldn't express Alessa's furious expression on her face at the sight of someone about to ruin her big day. She did not turn to look at Draco, which was good because she might had slapped him right on the spot. This was because Draco stood there like he just been stunned, his eyes were widened with no rage, only disbelief. Oh. My. God.

"Stop…stop…NO!" Hermione Granger yelled as she closed her eyes and then fainted to the floor.