Sunlight shone into Headmaster's office, well, Headmistress as the case may be now. McGonagall had taken over after both Dumbledore and Snape had gone. It had been five years since Hermione had killed Voldemort. The Healers had fixed her up and she'd moved back into the Malfoy Manor. For three months after the battle, they had rebuilt it so it was good as new.

Hermione stood before the Sorting Hat. The same hat that had made her a Slytherin all those years ago.

"You look well for a Slytherin bride," the hat said.

"Why did you put me into that House?" she asked. "It was obvious that you believed I should be in another House." She smoothed a hand over the flowers in the bouquet she held.

The Hat lifted its brim as if it were shrugging. "When I was set upon your head, Hermione, I saw a love deep inside you. I put you in Slytherin to have you grow that love. And I was right. You marry him today."

Hermione gave a shaky laugh. "That's sneaky," she said. She shook her head. "Oh, I'm so nervous."

"This is what you want, right? To marry your love?" the hat asked.

She nodded. "Yes. It doesn't help that I'll be doing it in front of so many people," she said. Hermione bit her lip. "Hat, do me a favor?"

"What?" it asked.

"If-when our children come to Hogwarts...can you sort them by their hearts, like me?"

The hat chuckled. "Of course. Now, go. Don't want to be late for your own wedding."

Hermione laughed softly as she turned to look at herself once more in the full length mirror. Her wedding dress was strapless with a tight bodice. The skirt was full and made of soft silk. A silver sash wrapped around her waist, tied in a large bow at the small of her back. Her black medallion necklace was hung around her neck with a pair of emerald earring studs in her ears. Her make up was lightly done, but she looked nice.

"Good luck," the hat said.

Hermione gave it one last smile before making her way down to the main doors. Lucius was waiting for her, dressed up in a set of his best dress robes. He held out his arm. "You look beautiful, Hermione. Are you ready?" he said.

She took his arm and said, "As ready as I'll ever be."

He smiled at the answer and led her down the steps. They continued down an aisle between seats that had been set out. Friends that had survived the war and their families were present. They gave Hermione encouraging smiles as she walked past them. But she was focused at her groom, standing next to a priest.

Draco was dressed in silk dress robes, his hair slicked back. Hermione smiled at how hansom he looked. Blaise stood beside him as best man and Pansy stood off to the side as her Maid of Honor. Lucius stopped at the alter and kissed her cheek before putting her hand in Draco's. Hermione turned to Draco and smiled. Her heart beat faster as she stared at the man that would soon be her husband.

"Dearly beloved," the priest said. "You are gathered here to celebrate these two people as they join together in a life long commitment. From the same house, but not of the same parents, these two have always been close. Their love may have started as brother and sister, but has grown to a love that is reserved for lovers and spouses. Together, they have been through hell and back, staying together all the way. Now, they wish to marry and start another chapter in their lives."

He turned to the two. "Please join hands." Hermione handed her bouquet to Pansy before giving her hands to Draco. "Draco Lucius Malfoy," the priest said. "Do you take Hermione as your lawful wedded wife? To love and hold through good and bad, whatever may come, till death does part you?"

Draco raised Hermione's hand and kissed her knuckles, looking her in the eyes. "I do," he said.

The priest turned to Hermione. "Hermione Jean Malfoy, do you take Draco to be your lawful wedded husband? To love and hold through good and bad, whatever may come, till death does part you?"

Hermione smiled and said, "I do."

"Does the couple want to say their vows now?" the priest asked.

Draco nodded. He smiled and said, "Hermione. I know we grew up as brother and sister, but I fell in love with you in our second year. I was scared to death as you laid in the Hospital Wing. It made me realize how much I loved you. You're smart, funny, caring, beautiful, and aren't afraid to yell at me when it was needed." The crowd gave a few chuckles. "I love you, Hermione, and I will do so for the rest of my existence."

Hermione smiled, tears of joy forming in her eyes. But she held them back. "Draco. When I first met you, you were a scared child in a dentist's office. I know now that you thought I was a witch. But then, I thought you were dressed up for Halloween. We became friends that night, then siblings. But I never loved you like a sister. I thought it was sisterly love, but it was more than that. I loved you. The pranks you pulled with Blaise, when you showed off for Pansy to make her feel better, and when you would look after me. You protected me when I was in trouble or worried and you yelled at me when I did something stupid or dangerous. But you did it because you cared. Draco, I love you and I promise to do so for the rest of my life. And then some."

The priest smiled and said, "By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Draco pulled her close to his chest, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I love you," he murmured.

Hermione smiled. "I love you, too," she said. He captured her lips in a searing kiss.

The crowd cheered, but they ignored them. Hermione could think of only one thing. The Sorting Hat had made sure she had truly become Hermione Malfoy. And she couldn't be happier.

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