A/N: Hey all! Here's the third installment. This one's more a drabble than a one-shot. Enjoy!
Hermione bent forward over her slightly protruding stomach and rubbed her temples with the pads of her fingers. Her mother had been talking nonstop for the past half hour on the color of the bridesmaid dresses. They had been planning the wedding for about two months now and Hermione had had to fight against her mother and Mrs. Weasley for what she wanted the entire way. Harry had been there for most of the confront - consultations, but he, unfortunately, had business with Draco and Hermione was left with her mother and Mrs. Weasley alone.
"Mum!" Hermione spoke up cutting the older woman off mid sentence about the color teal. "Mum," she started again, softer. "Please, no teal."
"But sweetheart you love teal," Mrs. Granger replied, obviously befuddled by her daughter's reaction.
"No mum, I don't. I haven't since I was eight," Hermione replied trying to keep the exasperation out of her voice. She means well, she means well, don't snap, she chanted to herself. "And even if I did like teal, which I don't, it's a horrid color for winter. I'm going with navy."
"But that's such a dull color," Mrs. Weasley piped up across from them.
Hermione leveled a very determined glare on the two mothers. "No."
"Then at least have the poofy sleeves, you've always loved poofy sleeves," Mrs. Granger said pointing to the flouncy, frilly affront to fashion a woman with a forced smile was modeling in the catalogue on Mrs. Granger's lap.
Hermione looked at the dress with a horrified expression. "Honestly, since when? Mum, I wouldn't put that on Crookshanks let alone my bridesmaids."
Mrs. Granger sniffed and looked over at Mrs. Weasley for support. "It's a very lovely dress dear," Mrs. Weasley offered hesitantly.
"No and no. Please, I'm going to have this dress in this color," Hermione said pointing to the picture in her lap. "It will look good with both Ginny and Luna's coloring and body structures."
There was a beat of silence as Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Granger tried to accept losing this battle graciously. The war, however, was far from over. "All right, now that that's settled," Mrs. Weasley sighed, "on to the flowers! I was thinking this fuchsia snapping gardenia would be perfect for table decorations."
"Oooo, I agree," Mrs. Granger sighed.
Hermione groaned and replaced her head in her hands. Harry, where are you? she thought to herself with a sigh.
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"Potter," Draco greeted warily, stepping aside to let Harry in.
"Malfoy," Harry greeted with the same wary tone.
The men sized each other up, letting the silence stretch from wary to awkward. Draco made no move to offer Harry a seat and in turn Harry didn't ask for one. "You wanted to talk to me?" Draco finally spoke up when it seemed as though Potter was content to keep his mouth shut.
Harry sighed softly and shifted on his feet, running a hand through his perpetually messy hair. "Yeah. I was wondering if you'd be a groomsman in my wedding," he said softly, the words almost hurting coming out of him.
"Why?" Draco asked suspiciously.
"Your wife and my fiancée feel it'd be a good way to bury the hatchet or some other bollocks like that," Harry said rolling his eyes.
Draco grimaced and Harry oddly felt a tentative camaraderie form between them, spurred on by their well meaning better halves. "Do I have to?" Draco spoke up with a sigh.
"If you don't, Gin will nag you to death, so you can either say yes and get it over with quickly or hear about it until you say yes which could be days or weeks. You don't have to enjoy it, we don't have to let go of the animosity or rivalry, but for the sake of peace, mattresses and sex, you might want to set aside some pride and accept just as I've set aside some pride and asked," Harry replied with a challenging air.
Draco looked him over, sizing him up, mulling over Harry's remarks. "You do make a good argument," he grudgingly admitted. "The couch really is quite comfortable, but not enough to give up sex for."
Harry grimaced at the thought of Malfoy shagging.
"All right, I'll do it," Draco spoke up reluctantly.
"Great! Pink will look good on you," Harry smiled, clapping Draco on the arm.
"What?"
"Didn't Gin tell you? The colors Hermione picked are pink and pastel purple and the cummerbunds are going to be pink. But because you're being such a good sport, I could see if I could get you a pastel purple one if you prefer."
"What?!"
Harry only grinned mischievously leaving Draco to stew over if he was joking or not.
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"Hello ladies!" Harry called out as he stepped into the Granger household.
"Harry!" Hermione called out launching herself as quickly as she could from the couch and into his arms. "Save me," she whispered.
Harry chuckled and wrapped his arms around her tightly. "Good thing I have a saving people thing huh?"
"Yes!" Hermione nearly sobbed gratefully.
"Well, I'm sorry to break up the planning, which I'm sure is going smoothly and Hermione's getting everything she wants -" Harry watched Mrs. Weasley's and Mrs. Granger's cheeks turn pink.
"Real subtle, Potter," Hermione mumbled against his chest.
"But I'm going to have to take her away," Harry went on, ignoring his fiancée. "We have plans with Ron and Luna tonight."
"Of course, Harry," Mrs. Granger replied.
With his arm firmly around Hermione's shoulders, they turned and made their way outside. "Good evening ladies!" Harry called out shutting the door.
"Thank Merlin. I was going insane in there!" Hermione sighed, taking Harry's hand and holding it tightly.
"I could tell," he chuckled. "Um, Hermione love. I was wondering . . . is there anyway you could change the colors to pink and pastel purple?"
Hermione grimaced. "No! Why?"
"Well, is there any way you could give just Malfoy a pink cummerbund?"
"Harry," Hermione scolded lightly, valiantly keeping the grin that threatened at bay.
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