As his friends greeted him, Draco was always semi-aware of what Hermione was up to.
Not only was he unwilling to give up Potter's reaction for the world…but the chances of Ron tackling him from behind were too great not to stay on his toes.
Crabbe and Goyle were going on about their summer vacation as though Draco cared one way or another.
"So what'd you do?" Goyle's question came to him and he shrugged.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Draco smirked.
"Try us," Crabbe crossed his arms defiantly.
Draco opened his mouth to shock the hell out of them when a squeal of 'Congratulations!' behind him captured the attention of everyone in the area.
Licking his lips, he turned to face his bride.
Hermione chewed on her lip as Draco's arm slid around her. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end at his touch and she fought the urge to remove herself from the disturbing sensations.
Relax, she told herself, struggling for something to say. Anything would suffice at this moment.
"You…uhh…huh?" Ron asked the question that seemed to coming from everyone's mouth, only even less successfully.
"We…umm…" Hermione looked at Draco helplessly.
"Meet the newest Mrs. Malfoy," Draco grinned, squeezing Hermione tight against his body.
There were no words to greet his announcement and Hermione noticed even Crabbe and Goyle staring at them in absolute shock.
Hermione laughed nervously, eyeing Harry and Ron pleadingly to say something, anything.
"Are you pregnant?" Ron burst out.
Perhaps anything but that, Hermione thought, glaring at him as Draco burst into shocked laughter and her friends turned withering glances toward him.
"No, I'm not pregnant," Hermione spat, trying to draw attention away from Draco and possibly prevent any undo spilling of blood.
The second it was out of Ron's mouth, Draco couldn't help his reaction.
Pregnant. Now why hadn't he thought of that?
Not that he thought it would have gone over well, but just bringing it up and watching her eyes light with the fury they had now would've been worth any injury she caused him.
He had to stop himself from doubling over as his bride screamed at her friend. Priceless.
"Weasley, I'm shocked," Draco shook his head, "Surely you know Hermione better than that."
"Thought I did," Weasley muttered ruefully.
"This is a joke, right?" Harry asked weakly, looking back and forth between Hermione and Draco hopefully.
Draco rolled his eyes and held Hermione's left hand up for inspection, "Does that really look like a joke to you?"
He could see their expressions wavering in doubt as neither Draco or Hermione said it was a joke.
"I guess we should have brought the certificate with us, muffin," Draco turned back to Hermione just in time to see her eyes flash at his ridiculous endearment.
"Well, I was about to suggest it, but then you wanted to read me that beautiful poem before we left, darling," she batted her eyes at him.
Potter and Weasley's eyebrows shot up to their hairline and Draco could practically feel Crabbe and Doyle's reaction from behind him.