Perfect Storm

Chapter 15

"Something is not right here," Draco muttered, holding his arms out to his- side. It was only a few weeks ago that his tux jacket fit perfectly and now he was swimming in it. The sleeves were at least an arm's length too long and it reached practically to his knees.

"I think we might've gotten switched up, mate."

Draco looked up and saw Charlie Weasley with a tux jacket hanging off one arm, not having been able to get it past his bicep.

"That would explain it," Draco said, shrugging out of the tent he was wearing as Charlie tugged his own arm from what may as well have been child's clothing on him. Draco usually refrained from comparing himself to other men, never having been unsatisfied with his physique, but it was almost impossible not to feel runty standing next to Charlie Weasley. "Guess it's a good thing I chose a Ministry job instead of dragon taming, huh?"

"Never thought dragons were one of your career options," Charlie said, pulling on the proper jacket and smoothing down the sides.

"It wasn't really but I've always been fascinated by them."

"Send me an owl some time and I'll arrange for you to come to the sanctuary and take a tour."

"Really?" Draco stared up at Charlie. He couldn't help but be taken aback by the offer and it was hard to keep the skepticism out of his voice.

"Yeah. We'll set something up once all this wedding chaos dies down." Charlie gave Draco's shoulder a pat and went back to getting ready.

Draco slipped his jacket on and shook his head. Weasleys were being nice to him. He was getting along with Hermione Granger and actually enjoyed being in her company. What was this fucking wedding doing to him?

A knock and a voice calling, "You boys decent?" made everyone pause and look at the door.

"Come on in," Harry answered.

The door opened and Hermione slipped in, shutting the door quickly. She was wrapped up in a white, silk robe, with slippers on her feet and her curls pulled back and adorned with purple flowers.

"Hermione? Is Ginny okay?" Harry asked, rushing over to her.

"No. Your bride-to-be is freaking out a bit," Hermione stated, with a heavy sigh. "She has herself convinced that everything is falling apart and she sent me over here to make sure things were going as planned."

Harry let out a relieved chuckle and ran a hand over his face. "Okay, what is she worried about?"

"Top three- tuxes, rings, and flowers."

"Well, as you can see, all of our tuxes arrived in perfect condition," Harry said, gesturing to his groomsmen. "I watched the florists deliver and set up all the flowers. Your bouquets are waiting in the walk-in. Someone was supposed to tell her that but I guess they dropped the ball, though not that big of a deal. As for rings, Draco?"

Hermione and Harry glanced over at Draco as he pulled a velvet satchel from his trouser pocket. "Safe and sound," he said and tucked them into his inside jacket pocket.

"Are there any other fears I can assuage?" Harry asked.

"I think I calmed her down on everything else," Hermione said, reaching up to try and smooth down Harry's hair.

"Granger, you know Potter's hair is a losing battle, right?" Draco goaded.

"Maybe if I dab a little super glue on it," Hermione mused, pushing the strands against his head.

Draco smirked and strung his bow tie through his collar. Pointing his wand at his neck, he used the spell he had learned for just this occasion to tie it. It worked, but a bit too well. The bow tie continued to tighten around his neck, strangling Draco and rendering him unable to utter the counterspell.