The events of the past few days managed to draw her mind away from the wedding. But now, as she saw the decorations being set up and the dress was waiting for her in the wardrobe, it suddenly felt real. Hermione lowered into an armchair and stared at the sun, which was about to hide behind a green hill. This was her last day of fooling around. Tomorrow she will become a Malfoy, her friends will leave and who knows what will happen. There was an entire year ahead, covered in fog of the unknown. The only clear thing was how it would all end. There was only one way out of this mess.