arranged love // drarry

epilogue

Indian weddings are beautiful, Draco thought, his face split in awe.

The entrance had been covered with millions of petals. The top arch of the ceiling and the walls covered with orange and red drapes artistically, small ornaments dangling from the top and decorated on the side.

When he entered, he took a double take. There were so, so many people. His breath caught in his throat when he looked around.

The back garden of the Potter's Manor was encased in a huge tent of colorful sheets. The grassy field had been covered with a carpet and lights hung from the cloth ceiling, illuminating the entire place. To the far side of the tent, Draco could see an elevated area with two armchairs, similar to the ones on their engagement but these ones looked more powerful and royal. To the left of it, there were speakers blaring loud Bollywood songs and some men and women dancing with their kids near it.

Tere, ghar aaya, main aaya tujhko lene
Dil ke, badle mein, dil ka nazrana dene

Most of the guests quietened when Draco entered. Many elderly women gushed over his sherwani and smiled as he shyly folded his hands and greeted them.

Harry was nowhere to be seen.

James came up to Draco and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, "Come on. My parents are dying to meet you."

Draco was dragged off to one of the tables.

"When you meet them, touch their feet in greeting. In our culture, it is considered respectful to touch the feet of elders in order to take their blessings." James told him, "And smile! You're acting like I told you that it's your death day." He sniggered and slapped his back.

Draco's mouth lifted into a small smile, "I'm just nervous. I'm getting married! Don't act like you weren't nervous on your wedding day."

"Oh you bet he was." Lily appeared from somewhere between the crowd, smiling at him and walking along them.

James narrowed his eyes on her.

"He was so nervous, he forgot to wear his glasses. Tripped the second he stood up from his chair to greet my parents."

Draco let out a chortle, "Oh dear. I hope I don't do that."

James elbowed him as they reached his parents. Draco smiled at them, folding his hands in greeting and bowing forward to touch their feet. James' parents patted his head and mumbled a few blessings.

***

"Harry!"

"What?"

"Stop fucking pacing. You're going to wear out your shoes."

"I'm not pacing, Ron. I'm thinking."

Ron took a sip of lassi from his glass, "Right. Draco's already here, you know. 'Mione told me he's gone to meet your grandparents."

"He's here?" Harry stopped in his tracks.

"Duh. It's his wedding day." Ron gulped down the rest of his drink and picked a small plate with gulab jamun on it. He ate it with a hum.

"Indian sweets are literally what I'm living on from today. Forget cakes and pastries. These are marvelous." He sighed happily.

Harry weakly smiled, "Leave the guests some food too, yeah?"

Ron shrugged. His hair clashed horribly with his red sherwani but he still looked good in them.

But Harry. His sherwani wasn't even here yet! He had spilled some juice on it ten minutes ago and Hermione had scolded him for it before taking it away to dry it off before it ruined the expensive material.