You Belong With Me / Jon Snow / Davina Targaryen (3)

62. Enchanting

"Draco and Arya are getting married." Davina declared. Draco had manned up and asked Arya and she of course said yes. 

Davina's wedding had gone fabulously, if she did say so herself, which of course she did, so Draco and arya both agreed to leave it to Davina to handle their wedding. 

"No, no, no!" Davina declared snapping her fingers at Ghost and Nymeria. "No wrestling beside the baby." 

"No!" Taelon shook his little head reaching for Ghost. 

"You could get smushed." Davina corrected picking him up. "Hey!" Davina snapped at the staff much like she did at the wolves when they were not listening. "I told you people about a million times already-"

"Davina, Davina," Jon cooed running up to her. "Relax. They just want to say I do and get to the bed chamber, just like us." Jon reminded her kissing her cheek. 

"But he's my little brother, I want it to be special." 

"It will be because lets face it, our wedding, I only saw you." Jon remarked. "I dont think it matters if any of us are actually there." Jon added. 

"What?" Davina demanded. 

"Draco is so in love with Arya that he is only going to see her, just like I only see you." Jon clarified. Davina leaned into him, Taelon whined between them. 

"Tell Ghost to play outside." Davina requested. "Him and Nymeria love Taelon, -of course they do- " she cooed kissing Taelon's little head. "But they play to hard around him, he is going to get hurt and even if Draco doesnt care, I'm making tomorrow perfect for them." Jon took Taelon and Davina headed off. 

Nora jumped up, excited. Asking if they were here yet. Said she saw Robb and really want to know where her boys were. When she found out Bran and rickon were not here her little heart plummeted.

"Bran made this for me." Arya remarked, touching her hair.

" he's gotten really good at crafting and woodworking." Nora agreed.

" he's made you so many gifts over the years. I finally got one." Arya offered.

" he didn't forget about you, Nora." Robb assured, coming up to them. Arya ran to him, hugging him tight. Robb handed over a little parcel in North stared down at it.

" I wanted him here." she whispered, taking the parcel and holding it close to her heart.

"Arya you are not even ready." Sansa remarked. "Come on I will help you!"

"Draco, honey are your brothers helping you finish getting ready?" Avalon questioned. Draco looked down at his clothes forgetting he wasnt ready yet. He nodded running back into his chambers. "They grow up so fast." Avalon remarked leaning into Tywin.

"Yet none of them left us." Tywin mused. Avalon swatted a hand at him.

"I would hate it if they left." Avalon corrected. "and you dont want Davina leaving, you hated letting her go when she married Jon and she didnt leave." Avalon reminded him. Tywin shrugged. 

"Mum!" Davina begged. "Take Taelon I need to change into something without vomit." Avalon reached out for her grandson as Davina ran off.

"Hello honey, I know what are you thinking my little fire breathing lion," Avalon cooed bouncing Taelon in her arms. "This looks like a fun dress to spit up on but you are wrong, keep all bodily fluids to yourself." Avalon requested touching his chest. Taelon smiled, sticking his tongue out at her.

"Fire breathing lion." Jon chuckled coming up to them.

"Wow." Sansa remarked taking a step back.

"What?" Arya demanded.

"Nothing, you just look good." Sansa offered.

"Are you saying I didnt look good before?" Arya sassed.

"You dressed like a boy." Sansa agreed. Arya rolled her eyes. "I'm glad you have draco. He's a good guy." Sansa offered.

"Thanks." Arya agreed. 

"You look beautiful Arya, Draco is going to have a heart attack when he sees you... I can't believe how grown up you got." Jon remarked softly. Arya blushed turning her cheek. 

"I'm still me!" Arya assured. 

"Yeah I know." Jon agreed ruffling her hair. 

"Hey! Davina worked hard on my hair, you dont want to face her fury when she has to fix it again." Arya warned. 

"Good point." Jon agreed. Arya glanced to Sansa. 

"You still pining after Tyon?"

"We are totally dating." Sansa informed her.

"You are totally not dating, he is juggling women." Arya corrected. "Playing the field, he doesnt want commitment, he wants fun. YOu dont know how to have fun, you are going to lose him." Arya decided. "Just some sisterly advice from the soon to be married-" Arya tossed her hair over her shoulder. "- and madly in love very mature woman in the room."

"Very mature." Jon agreed. 

"Alright, everyone ready? Where is my baby boy!" Avalon declared. "Oh honey you look so handsome." Avalon remarked.

"I'm going to die alone." Kelsea decided.

"The love of my life is in winterfell." Nora countered. "I'm going to die alone." Kelsea looked to Nora as she fingered the little ring on her finger. "Bran made it for me. So its like our wedding too." Kelsea sighed heavily wrapping an arm around her little sisters shoulders.

"You are going to be just fine Nora. I'm going to die alone." Kelsea murmured.

"Thanks dad." Arya said as he led her to the doors, to be led down the aisle, to her future husband.

"I'm really happy you and draco found each other." Ned remarked. "He is a lucky boy, to have my favorite girl." Arya smiled sheepishly back at him.

"Why are you staring at me?" Arya questioned.

"I have never seen you in a dress before." ned admitted.

"Well dont get used to it." Arya assured. "I wanted to surprise Draco." she added softly.

"You look so beautiful Arya."

"Thanks Dad." arya leaned into him as the doors pushed open and everyone rose up. Dracos jaw dropped. Draco pointed at her and Arya blushed, laughing out.

"Thats my girl." Draco declared in case anyone forgot. He ran down the steps and took Arya's arm from Ned, she hooked her arm with Dracos as he led her up the steps. "You look..." he was at a loss for words, she left him speechless with her crippling beauty. "Enchanting." Arya smiled kissing him.

"You look very kissable." Arya added.

"You want to test that?" Draco pondered.

"I do." Arya agreed kissing him, her hands pulled on his shirt keeping his lips on her as if his lips would be anywhere else.