Aroura

The Wedding

The day of Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy's wedding dawned with a crisp, golden glow. The late autumn air was cool, but the atmosphere was warm with anticipation and joy. The ceremony was held at a picturesque manor on the outskirts of London, surrounded by sprawling gardens that seemed to shimmer under the enchantments cast by a team of skilled wizards. This wasn't just a wedding; it was a celebration of love that had conquered time, challenges, and an impossible past. ---
Inside the bridal suite, Hermione stood before a full-length mirror, her dress glowing softly in the morning light. The gown was breathtaking—a blend of classic and modern, with delicate lace detailing over the bodice and flowing layers of silk that trailed behind her like a cloud. 

Ginny fussed with Hermione's veil while Jean Granger wiped away a tear, her pride palpable.

"You look stunning, Hermione," Ginny said, stepping back to admire her work.

"Mum, what do you think?" Hermione asked, turning to her mother.

Jean smiled warmly. "You're the most beautiful bride I've ever seen, sweetheart."

Lyra and Scorpius, dressed in their wedding finery, burst into the room at that moment. Lyra was in a lavender dress with a flower crown, while Scorpius looked dashing in a tiny tuxedo.

"Mummy!" Lyra gasped, her eyes wide. "You look like a princess!"

Hermione laughed, bending down to hug her daughter. "Thank you, love."

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Meanwhile, in another wing of the manor, Draco was pacing in his tailored black suit, his nerves bubbling under the surface. Harry stood nearby, tying his tie and grinning.

"Relax, Malfoy. She said yes, remember?" Harry teased.

Draco shot him a glare, but there was no real malice in it. "This isn't about her saying yes. This is about not messing up the most important day of her life."

Ron, leaning casually against the wall, smirked. "You'll be fine. Just don't faint. Hermione will kill you if you ruin her dress."

Draco chuckled despite himself. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, Weasley." ---
The ceremony was held in the garden under a grand archway of enchanted white roses and golden leaves. Guests filled the seats, a mix of familiar faces from Hogwarts, the Ministry, and 

Hermione and Draco's lives over the years.

When the music began to play, everyone turned to see Lyra and Scorpius walking down the aisle, scattering flower petals with giggles and grins. Behind them, Ginny and Harry walked arm in arm, followed by Ron escorting Jean.

Then, the moment everyone had been waiting for.

Hermione appeared, her arm linked with Harry and Ron as she began her walk down the aisle. Gasps rippled through the crowd as they took in her beauty, her smile radiant as her eyes locked with Draco's.

Draco felt his breath catch in his chest. She was stunning, more beautiful than he had ever imagined. And when their eyes met, everything else faded away.

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The ceremony was officiated by Kingsley Shacklebolt, who had become a dear friend to both Hermione and Draco.

Draco took Hermione's hands in his, his voice steady but full of emotion as he spoke his vows.

"Hermione, you've shown me a world I never thought I could belong to—a world of love, kindness, and second chances. You are my everything—my partner, my best friend, the mother of my children, and the love of my life. I promise to stand by you, to cherish you, and to love you with every fiber of my being for the rest of our lives."

Hermione's eyes glistened with tears as she replied, her voice soft but sure.

"Draco, you are proof that people can change, that love can heal even the deepest wounds. You've given me more than I ever dreamed of—two beautiful children, a life filled with love, and a partner who challenges and inspires me every day. I promise to love you, to stand beside you, and to build a future with you, always and forever."

Kingsley smiled. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Draco wasted no time, pulling Hermione close and kissing her deeply as the crowd erupted into cheers. ---
The reception was a joyous affair, held under a grand enchanted tent that sparkled with lights and floating candles. The tables were adorned with arrangements of white roses and golden accents, and a live band played a mix of wizarding and Muggle tunes.

Lyra and Scorpius stole the show on the dance floor, dragging their parents to join them for an impromptu family dance. Ginny and Harry twirled together, Ron and Luna shared a laugh at the punch table, and even Jean Granger found herself swept up in the revelry.

Later in the evening, Draco pulled Hermione aside, his hand resting gently on her waist.

"Mrs. Malfoy," he murmured, his voice full of wonder. "How does it feel?"

Hermione smiled, leaning into him. "It feels perfect."

Draco kissed her again, under the twinkling lights and surrounded by the people they loved.

For the first time in both their lives, they felt complete. Together, they had found their forever.