the reluctant bride | dramione

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Hermione put her hand on Harry's and slowly walked down the aisle. Her snowy white dress fell to the ground, cascading in white rose petals. As she walked past all her friends and family, she remembered what had happened at the beginning of the year. She remembered the times when she wouldn't even talk to Draco, and how he would always look so hurt. She remembered the times when they would yell at each other and their beautiful incredible, gorgeous first kiss. She remembered the times when he would say horrible things about her in school and how it hurt so much. But now looking at him, she couldn't think of anything else, Their eyes were interlocked, and everything around became a blur. She felt Harry let go of her hand and she took his.

Their hands fit perfectly together. Her chocolate eyes contrasted his grey ones. It was like they were made in the skys. The two falling stars orbiting each other, falling together, until they collided. They were the only two people in the room; everyone else had vanished. The only thing that mattered was them.

"Do you Draco Malfoy take Hermione Granger to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do."

Placing his hand upon her cheek, he sighed with content.

"And do you, Hermione Granger, take Draco Malfoy to be your lawfully wedded husband?

"I do."

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

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