The Story of Venice Evans

8 Years Later

"Ginny, you're making it too tight!" Venice said to Ginny as she was tightening her dress. "Venice, if you really want to hide those cauldron cakes you ate yesterday, you'd better suck it up!" Ginny exclaimed. Venice laughed, and focused on herself in the mirror. She looked more beautiful than she ever had in her opinion. The white lace dress she was wearing fell down to her feet. It was very flowy, as was the veil she was going to wear. "Ok, Venice. You ready?" Ginny asked softly, laying the crown that held the veil in place on Venice's head. "I guess now is the time," Venice replied, taking a big breath. She was nervous. More nervous than she had ever been. Ginny signalled for her to walk into the hallway. It was deserted, but chatting and sounds of voices could be heard from the room in front of them. But the faces that owned the voices were blocked by big oak doors which towered in front of Venice and Ginny.

Ginny gave Venice a look of questioning, and Venice nodded in return. With a swoop of Ginny's wand, the doors creaked open, revealing a large group of people sitting on benches. They all stood up and looked back at Venice and Ginny. Soft music started to play. Venice grabbed Ginny's arm, and they started to walk. It seemed like it took forever to reach the front, where up the steps and to her left stood Hermione Granger and Luna Lovegood, both wearing the same light mint green bridesmaid dress as Ginny.
Up and to her right stood Theodore Nott, and Blaise Zabini, both in sharp black tuxedos, with mint green accents. Finally, Venice looked in front of her once Ginny joined Harry on the front bench. There stood a man with familiar platinum-blonde hair. His tux had a white rose on it. Venice smiled at him, and carefully went up the steps to join him.

Draco grabbed Venice's hands and looked her in the eyes. They were twinkling, much like the beautiful gown she was wearing. He knew he didn't deserve her. Every morning when he woke up with her on his side, he wondered why she stuck with him all these years. "Do you, Venice Scorpius Evans, take Draco Lucius Malfoy to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health?" The preacher asked, snapping Draco out of his train of thought. "I do," she said softly. "Do you, Draco Lucius Malfoy, take Venice Scorpius Evans to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health?" He then asked. "I do," Draco responded, looking at Venice. "You may now kiss the bride!" The preacher squeaked. Draco leant forward and placed his lips on Venice's, and kissed her. A large cheer came from all the people. Draco grabbed Venice's hand, and led her back down the aisle.

The reception, Venice thought, was the best part. Everyone was laughing, eating, drinking, and having a good time. There wasn't a worry in the world about Death Eaters, Voldemort, or the over-running of the ministry anymore. Everybody put those memories behind them, and focused on the future. Venice was just happy to be alive.

"To Venice and Draco Malfoy!" Luna then shouted in the loudest voice Venice had ever heard her use. Everyone raised their glasses, and cheered. "So, Mrs. Malfoy! How are things?" George Weasley said, smiling. Smiling was now rarer when it came to George, for obvious reasons. "Good, I'd say," Venice answered. Angelina Johnson came over and kissed George. "Venice, my congratulations go to you!" She said. "Thank you so much," Venice returned. Venice walked over to where Draco was sitting, and sat down beside him. She kissed him, and led him to the dance floor.