Demolition Lovers | A Draco Malfoy Fanfiction | Sequel to Cemetery Drive

Chapter 6

How my baby brother's wedding had come around so quickly, I truly did not know. With Madeleine, Darcy, myself and Arabella dressed and ready, we were preparing ourself to walk down the aisle. Madeleine was giving Edward away and they were both stood together, nervously chattering. I held my daughter's hand as she stood next to me, her motor skills improving rapidly less than two weeks away from her first birthday. Darcy sauntered up to us, clutching her skirt in his hands. We were all wearing dresses made from pale yellow chiffon, my daughter's made of the same material. Edward's black suit was complemented by a tie of the same colour as our dresses and I was sure Tyler was wearing the same, despite not having seen him yet. A smartly dressed lady appeared beside us with a warm smile. 

"It's time."

I pulled Arabella up into my arms and took Darcy's hand in mine. The two of us walked down the aisle, the music swelling around us. As we reached the front and smiled at the boys that were gathered, Madeleine and Edward started to head down the aisle. Tyler's face lit up when he saw his fiance. The look in his eyes made it look as though Edward was his whole world. I guessed he probably was. Darcy and I took our seats on the front row, Arabella sitting quietly on my lap. She waved to her older brother who was sat beside Draco on the other side of the aisle with the other groomsmen. As we turned our attention to the aisle, a tear was brought to my eye when I saw my sister walking her twin brother down the aisle. If only our parents could have been here to see this day. The tears welling in my younger brother's eyes made my heart contract. As much shit as we had all been through, we were happy now and we had next to nothing to worry about anymore. Casting my gaze over the other guests in the room, I could see Elisa, Ron and their children sat between them. Beside them were a few girls I vaguely recognised from school who had been in Edward and Tyler's year and sat in front of them were Travis and Diana Lovell. I smiled at them as they waved subtly, pride blossoming across their faces. Travis and Diana had acted as a second set of parents to my younger siblings during and after the war and I couldn't have been more grateful to them for it. Silence fell over the room and we all turned to face the two men stood before us all. I adjusted Arabella on my lap as a lady rose from behind them and began the ceremony. 

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Pulling Edward into a tight hug as we followed the last guests out of the room, I had to hold my tears in. They were finally married. Edward and Tyler Avondale. As the two of them hurried off to have some photos taken, Draco and I found each other in the crowd. As my husband wrapped an arm around my waist, he took our daughter from me, freeing up both my arms. I smiled as I leaned into his side, memories flooding through me of our wedding and just how long ago that had been. Watching Dorian run into Tiberius's arms made me realise just how much we had missed having my twin brother in our lives, even when we didn't know it. It was in that moment that in spite of, or perhaps because of, the amount of people we had lost in the war, family was the most important thing and there was no way I would ever lose a single one of them again. 

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Just under a week had passed since Arabella had turned one and the day had come for her birthday party. Elisa, Madeleine and I had arranged for Cassiopeia, William, Oliver and Arabella to have a joint party with a prince and princess theme. Ron, James and Draco had teased us to no end that our children wouldn't remember the party so all of this effort we were putting in was fruitless, to a point. But we knew they found it endearing and once Draco saw just how cute Arabella looked in her princess dress he would stop teasing entirely. 

Elisa, Madeleine and I had enlisted the boys to dress the rooms with the decorations we had provided while we ferried all of our children upstairs and got them dressed. There were too many children to count, what with the rest of Elisa's and Dorian on top of the four birthday children. The costumes were levitating in the air around us so that we could all see each of them and know whose was whose. As I waved my wand at the prince's costume that was Dorian's I attempted to bounce a crying Arabella in my other arm. 

"Dorian, baby, will you put this on all by yourself please, mummy needs to sort out your sister."

My son nodded and took his costume from me, sitting down on the floor as he attempted to change. Juliet wandered over to help him and I sighed with relief, knowing that I could focus entirely on my daughter. Laying Arabella down, I Accioed her favourite toy and handed it to her. This seemed to drastically calm her down as she stopped crying and I was able to waved my wand at her dress that was floating above my head. Already, there were considerably less costumes in the room and many of Elisa's children were dressed and ready, sitting together in a corner. Dorian was sat with them and I smiled at him. He looked so cute. Pulling Arabella's top off over her head, I tried to manoeuvre her arms through the sleeves without her having to let go of her toy and somehow I managed. Trying to remove her trousers with her wriggling around was a feat in itself but just how I was going to redress her was an even bigger question. With her dress in one hand, I lifted her arms over her head and slipped them through the sleeves, once more attempting to keep the toy in her hands. Once she was finally dressed, I looked over to see Madeleine resting a small crown on William's tiny head as Elisa pulled down Cassiopeia's dress. Every single one of our children looked adorable in their get ups. There were only three costumes left levitating in the air when we were done. Elisa and I grinned at Madeleine who waved her wand at the three adult size dresses and before we knew it, the three of us were dressed up in gorgeous ballgowns in pastel colours that complimented the colours our children wore. Lifting up those that could not yet walk, Elisa, Madeleine and I made our way back to the others. When we crossed the threshold into the room we were amazed. Draco, James and Ron had done such a good job at dressing the room that we could stop staring. But they couldn't stop staring at us. The three of them simply stared at us, at their children, utterly speechless. I grinned at Draco as Dorian ran over to him and Arabella struggled in my arms. I set her down on the floor and she crawled over to her father. I was sure it wouldn't be long under she was walking. She grabbed hold of Draco's leg and pulled herself up into a standing position, using one hand to reach for Draco, letting him know she wanted to be picked up. Lifting his daughter into his arms, Draco looked around at us all once more. He was speechless. It was moments like this where I could tell that Draco loved me. That he loved me and our beautiful children. And that only made me love him more.