Why? - a Drarry Fanfic

Epilogue

Draco

Pansy starts messing with my robes. "Stand still, you prat! You have to look perfect!" she exclaims.

"Pansy, it's fucking dress robes. They looks fine. You're going to get chocolate on it!" I say when I see the chocolate wrapper on her chair. "This is white, damn you!"

"I will not!"

"Will too!"

"Will not!"

"Will too-"

Blaise cuts us off by wrapping an arm around my shoulder, his other arm wrapping around Pansy's. "Don't you just love us, Drakie? See the shit we get into?"

"Remember when we rode our brooms at like, one in the morning!?" Pansy exclaims. "You were crying like a baby when you heard a werewolf! And it wasn't a werewolf! It was a stray dog!"

"I was twelve. Leave me alone."

Pansy punches my arm. "No."

"Merlin, you two are going to be the death of me..."

"You know it!" Blaise exclaims.

"Okay, okay, calm your tits."

This just causes both of them to burst out laughing. Pansy actually wipes her eyes.

"If you three are done being man children," Sev says, standing from his seat. "You have a wedding to get to." He puts down his champagne and walks over to me. Looking me up and down, he smiles. 

"You've grown up so much..." he says softly.

"You did a great job raising me."

He glances up at me with doubt.

"Don't give me that. You were more of a father than anyone else was, and I'm proud to consider you my dad now."

"And I'm proud to call you my son, Dragon. Now lets go, it's about to start. You get to marry the Gryffindor prat of your dreams."

I laugh. "You know you love Gryffindors, you're at our house every Saturday for movie night. Don't deny it!"

His face goes red as Blaise and Pansy burst out laughing. "Shu-Shuddup! I have a reputation, you know!!"

I laugh. "Alright, it's about to start anyway."

Just as we're all about to go to the altar, Ron rushes in, looking panicked.

"Harry needs you," he says quickly once he spots me. "Like, now."

"You guys go take your places," I say. "Where is he, Ron?"

"Bathroom, second floor."

I run from the small tent I'm in the Weasley house. I shoot up the stairs, and stop when I reach the bathroom. I knock before I enter.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?"

He's sitting on the toilet, pulling at his hair slightly. I pull his hands away and let him grip one of mine with both of his. I use my free hand to brush some hair out of his face and caress his cheek.

"'M sorry, it's just..."

"What, what's wrong?"

"W-What if something goes wrong!? What i-if I trip wh-while I walk down the aisle, o-or I vomit, o-or slip on ice and break something, or I-I panic and stutter a-and make a mess of everything!?"

I was like this a half hour ago... Pansy almost slapped me to make me shut it.

"It's going to be okay. You are not going to trip, you are not going to vomit, you are not going to slip on ice, and you could never make a mess out of this. Even if you do trip, even if you do vomit, this is going to be the best day of our lives."