Will he love you like I loved you?
Will he tell you everyday?
Will he make you feel invincible with every word he says?
Can you promise me that this is right?
Please don't throw everything away.
Can you do all these things?
Will you do all these things, like we used to?
She looked absolutely beautiful, she did. Right now, I just wanted to jump in there, and kiss her in front of everyone. But I couldn't do that. That wouldn't be right. She had every right to be happy, she deserved that much, and if Weasel-Bee were to be the reason for that happiness, what right did I have to get in their way?
I only had myself to blame for losing her anyway.
She was the best decision I've made my whole life, but guess what I did? Yeah. I'm not going to go into the gore-y details anymore, but needless to say, I screwed up. She never really used to care when I did, she'd just… find it in her heart to forgive me for being the prat I was, and she never really did take that against me – according to her, 'It's the way you are, Draco. I can't do anything to change that, just accept it.'
But it isn't as if she didn't have a limit. Everyone did, and one day, it hit me hard, and she left.
Gods, if I'd do anything to bring those times back – I probably wouldn't have fucked around as much as I did. Maybe I'd be the one at the end of the aisle today, and not Weasel. Everyone always told me she was a mistake, and I know my mother certainly thought it was – but if falling in love with Granger was a mistake, I'll gladly do it again and again.
Would he watch her favorite 'movies'? Would he hold her when she cries? Will she tell him all her favorite parts when she's seen them a million times? Will he sing to all her music, or even dance to it in the rain? Will he do all those things, like we used to?
They've finished their vows. He leans and kisses her, she who could've been mine.
And if she could promise me that this was the way it should be, and that she wasn't just throwing us away, then… congratulations, Ronald Weasley…or whatever the hell your name is, you have just made off with the woman I loved the most.
And I could only hope that you, Ronald, could do everything we did, like we used to.
