Draco couldn't believe how he had managed to get here. Here of all places. All dressed up to watch the woman he loved marry another man. Not just another man, but the ginger for god's sake. She had to have better taste in men than that fool. She had to know that he was never going to make her happy, not the way Draco would have. Ron was not her intellectual equal. Ron was not her equal in any way. Where she was kindhearted and gentle, he was judgmental and short-tempered. She was the brightest witch of her age and he had barely graduated from Hogwarts. He bossed her around all the time and treated her like a slave. If only she had just woken up and realized that it was him, Draco, that she deserved. Her intellectual equal; someone who was working on being kinder and would never in a million years try to tell her what to do; someone who had loved her since that horrific night at the Malfoy Manor, the night that changed his life forever. These past few years as they had grown closer and she had started to forgive him he thought: maybe. Maybe she will wake up one day and realize that she had never loved Ron, just the adventures they shared together. Maybe she'll figure out that it was really Draco whom she loved and they would ride off into the sunset together. But no. That day never came. He had spent four years pinning after a woman who had never loved him and could never love him. But, today, as he sat in his designated chair at the Weasley house, with all of her loved ones surrounding him, he started to let go. It was about time too. He had never given up hope. Not when they had their first kiss, not when they had said "I love you", not even when they had gotten engaged had he ever given up hope. But, as he heard the orchestra start to play, he felt that last sliver of hope start to slither away. As she emerged, in her all-encompassing beauty, he felt his heart ache. As she walked down the aisle, he felt a piercing in his heart. As she smiled at the man she would spend the rest of her life with, he felt his heart break into a million pieces. And as he heard her say "I do", he felt that last shred of hope disappear.