Ridiculous

Dancing by the Light of the Moon

Written for HerTaintedQuill's challenge: Draco and Cho on their wedding night.

A/N: Guess what? I don't own Harry Potter.

He had never felt happier in his life.

It was a cheesy saying, especially when used to describe the ex-Slytherin and former Death Eater.

But it was true.

Sitting at the long table, (one end decorated in blue and bronze, the other in silver and green respective to the bride and groom) he couldn't help but marvel at all that he had gained, and all that had changed in the past eight years.

"Quiet, please," Blaise Zabini said clearly, tapping his glass to get every one's attention. Once the room was silent, he began his Best Man speech.

"I think it is customary for the Best Man to joke about, and reveal hidden secrets about the groom. However, I think that many of you would agree with me in not taking this route, considering who the groom actually is." This gained a laugh from the guests. The groom just smiled.

"So, I thought I would instead reflect on the time that I have known Draco, and will leave out anything scandalous, misleading, or likely to cause a Bat Bogey Hex on anyone here."

"I first met Draco, all five foot of him, on the Hogwarts Express, after an interesting departure from home. I thought to myself "I wonder If his hair really is that colour," and voiced my opinions. I now know that even an eleven year old boy can throw a good punch. I chose to ignore this boy, and succeeded in the ball part until the infamous sorting hat decided that we both should be in Slytherin." A small cheer went up at the house's name, but was quickly smothered by the boos and hisses from the various other guests, most of whom were Gryffindor or Ravenclaw (notably led by a medium height red head with a brunette woman sat next to him). Draco just smiled.

"Now, the years went by fairly uneventfully, but there are one or two things I feel should be mentioned," Blaise continued. "First off, a notable event, when the dear Hermione Granger gave old Draco a slap in the face, after a particular incident that I think most of you are aware of, so I shall not delve into the story." Hermione blushed an absolute scarlet, whereas Harry, Ron, Draco, Cho, and various other guests burst out laughing. Eight years had changed a lot for the group of friends.

"Another time was when he was, as a punishment, transfigured into a ferret and thrown about in the presence of his arch enemy, infamously providing him with a nick-name, which sticks to this day!" Draco laughed, remembering the day.

"But, I think the most memorable moment of the time I've known Draco here, was when, the year after we all graduated, I woke in my flat to find a man sprawled on the floor of my kitchen, wearing nothing but a fluffy pink thong, day glow paint smeared across his chest and hair that somehow overnight had changed from blonde to fluorescent green- needless to say, he didn't feel very well at all." Uproarious laughter erupted as many remembered the night they had gone to a party and Draco had become spectacularly pissed. Draco blushed, and hid his face. His wife next to him- he couldn't believe he could now officially call her that- patted his head.

"So," Blaise concluded, "In honour of the marriage of our Draco, the slimy ferret boy with very silly hair, to the beautiful Cho, I ask you to raise your glasses. To Draco and Cho!" A huge cheered erupted, and Draco stood to give his Best Man a hug.

"Thanks, Blaise." He said in his ear before sitting down again.

And then the evening went by, with hugs and dances, and the sharing of stories as the day drew to a close. As Draco said good bye to the guests as he and his wife made their way to the limo waiting for them, he couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging, of happiness and love.

Something he had never felt as one feeling.

"Draco?" Cho's eyes sought out her husband's, her hand on his face. "Are you ready?" she said, as always making sure he was alright, or happy, or ready to do whatever they were about to do.

"Yes, I'm fine, thank you. Are you?" He replied. She answered simply by turning her back to the crowd, and throwing her bouquet as hard as she possibly could, and turned to see who had caught it. Draco laughed and kissed her, and a screech pierced the evening as Ginny Weasley held up the gorgeous bunch of flowers, which had been hexed to change colour depending on who caught the bouquet, to represent the house colours of her future husband. Predictably, they turned red and gold. Everyone laughed as a look of mock dread crossed Harry's face. Draco saluted his friend, and picked up his wife, much to her surprise.

"Draco!" she squealed. He just kissed her again, and ducked into the car. He loved her beyond belief. But, right now, he just wanted to love her in every way possible. The cheers of the crowd grew dim as they hurtled away into the darkness.

-o-

Draco woke in the middle of the night, sprawled across a bed. It took him a moment to remember where he was, but as soon as he did he was overcome by a wave of happiness. Lips, skin and fabric made the most perfect memory he would ever had. He bathed in the bliss of the moment, until he realised that his wife was not next to him. He guessed she would be getting a glass of water, so he got up and walked to the kitchen of their private villa. As he reached the kitchen, he looked out of the French doors, which were open and letting a gentle breeze into the room. He shivered, and grabbed the shirt which was casually discarded over the draining board, and wrapped it around his body. He walked out of the doors, straight onto the beach that was the back garden of the villa.

He spotted her, sat by the water's edge, the moonlight reflecting off her skin and hair, which was loose and resting on her back. He walked to her, mesmerized by her beauty, and how he was stupid enough not have realised it sooner. He didn't say anything as he sat down fearing he would say something to wreck the moment in the moonlight. She turned, and smiled at him, resting her head on his shoulder. He looped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. They just sat there, watching the water.

"Dance with me." Draco said, startling Cho.

"What?" She said, surprised by the offer.

"Dance with me, under the moonlight." He mentally kicked himself. Cheese, anyone?

"O-okay..." Cho said, and got to her feet, pulling Draco with her.

Pressed against each other they danced slowly on the beach, and Cho let out a soft sigh. He kissed her on her head, but soon found her lips. She kissed him greedily.

"I love you," He whispered on her lips.

"I love you." She whispered back, as they gradually moved back into the house.

A/N: So, I didn't want it too graphic (maybe a wedding night one should be, I don't know) so here it is. PLEASE REVIEW! I BEG OF YOU! PLEASE!

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