Quiant
It's a quiet affair, their wedding.
She's slimmed down a bit, grown her hair out, and had a bit of work done thanks to her twentieth birthday present. He's still a slimy git, content with his doings in life, but he's trying: not for her, but for her family and for them.
She walks down the aisle, her simple dress that skims over her still overtly large stomach and 'thunder-thighs' just trailing the ground. On her face is a sour expression, because she stepped on something – some kind of chewing gum – on her way off the hippogriff.
He watches her, eyes trained on her face, her eyes, her lovely lips, and he falls a little more in love.
There are only two guests – because they want to prove that this is for them and not for 'them' – and Millicent and Marcus are okay with that.
Their vows are said, she even smiles a bit and it doesn't crack her face in two, and they kiss and fireworks explode around them as they do.
It's a quiet affair, their wedding, only the two of them and a hundred galleons spent, but it's just what they needed, because now they're bound, in law and heart and head, for life and forever.
For 2012 Mew and Mor's Weird Pairings competition My het pairing and my drabble.