Luna bit her lip as she stared in confusion at the cup which Ginny had given to her,

"It makes your headache less painful," she smiled.

"Remind me never to drink again," Luna moaned rubbing her temple.

"Luna, you say this every week and then when it comes to the weekend-"

"-Well, you're not doing a very good job of reminding me then are you?" She interrupted. Ginny just smiled as she went and cleaned the dishes.

"In all fairness, it was my hen do," she added while drying a bowl. Luna looked up at her and smiled,

"Why don't you use magic, it'd be much quicker?"

"I've got nothing else to do. It's either dry the dishes or listen to you complain about your bloody headache," Ginny grinned. Luna just rolled my eyes and took a sip of the drink which Ginny had given to her.

"Do you feel any-" but before Ginny could finish her sentence Luna ran out of the kitchen into the bathroom, "-better?" she shouted, laughing.

"Shut up," Luna yelled, resting her head on the porcelain tiles. Ginny pushed open the door, smiling gently,

"Rememdium," Ginny muttered pointing her wand at Luna, she suddenly felt loads better.

"Why didn't you do that in the first place?" She exclaimed, squinting her eyes at Ginny.

"I've got to have some fun while I can; I'm getting married tomorrow if you remember. I need something to take my mind off it!" Ginny giggled. Suddenly her eyes widened and her body froze, "I'm getting married tomorrow-". Luna stood up and walked over to her, placing her hands on her small petite shoulders,

"Earth to Gin-Gin," Luna smiled. Ginny suddenly blinked, staring up at her.

"I'M GETTING MARRIED TOMORROW!" she screamed jumping up and down in excitement. "Tomorrow I will be known as Mrs Ginny Potter,"

"Actually it'll be Mrs Ginevra Molly Potter," Ginny sent daggers Luna's way,

"Don't call me that! I've told Harry to make the vicar just call me 'Ginny', why in the name of Merlin would my mother name me Ginevra?" Ginny shuddered. Luna just laughed, walking out of the bathroom.

The next morning, Luna was woken up by an unstable Ginny. Both Ginny and Luna had stopped over night at the hotel which was a few blocks away from the church.

"I can't do it," Ginny screamed, throwing a pillow at Luna's face. She woke up, half dazed half still asleep.

"Do what?" Luna muttered, wiping my eyes.

"Eat this ham sandwich, Luna. What on earth do you think I'm talking about, marrying Harry of course?" Ginny shouted, pacing back and fourth in front of her.

"Calm down," Luna whispered, "It's natural to have nerves-"

"-This isn't nerves! This is suicide! I can't do it, Luna, I just can't!"

Luna stood up and walked over to Ginny, taking hold of her hands,

"Gin, breathe in, 1, 2, 3, breathe out, 1, 2, 3," she repeated trying to comfort her. "Have you calmed?" Ginny nodded her head silently. "Good, now sit down and I'll take care of your hair and makeup."

"Are you sure it'll look okay?" Ginny whispered, tears filling in her eyes.

"Don't you trust me?" Luna smiled, smiling at our reflection in the mirror.

"Today's the day, mate," Ron muttered walking into Harry's room.

"Thanks for being my Best Man; I know this must be weird,"

"No weirder than- okay yeah, it is kind of weird," Ron smiled.

"How do I look?" Harry asked, straightening his tie.

"Like a smug prick who's marrying my sister," Ron joked. Harry laughed, walking over to his ginger friend.

"Well, in ten minutes the beginning of the rest of my life shall begin," Harry said, looking at his watch.

"Are you nervous?" Ron asked, as the two of them left the room.

"Unbelievably, I'm more nervous than when I had to go meet Voldemort in the forbidden forest-"

"-Aye, don't you go comparing marrying my sister to a situation where you thought you were going to die," Ron scowled.

"You know what I mean," Harry sighed. "Just the thought of becoming part of the Weasley family, terrifying," he added with a smug smile.

"We're not all bad, it's just Percy, he's the prat of the family," Ron grinned.

"Do you Harry James Potter take Ginevra-"

"-Harry!" Ginny interrupted, the church filled with laughter including from the vicar.

"Do you Harry James Potter take Ginny," she gave a small nod of approval, "Molly Weasley to be your wife? Will you love her, comfort and keep her, and forsaking all other remains true to her as long as you both shall live?"

Harry pretended to have to think,

"I do," Harry grinned; Ginny instantly had the look of relief wash over her face.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride," the Vicar announced. Harry leant in and kissed Ginny, sweeping her off her feet. The church filled with applause as Ginny's face went redder than her hair.

"This man right here," Ron slurred, pointing at Harry, "This man right here is my best friend. I love him more than I love Hermione," he blurted out. The hall filled with laughter, especially from the look which Hermione and Ginny gave one another. "I remember when we first met on the train, I was like "Bloody hell you're 'Arry Potter!", and the rest is history." Ron smiled.

Hermione whispered at Ron, "Ronald, sit down, you're drunk-"

"-This woman right here! When we first met she was a bushy haired know it all," Ron laughed. Hermione went red, and put her face into her hands. "I didn't realise though, that, that she would be the love of my life," Ron smiled turning to Hermione. "I really do love you 'Mione,"

"And I do you, now sit down," she hissed before pulling him off the stage.

"Ron Weasley, Best Man everybody," George commented.

Luna stared at the glass of water which Ginny had given to her,

"You told me that you weren't drinking," she smiled with a smug look.

"You know I never keep my word!" Luna whined, squinting my eyes. Ginny pulled out her wand and with a simple flick it was fire whiskey,

"I know," she smiled before going off to Harry.

As Luna sat there, drinking another glass of fire whiskey she watched as couples when onto the floor, dancing hand in hand. She let out a sigh, somewhat with envy of those who had someone to dance with, someone to care for.

"Luna Lovegood, is that you?" A deep voice asked in surprise. Luna turned her head to see Draco Malfoy standing in front of her, he certainly had matured. His famous sleeked back hair was now free from any hair products and was also a little longer. He wasn't the 'skinny little twig', as Ron sometimes called him; he had muscle and lots of it.

"D-Draco?" Luna hiccupped. He gave a warm smile and sat down next to her, "what are you doing here?" she asked.

"I'm good friends with Harry, shocked? Yes, I can tell by your reaction," Draco laughed. "We both work at the ministry; I've been away though on a mission in Australia trying to catch some, well, you know what aurors do." Draco smiled, "Anyway, I've just moved back to London for a while and he invited me so I thought, why not? What about you?"

"What about me?" Luna asked, drinking another glass of fire whiskey.

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh," she muttered, "I'm, erm, I'm, I'm best friend's with Ginny. Maid of Honour," she hiccupped.

"Ah," he replied, he then glanced over to Ron, "You do know the tradition about the Maid of Honour and the Best Man, don't you?" he smirked with a mischievous smile. Luna felt herself go red in the face,

"He's with Hermione," She replied, breaking eye contact from Draco.

"I know, I'm just joking. I must say Lovegood, you've certainly changed from when I last saw you."

"What? When you were trying to kill us all?" Luna commented, she suddenly threw her hands over her mouth, "I'm so sorry-"

"-its fine, Loony," Draco winked, "I deserve it but I have changed or else Harry wouldn't have invited me. What I meant though was, we've been talking for the past ten minutes and not once have your eyes glazed over." Luna let out a small laugh, looking at Draco. She had never noticed how nice his eyes were,
"I mean seriously? Were they always like that? Glistening like perfect little diamonds," Luna thought to herself while staring at him.

"So, what are you doing with your life, Luna? Still running the Quibbler?" Draco asked, while getting a Fire Whiskey off the waiter.

"Well, no, after the "Crumple-Horned Snorkack" horn turned out to actually be an "Erumpent" horn, I realized that maybe people were right about the Quibbler. I work in a card factory now," Luna smiled, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Shame," Draco muttered, "I found it quite attractive when you spoke about those, 'Nargles' was it?"

"Draco!" Luna exclaimed, her eyes widening, looking around hoping no one had heard.

"What? We're adults, Luna. We're only having a laugh, it's a wedding for Merlin's sake," Draco smirked. He glanced up to see people were dancing; he noticed how Luna's eyes were also watching.

"Would you like to dance?" Draco smiled, holding out his hand.

"Who? Me?" Luna asked, looking around.

"Obviously, Lovegood," Draco smirked.

"Erm, well, okay," she replied before downing the rest of her Fire Whiskey.

Luna took Draco's hand and was led onto the dance floor, amongst the other couples. She rested her head on his shoulder while the disco ball changed different colours,

"You're the most beautiful woman here," Draco whispered in Luna's ear. She felt her skin tingle from the heat of Draco's breath. She ignored his comment and carried on dancing. Draco ran his fingers through Luna's long, blonde locks,

"I've always wanted to do that," Draco smiled, wrapping a lock around his index finger. Luna felt her heart flutter at just the sound of Draco's voice,

"Why?" she whispered, her arms wrapped around tightly around Draco's neck.

"I don't know," Draco admitted, "Probably because I've always wondered if it's just as soft as your lips,"

"How would you know how soft-?" but before Luna could finish her sentence, Draco had crashed his lips against hers.

A/N- this is my first ever fanfiction so please could you leave me a review on what you thought of it? :)