"So he told him then?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"And what? How about periwinkle…"

"No, it will wash us all out. And what did he say when he told him?"

"Oh you know, he was just a little bent about me being me and all, but Draco was rather firm in an 'all or nothing' sort of way."

"From what I understand he's rather 'firm' quite often…"

"Ginny Weasley, we are in public! Hush! But yes, he is."

"Right, I see."

"You see what?"

"Nothing, I only wonder if you want someone who hates you to be standing up with you at your wedding."

"It's up to Draco. He doesn't interfere with my choices in bridesmaids, so I don't question his selection of groomsmen. Hand me that yellow one, would you?"

"Yuck, yellow? With my hair? Please. And I suppose I can understand but what if he tries to AK you at the reception?"

"AK me, are you mad? He would never do such a thing, not to mention in a reception full of aurors."

"A reception of half aurors, half former death eaters mind you. He has a good chance of receiving back up. You can never be too sure of anything. Ooh, I like this one!"

"Put it back, I said no red."

"I still can't believe you're actually marrying him."

"He's a good man, Ginny."

"No, Harry is a good man. Malfoy is conflicted and tumultuous and dangerous and… why are you smiling?"

"It's sexy, isn't it?"

"No!"

"Oh yes, you know it is, don't lie."

"Whatever. I still don't like the idea of you becoming what we have hated for so long."

"Domestic?"

"No, a Malfoy!"

"Stop it, really. And I can't say I ever really hated him to be honest. We're madly in love, we're getting married, Blaise is the best man, you are my matron of honor, and if you don't hold you're tongue I'll have you wearing a yellow dress with gigantic periwinkle taffeta flowers on it."

"You wouldn't."

"I would."

PAUSE

"Don't scowl at me. I'm doing what makes me happy. Draco makes me happy."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Fine. Green then, yeah?"

"Yes, the green would be lovely."