What A Beautiful Wedding

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Title comes from I Write Sins, Not Tragedies by Panic! at the Disco.

"You forgot this," said Pansy, handing Hermione her clutch.

"Thanks," smiled Hermione.

"Pants! Mione!" called a dreamy voice that resonated with happiness. "Over here!"

Pansy and Hermione looked around until they saw a hand waving from behind a tent flap. As they made their way to the hand, they noticed that there were three tents, the largest one being a huge yellow marquee, not unlike the one Hermione had seen present at Bill and Fleur Weasley's wedding. The other two tents, also yellow, but much smaller were standing on either side of the enormous marquee. The two witches could only assume they were for the bride and groom.

They pushed aside the heavy luxe yellow swatch of fabric and entered the tent, to be immediately engulfed in hugs from Luna.

"Ow! Luna, can't breathe!"

"You're treading on my toes!"

"Calm down, woman!"

"Sorry," breathed Luna, still sounding relatively serene and dreamy despite her exuberant behaviour. "Excited, you know. Daddy's invited all of our friends over for the wedding, I'm rather pleased. I mean, I knew that would be so inconvenient, especially because he was scared people would try and steal our Dirigible Plums again, but – "

"We wouldn't miss it for the world, Luna," said Pansy, beaming. Hermione held Luna by the elbows at arms' length.

"Luna, you look amazing! Really, Dean is so lucky to have you."

Luna blushed slightly, a pink fog creeping into her cheeks. "You think so? I really wanted to wear sun colours but everyone told me white would be better, more traditional. I love this dress, but I think I would've liked yellow just a tiny bit better. At least white keeps Wrifflers away though. Have you heard of them? A new hybrid species, the Ministry cross-bred Nifflers and Wrackspurts in one of the Departments and since they can flicker between being visible and invisible, they lost track of the entire experiment and they all snuck out of the Ministry! They hate the colour white though."

Hermione and Pansy both smiled genuinely at her. They'd stopped exchanging glances after a speech like this from Luna years ago.

Luna's dress was stunning in every way. It was an off-the-shoulder dress, with the two straps wrapped around her slim upper arms perfectly in line with the top of her bodice. A flowing skirt draped down from the thick white band around her waist, adorned with a bow on the side, falling to about an inch from the floor, just exposing the toes and thin heel of her bright yellow sandals.

"Yes, well I just had to have some yellow on my wedding day," said Luna when she saw the grins on Hermione and Pansy's faces broaden.

"It goes great with your dress," replied Pansy. "Listen, Luna, would it be alright if we had a look around? You said everyone's here and we haven't seen a lot of people for ages. We'll be back in an hour or so."

"Oh of course!" said Luna happily. "I don't mind how long you're gone for, I'm sure I'll always have someone here with me. Just come back before the ceremony starts for your corsages!"

"As if we'd forget," said Hermione, getting to her feet. "Congratulations, Luna, this is going to be such a great day!"

Outside the tent, Hermione turned to Pansy. "You know, I'd never thought there would be a day when Luna was actually reminding us about something."

Pansy smiled a little awkwardly. "I wouldn't really know, I never knew her that well when she was completely 'loony'."

The two friends were silent for a moment as they remembered what had happened in the years following the Battle of Hogwarts. Pansy, along with some other Slytherins, Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott had come back after the battle to make amends. They had said they weren't just crawling back because the Dark Lord had fallen … they had wanted this a long time ago, but had been too cowardly to defy Voldemort, the pureblood nonsense, their families' expectations. Pansy remembered Theodore's words and wry smile.

"There's a reason the Sorting Hat didn't place us in Gryffindor. We're bloody cowards, and manipulative to boot, but we don't care anymore, we just want to do what we should have done a long time ago and at a time when it mattered."

Crabbe and Goyle hadn't come with them. Crabbe had of course died in the Room of Requirement during the battle, consumed in his own Fiendfyre maelstrom. Goyle had supposedly left after waking up, alone, lying in the middle of the corridor facing the odd tapestry depicting trolls in pink tutus. He was clearly not as stupid as they had all thought he was; with the battle raging around everywhere else, he had quickly used the Room of Requirement, which fortunately for him, still worked, opening an escape route. He hadn't been seen since.

Pansy, Blaise, Draco and Theodore had slowly been accepted by the light side fighters. To no one's surprise, Ron hadn't wanted them as friends at all, insulting them at every opportunity at first. However, soon he came to realise that if he could just shut his mouth for two minutes, the fact that they were actually good people dawned on him, and now he was close friends with Blaise, who was the manager of his Quidditch team, the Chudley Cannons.

"Yeah, well," said Hermione lightly. "It's great that you're here now."

Pansy looked around discreetly for something to say. "Listen, I see Theodore over there. Do you mind if I go talk to him for a bit?"

"Of course not, go," said Hermione, who had also been at a loss as to what to say. "I'll go find Harry and Ron."

Pansy walked off quickly, leaving Hermione rooted to the spot for a moment, watching her go.

"Granger?"

Hermione stiffened at the sound of that soft voice. Tears welled unexpectedly in her eyes.

"Granger?" the voice had asked.

Had they really been out of contact for so long that they were back to last name basis?

A/N: So what did you think? For those people who are now shaking their heads at my mention of the saintly, turned-good-overnight Slytherins (especially Malfoy, since after all, he's one of the main characters); don't worry. Some things are better left unsaid, but that doesn't mean I won't hesitate to reveal all (;