It's set to be the wedding of the century, or at least the wedding of the century until Harry's wedding to Ginny in 3 months time.
This doesn't stop the butterflies that are constantly flittering around my stomach.
I'm scared, but it's a good scared.
Spending the rest of my life with Draco by my side is something I've been dreaming about for a long time.
The wedding preparation has been manic. I know mine is not the first muggle-born/pureblood marriage, I mean there was Harry's parents for Merlin's sake not to mention countless others but it seems like no-else in the wizarding world has had muggle and wizarding ceremonies occurring on the same day and at the same time.
It feels like two weddings instead of one.
I thank my lucky stars that Narcissa has been so involved. Along with Mrs Weasley and my mother we've managed to cover all the bases, muggle and wizard alike.
Now the only thing left for me to do is walk down the aisle and get married.
Minerva is performing the wizard ceremony whilst Blaise's wife's sister's husband is our priest.
Explaining the muggle process to Draco had been a long and difficult job.
After coming across the image of Christ hung on the Cross in one of my books he'd been terrified at the idea and for a while, point blank refused to participate in the muggle portion of the wedding.
I believe he made a comment about the torture the Death Eaters subjected their victims too being nothing compared to nailing a man to a cross and making him wear thorns around his head.
I wasn't particularly religious and doing a muggle ceremony was mostly for the benefit of my parents and relatives but I'd been slightly hurt at his refusal.
Surprisingly, it was Narcissa who eventually convinced him that he should take part in both ceremonies. She'd been very interested when I explained the traditions involved and it was from that day on that I made sure to involve her fully in the whole wedding process.
I cough slightly as I breathe in the perfume being plied on me in copious amounts and it isn't long before I find myself ready at the church doors, my hand linked through my father's.
The wedding march begins to play and the doors open.
I breathe in through pursed lips to steady myself. My eyes search quickly for Draco and remain fixed on him as I walk down the aisle.
Looking at my friends and family will cause me to blush and I don't want Draco to lift my veil to find a tomato-faced bride under it.
As long as I focus on him, no-one else registers.
As we reach Father Richards and Minerva, we stop and my father kisses my veil covered cheek before taking his seat.
I turn to face Draco.
His smile is something I'll remember to my dying day. I can see the slight tremble in his fingers that betray his nerves as he moves to lift my veil. Upon seeing my face he smiles even wider and brings his hands to hold mine.
They stop trembling and tighten once before relaxing.
He's saying hello.
The ceremonies are quite anti-climatic considering the effort we put into them but the only thing that I care about is that I'm becoming Mrs Draco Malfoy.
I smile as I realise Draco will no longer be able to call me Granger whenever he's annoyed at me.
I'm brought back to reality when it's time for the vows to be said. Mine end up tumbling out of my mouth.
When its Draco's turn I find he squeezes my hand at the end of every sentence as if to make me completely comprehend that the promises he's making are one's he'll stand by.
When he comes to the last sentence his voice drops to a whisper.
That's the promise I was waiting for ever since we began dating.
The promise to hold my hand always.
Author's Note: Next chapter is the last in this particular instalment, so get your tissues ready! It'll be up soon and I apologise in advance, my fingers started typing away and I know some of you will hate the ending…but we'll leave that for now! Thank you for reading and until next time, Curiositykils.
