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CHAPTER TEN

Together with their families, Astoria Greengrass and Draco Malfoy invite you to celebrate their marriage!

Andromeda Tonks stared at the owl that had arrived the day before. She had put it off long enough. Sighing, she took out a piece of paper. In the elegant handwriting her mother had taught her, she began to pen her RSVP.

Once it was done, she attached it to her owl's leg.

"Gramma, can I send it?" Teddy squeaked. She smiled at her grandson, and handed the owl to him.

"Of course, darling," she said. "Would you like to help send the next one too?"

With that, she pulled out a piece of red paper, and began a Howler, to send to Narcissa Malfoy, nee Black.

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Draco walked down the spacious hallway, carrying the post in a hand. A letter to Narcissa from one of her committee women had accidentally been delivered to him. At least, he thought it was an accident. It was a letter describing a perfect baby crib the woman had seen in Diagon Alley.

He was almost to his mother's sitting room when he heard wild laughter echoing down the hall. He tensed. The laughter was horrifyingly reminiscent of Bellatrix's maniacal hysterics. He began to run.

Reaching the door, Draco burst through to find his mother sitting next to the remains of a Howler, laughing.

"Mother?" he asked hesitantly. "Are you all right?"

"Oh," she hiccupped. "I haven't laughed that hard in so long. She hasn't changed one bit. Your Aunt Andromeda will be coming to your wedding, Draco."

Draco relaxed, relieved it wasn't worse.

"And she will be bringing your younger cousin."

His eyes widened. "The toddler?" he asked, horrified.

Narcissa nodded, wiping her eyes. "Teddy," she confirmed.

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…I'm so glad that you'll be coming, Teddy will be coming as will with Andromeda. Draco is beside himself, he's worried that the boy will start crying or being loud during the ceremony. Frankly, I don't see the problem. If you wanted, you could bring Albus, and we could set up a little play area for them. Warded, of course, against accidental magic, and closed so that they won't be able to get out. I am looking forward to seeing you there!

Astoria Greengrass

Ginny folded up her latest correspondence from Astoria, and looked across at the woman who had come, uninvited, for tea.

"Who is it from?" Hermione asked politely.

"Astoria Greengrass," Ginny replied, offering Hermione some sugar. "She was telling me that Teddy would be at her wedding, and that it would be okay if I brought Albus."

"You were invited?" Hermione said incredulously.

"Of course," Ginny said, sipping her tea. "We're great friends, Astoria and I."

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Astoria stood in front of a full-length mirror, gazing at the pretty picture she made in her wedding robes. They were white, with gold runes that spoke of love and happiness and life embroidered along the edges.

"Beautiful," her sister, Daphne Jefferson, said. Her sister, married with two kids to an American wizard, had made the trip over the sea for her sister's wedding.

Astoria turned to her sister. "Were you scared?" she asked. "Were you?"

Daphne looked at her sister, stroking her hair. "Everyone's nervous, a little bit," she acceded. "It's permanent, Astoria…for the rest of your life."

"I know." Astoria shuddered, looking back to the mirror.

"Hey," Daphne said. "For what it's worth, he loves you."

"Does he?" Astoria said quietly. "Is it love?"

Daphne laughed. "Astoria," she said. "He couldn't keep his eyes off you. He was a perfect gentleman. When he wasn't talking, he was watching you talk. I think it is."

Astoria smiled waterily. "An end of an era," she whispered.

"The beginning of another," Daphne answered, wrapping her arms around her sister's shoulders. "An end, and a beginning. It's what all weddings are."

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Narcissa had a front row seat to her son's wedding. She had difficulty keeping an appropriately solemn face, especially when her face wanted to beam.

Everything was coming into place today. Her son was getting married, and by the looks of it, he was wildly in love with his bride.

She watched as the Ministry official bonded the two, who couldn't keep their eyes off each other. Magic surged around them, and she wished that Lucius could be here to see it. Love always conquers. Well, not always, but in this case, it certainly did.

She peeked at the woman at her side. Andromeda sat primly, but the wrinkles around her eyes suggested she wanted to be smiling as well. Teddy was in the play area, with Albus. Five years ago, she wouldn't have believed it if someone said she would be attending her son's wedding, with Andromeda and Harry Potter.

"I do."

"I do."

The ceremony was final, and bonding. The two were bonded for life.

As Draco kissed his bride, Harry Potter wolf-whistled, to the consternation of his wife. Narcissa and Ginny shared a look that said: men. You can't live with them, can't live without them.

Astoria and Draco were wrapped around each other, wholly unaware of the world around them.

At long last, they pulled apart. Draco whooped and swung Astoria around. She giggled.

"Not entirely proper, Mr. Malfoy," she said demurely.

"Mrs. Malfoy," he said, grinning happily, "I don't give a damn."

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The receiving line was endless, or so Draco felt. He and Astoria smiled until their faces hurt, and shook so many hands, hugged so many people. Finally, it was just him, his wife, and his mother.

"Astoria!" Mr. Greengrass puffed, rushing up to them. "It's time…for the father-daughter dance."

Smiling at her husband, Astoria took her father's hand and followed him to the dance floor, leaving Draco and Narcissa standing under the bower.

"I'm glad you're happy, Draco," Narcissa said, looking up at her son.

"Had to marry, didn't I?" Draco asked with no ire.

"No, you didn't," Narcissa said quietly.

"Although, I'm glad I did," Draco continued. He stopped, and backpedaled. "Wait, what?"

Narcissa smiled up at her son, and patted him on the cheek. "Remind me to show you your father's will one day," she said, before moving away toward the Greengrasses.

Draco stood there a moment, confused. Shaking himself, he pushed the moment away. Whatever his mother had done, it didn't matter now. Turning, he moved toward his bride, who was waiting on the dance floor for him.

Amid cheers, he pulled her to him as a slow song came on.

"Well, Mr. Malfoy, how has your wedding been so far?" Astoria asked as she spun around in his arms.

"Quite pleasant," Draco replied, smirking. "And you, Mrs. Malfoy?"

"It couldn't be better." Astoria smiled blissfully, closing her eyes.

"I do love you, you know," Draco said suddenly, and Astoria opened her eyes to see him looking at her seriously.

"Do you really?" she asked, vulnerable.

"I do," he said, kissing her forehead. "I do."

"And I love you," she said. "I love you." She laughed. "And they all lived happily ever after!" she shouted into the crowd. There were a few amused chuckles, and she tucked her head into Draco's shoulder.

"A happy ending," he mused. "For a Death Eater. For me."

"Well, you were pardoned," Astoria said. "And I am one of a kind. Now all we have to do is walk off into the sunset."

The couple smiled into each other's eyes. "If that is what you wish, it shall be done, my dear," Draco said, half-jokingly.

"I don't need to wish anymore," Astoria said. "I have everything I want."

And they did indeed live happily ever after.

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A/N: Epilogue tomorrow, then it's over. If anyone wants to see more about any particular relationship/side story in this setting, let me know in the reviews. Read and review:)