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Shades of Green

Chapter Fourteen: Fill In The Rest

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"Do you love her?"

Harry Potter turned to his best friend, "Hmm?" He asked, not quite hearing the question.

"Hermione." Ron cleared his throat. "Do you love her?"

Harry chuckled. "I'm marrying her, mate." He said, amusement twinkling in his eyes at the question. "Of course I love her.

In hindsight, that probably hadn't been a very smart question. If anyone was sure of how they felt about someone it was probably Harry about Hermione.

Ron nodded, "How do you know though, I guess that's what I really mean." He amended.

Harry pulled a hand through his unruly dark hair, "I guess it's because she's my best friend." He said pensively. "She's always been there for me, through everything. And I always want what's best for her, I want her to be happy, even if it comes as a cost to me. I'd die for her, I have, I would again without even thinking about it. I know it would be the same for her… Most of all though, I feel loved when I'm around Hermione. Always and unconditionally." He smiled.

Ron swallowed thickly, hearing the way Harry spoke about Hermione really made him realize he didn't feel that way about anyone, not Kennedy, not Luna.

The closest person he could feel that way towards was Hermione herself and that was all platonic at the end of the day.

He'd die for Hermione… and Ginny, on some level, he supposed he would for Luna too if it meant keeping the girl safe. But all that other stuff that Harry was talking about he just wasn't sure about.

But then, he was only eighteen and who really had all that figured out anyway.

Except Harry and Hermione.

Ron just nodded.

"Since when does all that interest you?"

Ron shrugged a shoulder as they got into the locker rooms.

They had scheduled the pitch today for a practice and they were already late. The rest of the team was already changed and out on the field by the time the two strolled in.

"Luna really loves you, Ron." Harry commented quietly.

"I know that." Ron admitted.

"She deserves to know how you feel about her too, don't you think she's waited long enough?" He asked genuinely.

Ron nodded again, "I get it, I do." He promised. "But I don't know if I can give her everything she wants right now." But it wasn't fair to string her along until he was ready either.

He realized that as well.

Luna was such a great girl, keeping her in limbo was the worst thing he could do to her heart.

He didn't want to let her go and regret it, but he couldn't just keep her around just to figure out she wasn't what he wanted at the end.

He should know by now.

Harry pulled on his elbow pads. "You know that isn't wrong, you aren't meant to be with anyone. If you feel like you're not all the way there with Luna right now, you can tell her. She will understand." He said. "But to keep her guessing only to pull the rug out from under her later…" He shook his head.

"I know you, mate." Harry said, lacing up his shoes, "You've got a great heart, your intentions are always good, but you don't always use you head." He grinned.

Ron laughed, it was true.

"And a lot of times, the spur of the moment decisions work for you. But sometimes… sometimes, they hurt people."

Both boys knew the last thing Ron wanted to do was hurt Luna.

"You're right."

-x-

The end of November came quicker than the beginning and Ginny came to the painful realization that she had only about six months of school before her NEWT's.

And graduation…

Just like that, seven years of her life would be coming to a close. More had happened to her in the last seven years than she could imagine happening in a lifetime, but things finally seemed to be coming together.

She hadn't seen too much of Kennedy in the last few weeks, the blonde had taken to spending most of her time with her new beau and Terence couldn't be happier with the decision. The boy always had the same lopsided goofy grin on his face these days and if she was honest with herself, as much as she missed her best friend, Ginny knew she couldn't be happier for the two. They both deserved it, Terence really was one of the best guys she knew and Kennedy was her best friend.

She was sitting with Romida in the library when Hermione found her, the brunette looked frazzled and out of breath, like she was late for something. But then again, Hermione tended to spread herself too thin.

She tucked a mass of curls behind her ear, "Oh good, I'm glad I found you." She said breathlessly.

Ginny smiled at her, "You look like you could use a seat." She pulled out the chair beside her.

Hermione shook her head, "I can't. I'm late for a meeting." She said, rummaging through her bag.

"Hello, Romilda." She said with a nod.

Romilda waved with a smile.

Finally she fished something out of her purse. "Here." She handed an envelope to Ginny.

Ginny took it and looked at her a bit confusedly.

"It an invitation, there's also a letter inside." She said softly. "Have a look at it, get back to me." She said with a small smile.

Ginny figured it was the official invite to the wedding.

Ginny nodded, "Sure, no problem." She said.

Hermione gave the both a smile and wave before walking away.

"What's that all about?" Romilda asked.

Ginny tucked the envelope into her bag, "Well, I mean it isn't front page news or anything so don't say anything." She began.

Romilda nodded in confirmation.

"Harry and Hermione are getting married."

The raven haired girl looked at her friend in surprise, "Really?" She asked, her eyebrows raised in disbelief.

Ginny nodded, "Yep. Over winter holidays, in fact." She informed her.

"Wow…" She let out a low whistle. "I guess it only makes sense though." She commented, once the shock factor wore off a tad.

"Yeah, I mean Hermione said you and Rosie and Daph could come." She offered.

Romilda smiled, "Sweet of her." She said, "But I'll be in Ukraine." Her mother was from there.

Romilda spent most of her holidays there.

"I figured as much." Ginny said honestly. "I doubt Daph will want to attend." She said with a small frown.

"Don't even invite her." Romilda advised, "You know how her family is…"

Ginny nodded, "She's never been particularly nice about Hermione anyways." She said.

"Take Kenny though, she'd love it."

"Oh I plan on it."

"I barely ever see that girl anymore." Romilda noted.

Ginny nodded, "She's taken to spending most of her nights at Terence's." She winked.

"Terence is a really great guy." Romilda approved.

"Oh, one hundred percent. And if there was anyone I'd want Kenny to be with, Higgs would be the first choice." Ginny agreed.

"You've been spending a lot of time with Zab lately..." Ginny noted.

She wasn't sure if there was anything between the two, Blaise was normally so moody and surly with everyone but he was always so nice to Romilda.

But it could always be a coincidence because who could really be mean to Romilda anyway?

Romilda laughed, "He's not as bad as he pretends to be." She said. "But nothing is going on there." She said.

Ginny believed her, mostly because Romilda was the most honest person she knew. She couldn't hide something if she tried, not that she ever did. But it was a really good quality to have in a friend, because she always knew what she was getting from the raven haired girl was going to be genuine.

-x-

Draco let out a huge sigh as he got the floo powder out from his trunk, he had been telling his mother he would call her for the last two weeks and he still hadn't gotten around to it. He knew he would probably be getting a howler in the mail any day now if he didn't do it soon.

He really wasn't in the mood to have a long drawn out conversation but he owed it to his widowed mother to check in every now and again.

He waited for someone to come to the other side.

It was Tilly, the house elf.

"Hello." She squeaked.

She was still not used to the floo network.

"It's Draco, get my mother." He said firmly.

The elf nodded terrifiedly and disappeared.

A few minutes later his mother answered from the line in her bedroom, she was dressed for bed, a book sitting next to her.

"Draco, how wonderful of you to finally call your poor, lonely, widowed mother." She picked at her nails, obviously being passive aggressive.

Draco sighed, "I'm sorry, school has been a little hectic lately." He apologized.

She nodded in a very dry way. "How are you?" She asked.

"I'm alright." He answered.

"Good and I take it you've already spoken with your Aunt Cersei?"

"Yes."

"Did you decide who you would be bringing with you to the engagement?" She asked, somewhat interested. "You know you can't show up to Adrestia's event alone, do you not? She is your blood cousin, it would be so unbecoming if you did not at least feign to give it importance." She chastised before she even got an answer.

"Oh, I might be able to pull some strings. I know the younger Greengrass girl has been pouring her heart out to her mother about you, I could probably—

Draco pulled a hand through his hair. "I have a date, mother." He got out, catching her mid-lecture. "It isn't that hard for me to find someone to go to Italy with." He resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"Pansy?" She asked, almost positive it was her.

Though the pained look on her face clearly said she was hoping he'd opted for an alternative. She never much liked the Parkinson family, let alone their annoying daughter.

Draco shook his head.

Narcissa looked surprised, "Hmm… then who?" She wondered.

"Well…" For some reason, he was a little nervous to tell his mom who he had decided to bring.

Only because he just didn't want her to say something that would ruin how he had been feeling late.

It was easy to ignore the differences between him and Ginny when there wasn't anyone around to point them out.

Just them and their friends in their little corner of the world.

But then there were people like his mother and her brother that would inevitably be involved eventually and the reality of their relationship or lack there of one became more and more evident.

"Yes?" Narcissa prompted her son.

Draco licked his lips, "I want you to know that the decision has already been made and I've already told Adrestia who I'm bringing. She's committed it to a placeholder so really there's no coming back—

"Draco." Narcissa raised an eyebrow. "Get on with it."

"Ginevra Weasley."

Narcissa Malfoy always prided herself on being able to keep her emotions off her face, she had always been able to maintain her composure in even the worst of situations.

But this one hit her like a slap in the face.

"You have to be joking…"

Draco shook his head.

"Why?" She asked immediately.

He shrugged, "I wanted to, why is that so hard to believe?" He challenged.

"Well….she's a Weasley." Narcissa answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Of all the perfectly pristine and beautiful pureblood girls that are at your disposal, why on earth would you pick a Weasley?"

Draco shook his head, "That doesn't mean much. For me, it's neither here nor there. I enjoy Ginny's company, and if I'm going to be attending a droll, weekend long event, I'd like it to be with someone who doesn't make me want to Avada Kedavra myself." He stated, his grey gaze penetrating even within the flames.

Narcissa sighed, pulling back her long blonde hair. "If you're sure." She said after a minute or so.

She knew her son, he had been through a lot more than he would like to let on and it had hardened him. Toughened him, likened him into a warrior of sorts. Gone was her baby Draco, porcelain skin and rose tinged cheeks. In front of her, instead, was a man who had made it out of a war, alive. And behind his eyes, were the demons that haunted him every night because of it.

She knew better than to argue with him than when his mind was made up.

Now it was Draco's turn to look surprised. "Really? Just like that?" he asked suspiciously.

Narcissa nodded complacently, "If you would like to bring the Weasley girl, go ahead." She told him. "You're an adult, you can make such decisions on your own. Just do not go and start bringing home mudbloods next." She said, the last part coming out just as haughty and arrogant as she had meant it to be.

Draco chuckled, "Wouldn't dream of it." He said.

There was a few minutes of silence. Draco was just about to bid his farewell when his mother spoke again.

"She's pretty…" She said quietly.

Draco looked at her. "Who?"

"Ginevra." She answered. "From the last I remember, she's beautiful, is she not?" She asked.

Draco felt his face burning a little. "I don't know…" He muttered, turning his face in slight embarrassment.

Narcissa laughed softly. "You can admit you find her attractive, Draco. It won't be the end of the world." She said, her blue eyes light with amusement.

Draco cracked a smile. "You'll excuse me if talking women with my mother isn't the most comfortable of situations for me." He drawled.

"Fair enough." She smiled.

"But yes, to answer your question, Ginny is beautiful. Rarely, in fact." And he meant that, her kind of beauty was hard to find.

Sometimes he would just stare at her, because she had this glow that just illuminated her entire person.

She had a light in her that he had been longing for, without even realizing it.

"Well, I'd like it if you brought her to the manor some time before the engagement." His mother announced.

Draco's jaw dropped open, "What?" he asked her, maybe he misheard.

"I'd like to formally meet her." Narcissa answered casually.

Draco stared at her in disbelief. "She isn't my girlfriend or anything close to it, in fact." He told her.

What was more confusing was why she was even interested, that was the last thing he had been expecting her to say.

"I know but still."

Draco looked at her confusedly, "You'll excuse me if I find all this a little hard to take at face value." He told her.

Narcissa sighed, "I mean, being seen with the Weasley girl may not be the worst thing in the world." She said quietly.

He still wasn't entirely sure about what his mother meant.

"Well, ever since the end of the war we haven't exactly been the most welcomed members of society." She elaborated. "Perhaps a few photographs and a couple of public sightings will be good…for us." She said silkily.

It all made sense now, his mother had ulterior motives for being so forthcoming all of a sudden. He should have known from the beginning that her intentions wouldn't be so honorable.

Which was okay as far as he was concerned, if this was the reasoning his mother was choosing to be okay with letting him come to the engagement with Ginny, he would take it.

Draco shrugged a shoulder passively, "If you say so." He murmured.

"I'm just saying she could help our image."

He didn't want to touch upon the subject of how being seen with him might impact her image… or rather, her family's.

He would not go out of his way to get any public pictures, she had enough to worry about without the constant threat of her family seeing a page about her in the paper.

"Right."

This was not how he was expecting the conversation to go, but he was relieved because this would definitely be making his life a little easier.

His mother had every right to feel the way she did, his father's avid and public support of Voldemort left them with nothing but bad publicity and. a terrible reputation.

He had done some really horrible things in service of the Dark Lord, he knew that and even though he hated thinking about it, he knew he couldn't erase his past. He wasn't sure if he would ever get past the things he had done, they haunted his nightmares, chilled him to his very core.

But he knew it would get easier, it already had. He remembered when the onslaught of memories was so bad he was convinced he would go insane. It was the mental version of the Cruciatus curse and in those nights he would have welcomed the excruciating physical pain over the mental torture he would go through.

Even though the flames engulfed him, Narcissa could tell he had gone somewhere, the vacant look in his eyes, his expressionless face, he wasn't here anymore.

He didn't have to say anything, a mother just knew.

-x-

"Did you know we're having one of those end of term dances." Terence mentioned to the girl sitting between his legs.

Kennedy looked up at him, "You don't say?" She smiled, her blue eyes sparkling.

Terence grinned, "According to Remi it should be the affair of the season." He winked down at her. "A Yule Ball of sorts but only for seventh years." He informed her.

Kennedy laughed, "Hmm… sounds intriguing." She said playfully.

"Apparently you have to reserve tickets and dress formal." He told her.

Kennedy nodded.

"Would you go with me?"

Kennedy gave him her biggest smile, dimples and all. "Of course I will, Terence." She said sweetly. "I'd love to."

And even though he should have expected her to say yes, it still felt amazing to hear her say it. Anything she said to him was though. He would literally do anything for Kennedy Rosier if it meant getting her to look at him like that even for just a second.

He pressed a kiss into her forehead, tucking her under his chin again. "I was hoping you'd say that." He murmured into her soft blonde hair.

Kennedy smiled, with her back against his chest and Terence's strong arms wrapped around her, she never felt more comforted. She felt safe.

And as he told her all the wonderful things her felt for along with some dirty things he wanted to do to her, she couldn't help but feel just a little… unfulfilled.

It was such an annoying feeling, the way one might feel when they've lost something but can't remember what it exactly was. Or like an incessant buzzing noise, like the kind that would come out of a broken radio.

Small, meaningless, but still there nonetheless.

And as hard as she tried to ignore this feeling, the one in her stomach telling her that maybe things weren't as perfect as she wanted them to be, it remained.

But like with all things, she knew it would go away sooner or later.

Everything faded with time.

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Kennedy came bursting into the girls shared dormitory, her blonde hair looking slightly disheveled, her cheeks tinged pink as if she was a little out of breath.

Spotting two of her best friends on their beds, she walked over to them determinedly. "Get up, both of you." She demanded of the two girls.

Romilda spoke up first, "What has gotten into you?" She asked, looking up from the letter she was writing to her mother.

Ginny just looked up before looking back down at her Potions book.

Kennedy crossed her arms over her chest, "Get. Up." She demanded. "Guys, seriously. It's important!" She whined, stamping her feet like a child.

Ginny sighed, she knew there was no deterring Kennedy when she wanted something.

The blonde could be downright petulant sometimes.

"What is it, Rosie?" She asked in exasperation.

"We've gotta get to Terence's, and like now." She stated, pulling the arms of both girls.

Romilda got up, "For what." She asked flatly.

Ginny shook her head, "Seriously, Ken. I have a lot of work—

"Draco's birthday." Kennedy cut her off. "It's this weekend and we have a lot of planning to do and we can't just leave the Prince without a party because you know he will sulk and Terence is his best friend and now I'm Terence's girlfriend so by default the responsibility has been thrust upon and Gin I really just cant—

"Okay, stop." Ginny cut her off mid-rant. "Let's go." She said resolutely.

A smile broke out over the gorgeous blonde's face. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She grabbed both girl bringing them in for a hug.

"Where's Daph?"

"Already there, as is Zab and Adrian."

"Surprised you didn't invite Cassius, he's been Draco's right hand man lately." Ginny let out a snort as they walked out of their dormitory.

"Cass had something to do, not that he would be much help anyway." Kennedy informed her. "Besides, I really don't need him inviting his sixth year friends, especially Astoria and her gang of harlots." She said flippantly.

"Harlots, nice one." Ginny winked.

"Not just a pretty face, you know." Kennedy laughed.

It was fairly easy to get to the boys dormitory, which said a lot for the privacy standards about Hogswarts. Clearly the founders and forefathers knew it would be futile to keep hormonal teenagers out of each other's beds.

When they entered Terence's room, Blaise, Daphne and Adrian were already there as promised.

A grin lit up Terence Higgs' face at the sight of his girlfriend. He gave her a quick peck on the lips, before inviting the rest of them in. "We don't have much time." He mentioned. "Malfoy's gonna be back soon."

"Why'd you come get us so late anyway?" Ginny raised an eyebrow.

A slight blush crept up Kennedy's neck, "We erm, we were figuring something out…" She said meekly.

Ginny knew that probably meant she and Terence were otherwise occupied.

"It's okay, we just need some type of game plan. You know Prince Draco will not be happy if we have nothing planned for his birthday." Terence said good naturedly.

Ginny rolled her eyes, "I'm guessing dinner and drinks at Serpentina's won't cut it?" She said sarcastically.

"'Fraid not, Red. Any more ideas?" Terence raised his eyebrows.

"Well, Malfoy isn't exactly the easiest to plan for, now is he." Kennedy added. "I mean, what do you get for someone who literally has everything." She said in annoyance.

She hadn't really realized it before, but Ginny realized Kennedy was completely right about that. Draco did have everything, would anything really impress him?

"Look, you guys are really giving Malf a lot of credit here." Blaise spoke up. "I say we take him to Libations—

"Oh you are so out of your mind!" Kennedy cut him off with menacing glare. "And you." She cut her eyes towards Terence. "Better not even—

"No way, baby. That's all Zab, I swear I wouldn't go even if they decided to." He said quickly.

Adrian and Blaise exchanged smirks while high-fiving, "I think that's a solid idea."

"What's Libations?" Ginny whispered to Romilda.

"You know… the like uhm. Adult club." She whispered back.

Ginny was still confused.

"Oh for god's sake Saint Weasley, it's the strip club." Daphne laughed.

Ginny's eyes widened.

Oh there was absolutely no way that's what Draco was going to do for his birthday, watch other witches get naked. Over her dead body.

"Red wouldn't allow it anyway, would ya?" Terence said, his blue eyes twinkling with mirth.

Ginny rubbed the back of her neck, "It's not like that." She muttered.

Terence just laughed, "Denial isn't just a river…"

Daphne let out a sigh, "You know Drac isn't going to be pleased with us should he find out we waited so last minute." She reminded everyone. "And nothing is more annoying than a sulky Draco, so let's please get on with this." She rolled her eyes.

"Well what did he do last year?" Ginny asked, she had not been a part of any celebrations last year, her parents had taken her out of school for the first half of the year.

She only went back after the winter holidays.

Terence and Blaise exchanged glances, Kennedy rubbed her neck uncomfortable.

"Spent it in service of the Dark Lord." Blaise said levelly. "Birthdays weren't one of the few things celebrated among Death Eaters." He rubbed his forearm subconsciously.

The room felt a bit smaller at the mention of this, all of a sudden things felt the way they had before.

Partisan.

"Okay, whatever. Anyway." Kennedy intervened quickly. "That's neither here nor there, Daffy's right, if we want to plan something we gotta do it quick."

"Hey Daph, your mom and are pretty tight, aren't they?" Terence asked.

Daphne shrugged a shoulder. "I suppose by default." She answered.

"Maybe you could ask her if we could do something at the Manor?" He asked brightly.

"A srurpise party for ickle Draco at his own home." Blaise scoffed. "Happy sweet sixteen!" He said mockingly.

Kennedy narrowed her blue eyes at him threateningly, "Who invited you to this anyway?" She seethed, "You are literally useless."

"Oh I love when you talk dirty to me—

"Ay." Terence cut him off warningly. "Watch it." He said protectively.

He knew Blaise meant nothing by it, but things were different now and he would respect Kennedy, if not because she deserved it then because Terence would demand it.

She was his girlfriend now, Blaise had to learn how to speak to her properly.

"And seriously." He turned to his girlfriend. "Don't indulge him, Ken." He said to her, low enough so that only she could hear him.

Grudgingly, the blonde nodded.

He put an arm around her shoulders, pulling her to him. "So, Daph?" He asked.

Daphne nodded, "I think it could work, honestly there's no better place for a party than the Manor. And I think Draco would enjoy it." She admitted.

"And if not we could always have it at my house." She added.

The Greengrass Estate was also pretty well known for its grandiosity and luxury, it was expansive and aristocratic and an architectural marvel.

"Maybe that's a better idea?" Adrian suggested.

"Well, let's see if allow us to use the Manor first, it's much bigger than my house." Daphne said.

"Besides, after all the bad crap that's gone on in that house, some good karma might be just what it needs." Kennedy said.

Ginny nodded in agreement, "Maybe we could have a theme?" She said. "Unless dinner party/cocktail hour is the theme." She laughed.

"There's an idea, Red." Terence grinned.

"Yes, because Malfoy is just so big on themes…"

"I think I can safely echo Rosie's statement about you being utterly useless, Zab." Daphne shook her head.

"Masquerade?" Kennedy suggested.

"That's so Halloween." Romilda wrinkled her nose.

"Old money? We could dress up ancestral?" Daphne suggested.

"Booooring." Adrian drawled.

"Saints and sinners, we could all pick one?" Romilda piped up.

"I think we're all sinners, Rem. Wouldn't be too hard to pick a side." Blaise said. "'Cept maybe you." He nodded towards Ginny. "Wouldn't do you much good to be straddling the fence all night long…"

"Must you be such an ass?" Kennedy sighed exasperatedly.

"Yes, Kennedy, I must. Some of us just can't help our nature."

"Well may the Lord help you, Blaisius because one of these days someone is going to Avada Kedavra you—

"Woah, Ken. C'mon." Romilda put a hand on her shoulder.

Daphne got off the chair she was sitting on. "We are a regular mastermind team here!" She said in frustration. "I am going to make my way out of this brilliant little brainstorming partywe had going on as nothing productive has come out of the last forty minutes we've spent here." She sent them all a withering glare.

"We haven't come to any conclusion, Daph. Where are you—

"Precisely my point, Terence. We can mull over a party idea for Draco until the damn sun comes up but we will never get anywhere. Not with these two around at least." She stared pointedly at Blaise and Kennedy.

"Daphne's right." Adrian agreed, "Let's just scrap the theme idea." He looked apologetically at Ginny.

The redhead shrugged.

"We can't really come up with something doable in the next six days anyway. Maybe let's just throw him a surprise party at the manor and be done with it?" He continued.

Romilda looked disappointed.

Kennedy rolled her eyes.

Terence frowned.

Blaise couldn't care less.

And Daphne just stared at her nails in boredom.

Ginny rubbed a hand over her face, "Well then, I guess that's that then." She threw her hands up.

She decided to take Draco's birthday planning into her own hands. Not because she felt like she had to because she was his girlfriend or something, which she wasn't, by any means. But simply because the rest of her friends were lazy and morons when it came to this sort of stuff. Being so reliant on help like servants and maids made for an easy upbringing, but lacked in providing the skills needed to be full self-sufficient.

She would figure out something really nice for Draco's birthday and she would do it on her own. Because for some reason, after realizing that he had spent his last birthday doing horrible things for Voldemort, she felt the need to give him something good to remember the day by.

Not just whatever terrible memories he had growing up at the manor.

For a reasons she could not understand, she felt like he deserved it and she owed it to him.

It was an unsettling feeling, the one she had in the pit of her stomach, but in the back of her mind she knew what this feeling was.

She had felt it before.

She was falling for him…

And she had absolutely no control over that.

-x-

A/N: Ahhh! SO sorry for the long break, this internship is really not letting me have much of a life. Sorry if this chapter is filler-ish, it's meant to be. Hopefully it doesn't feel like a lot of random events thrown together. Not much Ginny/Draco interaction, but the build is what it is.

The next chapters will be better I promise! As they will contain Draco's big birthday, the foreign engagement affair and of course, the wedding of the year!

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