Yeah all the things that you are

Beautifully broken,

"Would it be all right if I invited Harry to the wedding?"

"Invite whoever you want," Draco grumbles as he makes his breakfast.

"It's your wedding too and I don't want to invite anyone you won't feel comfortable with."

Draco looks over his shoulder at her. "I want you to invite your friends. And if that means you want Potter to see us be married, then, by all means, invite Potter and his whole motley crew to see us get married." Draco pulls a face. "Even if that means there's a Weasley or two in the crowd."

"Are you sure you won't be unhappy?"

Draco looks at her again, smirking. "I'll be marrying you. I'd be happy even if I had to do it in front of the entire Weasley clan with Granger officiating."

Luna smiles, picking up her quill and adding a few more names to her side of the guest list. She knows Draco doesn't hate the Weasleys that much, nor Harry if you want to go into specifics, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't indulge in griping about his school rivals. Luna supposes it makes him feel better – more like a child – and since Draco struggles with himself as it is, she can let him do his bits of complaining.

"Draco?" Luna looks up as he sits next to her, breakfast in hand.

"Mmm?"

"Who else are you inviting?"

Draco's eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Who else?"

"Well, yes. You've got your mother and father written down but no one else." Luna thinks back to Draco's school companions. She knows he doesn't talk to any of them anymore, but it's hard to believe there is no one else he wants to invite. "Is there anyone from your Healer training classes? Anyone on staff at St. Mungo's you've become friendly with?"

"Perhaps Jean," Draco muses, naming the Beauxbatons graduate he had become close to during shifts at St. Mungo's.

"Jean!" Luna repeats, scribbling his name down quickly. She likes the Frenchman – he's awfully funny – and he always tells fantastic stories of Paris, a place Luna has yet to visit.

Luna looks at Draco in time to see him bite his lip. He only does such a thing when he's thinking deeply and she wishes she knew what he was thinking about. He takes a nibble from his toast and she fills out another invitation. If he wants to talk to her, he will do so when he's ready.

"Luna . . . " Draco begins before trailing off. She takes his hand and waits for him to find the right words. "He probably, I mean that is I doubt he would want too, but, send an invitation to Goyle?"

"I think he'll want to," Luna assures Draco, squeezing his hand. She adds Goyle's name to her list of invitations to send out – something that she must get done today. Their date is fast approaching and butterflies erupted into her stomach whenever she thought of it.

It was strange to think she is marrying Draco Malfoy, of all people. It was not a match anyone would have considered during their Hogwarts years; not even a match most considered now. Luna had heard a lot of questions 'are you sure he's right for you?' ' he hasn't hurt you has he?' 'Luna, you don't have to be with him'. She finds it all quite amusing, to tell the truth. No one sees Draco like she sees him. She's lucky to have him, and lucky to have friends who accept her choices, despite how bizarre they may seem.

"I'm off," Draco says, emptying his dishes into the sink. "I'll be home for dinner."

"We're going to Daddy's for dinner," Luna reminds him.

"Right. Right." He gives her a kiss and Luna feels herself melting into the simplest of touches. "Have a good day, love."

"You too!" Luna calls after him.

She tucks her legs underneath of her, reaching for her list of wedding guests. She ponders the names that are written there, names of friends and family. She runs her hand over the ink and feels the empty spaces. She thinks of names that might have been written there, if things had gone a different way. She also thinks how, if things had gone a different way, what names would not be written there. A tear rolls down her cheeks as she fills out her final invitations.

She sends them off, a smile lightly touching her cheeks.

She plucks an extra invitation off of the table and thinks of a muggle tradition Arthur Weasley had told her about. He had said muggles sometimes wrote letters to the dead and burnt them. They claimed the smoke would climb to heaven and the letter would become whole there, falling into the hands of the recipient. Luna has never done such a thing; she sees her mother in her dreams on a regular basis, she doesn't need to write to the woman who had given birth to her.

Even so, Luna finds herself filling out an invitation for her mother. She finds herself filling out an invitation for Crabbe. She finds herself writing names of the dead, systematically giving them to the fire place as she puts the last flourish on their names.

She wants everyone she loves at the wedding.

Alive in my heart

And know

That you are everything

She meets Hermione and Ginny for lunch. It is a cute little muggle place that Hermione calls a 'retro diner'. Luna isn't sure what a retro is but she likes the way the word rolls off her tongue. She repeats it to herself several times, even as a waitress on wheels taps a menu impatiently.

"The big day is coming up," Hermione is quick to get to the point as the waitress dashes away.

"Yes," Luna agrees. "Three weeks from tomorrow."

"Oh," Ginny squeals. "You must be nervous."

Luna shakes her head. "I'm not nervous. I think I'm just excited."

Hermione fluffs her already bushy hair. "I think you're rushing into things, Luna."

Luna blinks. Hermione has always been more logical, more level-headed than Luna. Hermione has never failed to share her opinion – even being quite brutal in her honesty. Luna likes honesty, and can respect such a thing even when it is brutal. She knows that Hermione is just looking out for her, especially since Luna isn't marrying just anyone, she's marrying Draco Malfoy, someone that all of her friends are leery of.

"I'm not rushing into anything." Luna says.

"You're eighteen." Hermione reminds her.

"Almost nineteen. And age doesn't have much weight. We are older and wiser than most teenagers, you especially Hermione. You must understand that maturity, experience and wisdom have nothing to do with age. You have lived through so much with Harry, you are able to speak of war and you are not an old maid."

Hermione concedes to Luna's point with a dip of her head. "I still think you're rushing."

Luna looks to her fiery-headed friend. Ginny often agrees with Luna, but she often agrees with Hermione too. She wonders what Ginny is thinking now, if all of her friends think she is rushing something.

"Lu," Ginny begins hesitantly, "I know you say you love him –"

"I do love him," Luna interrupts. "But go on."

"But you are young, and, well, you were imprisoned in his basement for a long time. You don't think he could have done something to you while you were being held captive at Malfoy Manor?"

Luna looks horrified. "No! He protected me while I was there. Some of the more horrid Death Eaters wanted to . . . wanted to . . . " Luna can't bring herself to say it, but she knows from the sickened looks on her friends' faces they understand. "Besides, Ginny, I fell in love with Draco long before I was in Malfoy Manor."

"You were?" Ginny frowns.

"When did you and Draco start dating?" Hermione asks. She meets Ginny's eyes – the two had always had the same thought; Draco and Luna began while she was imprisoned.

"Oh," Luna swings her legs. "Well, we started talking at the very beginning of his sixth year – it was still warm out. He asked me to be his girlfriend after the holidays."

"I had no idea." Ginny regards her blonde friend. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"You never asked," Luna replies. "You simply assumed. Like you assume Draco isn't right for me. I understand why you think that; he was never the nicest person while in school and he can be entitled, but he's changed. I think he's more right for me than anyone else I'm going to meet – even if I meet a new person every day until I'm eighty. I also understand why you think that I'm rushing into things. You are right, of course, we are both very young. But when the chance is there, when the love is right, you have to run with it."

Hermione lets a smile take over; her sense of romance winning over her practicality. "You and Draco do look wonderful together."

Ginny picks up her fork, pointing it at Luna. "But no babies until you're older!"

Luna laughs loudly in agreement.

Let your heart sing and tonight

We'll light up the stars

Luna stands in her childhood bedroom that has evolved into a semi-storage room for her father. She smiles as she sets her bag down, studying a sketch of something her father believes to be in Ireland. She can't quite read the name, however. She replaces it and reminds herself to ask about it over breakfast.

She draws in a long breath, crossing to the window to let in the crisp night air. Snow blankets the ground, making everything appear crisp. She runs a finger along the freezing powder on her sill and watches as it melts. She looks to the horizon and wishes she could see Draco from this far, could see the place where he was resting his head. She can't, of course. Malfoy Manor is much too far away from her father's home.

She's getting married tomorrow – something she can't quite wrap her thoughts around. This time tomorrow evening, she will be on her honeymoon. It's hard to imagine, but, she thinks, it's even harder for her father to imagine. He's been doting on her since she arrived, going to extremes, even for Xenophilius. But she loves her daddy, and she saw the hints of pain in his eyes as he realizes, over and over again that entire night, that she wasn't just his little girl anymore. She was going to be someone's wife.

She changes into her nightgown, drawing the covers back on the bed. She turns out the light and climbs in between the cold sheets. She hates sleeping without Draco. She can barely remember the last time she rested without him. She wraps her arms around herself, but it's just not the same as him.

Luna reminds herself she will be with him soon enough – with him for the rest of their lives. She closes her eyes and pictures where they will be married – the snowy but still beautiful gardens of Malfoy Manor. Narcissa and Lucius had cleared a path and sitting area, casting spells so guests wouldn't freeze. Harry, when she had told him of her outdoor location, had shaken his head and said 'only you would get married outdoors in the middle of winter'. She had grinned and reminded him Draco was willing to do it, too. Harry had shaken his head. 'Draco just wants you to be happy'.

Luna falls asleep, thinking of Draco, of their wedding, and the life they would have.

It's still dark when she feels a hand on her head. "My Luna, my little girl, wake up."

"Mother," the world escapes Luna's lips as she sits up. "I'm getting married tomorrow."

"I know," Mother sits next to her. "I'll be there."

Luna's eyes shine, tears slipping through her eyelashes. "Thank you. I was so worried you wouldn't make it."

Her mother smiles. "We'll all be there dear. We all got your invitations."

Luna hiccups a happy sob. "I love you, Mother."

"I love you too. You make such a beautiful bride, darling."

Luna holds her mother's hand until she falls asleep again, eagerly anticipating the morning.

All that you are

I don't own anything recognizable. The song is All That You Are by Goo Goo Dolls. Thanks to my beta: Noble6.

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