Here is chapter 13. The last one! Next will be an A/N thanking you for your reviews individually. ^_^ Nothing in this is mine.

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A smile spread over Draco's face, matching the one appearing on Hermione's. Harry's face fell, his heart plummeted.

She chose. And she chose him.

He stared at them in a daze, not hearing them exchange the vows. He watched as Draco slipped the gold ring onto Hermione's finger, and as she returned the favour, he felt his heart break. At the altar, Ron was beaming in pride; Ginny and Lavender were smiling happily.

"You may now kiss the bride," said the priest loudly. Harry lifted his eyes to watch as Draco turned to Hermione and lifted her veil, leaning in to kiss her. Harry couldn't tear his eyes away as the congregation of people whispered softly. A tear came to his eye.

That should be me.

"It is my pleasure to introduce to you Mr. and Mrs. Draco Malfoy!" announced the priest happily, his voice cutting through Harry's thoughts and twisting the knife in his heart.

The organ began to play again, and Draco linked arms with Hermione, escorting her out of the church. Ron stepped forward and linked arms with Lavender, and an usher escorted Ginny from the church. The guests then rose and left; Harry still staring numbly at the altar.

I don't believe it.

He slowly got up, and was the last to leave the church. Outside, a photographer had cornered Draco and Hermione, and flashlights were shooting off. The other guests crowded around, and the noise level rose.

Harry stood a little way away, feeling like an outsider. All his efforts hadn't paid off. He had put three people that were close to him through hell. All for nothing.

"Harry!" Hermione had broken away from the photographer and ran up to him, lifting her dress to stop it dragging on the grass.

"What?" He stopped. Why don't I just leave her to have her special day? She doesn't need me here.

"Harry," she said seriously, grabbing his arm. "Please stay. You said we'd still be friends."

Harry sighed, running a hand through his messy black hair. "We will, 'Mione. We will. But, I just need to get used to the idea." He turned to her and forced a smile. "Congratulations, Mrs. Malfoy."

Hermione smiled shyly. "That sounds so odd. It'll take a while to get used to it." She hugged Harry. "Thank you. I felt so awful in that church, when I made my decision. But, I chose the one who was right for me. You and I would never have worked, Harry. Maybe if you were four years earlier."

Harry smiled faintly, and she took his arm. "Come on." She dragged him through the crowds, and met up with Draco. "I want a photo of us. Harry, Ron, and I. A memory, of Hogwarts, of the Wonder Trio," she smiled.

"Of course," said Draco courteously, a proud smile on his face whenever he looked at Hermione. "Harry? Could I have a word, afterwards?"

"Sure," said Harry, the happiness in the atmosphere affecting him and causing him to smile sincerely. Even though he hurt inside, Hermione's mention of the Wonder Trio had caused him to rethink what he had done.

I hate myself for it. I put her through hell, just before her wedding. Why didn't I think of this before?

"Hindsight is a wonderful thing, Harry," said Draco, pushing him into the centre of the crowd. Whispers rose as Hermione linked arms with Harry and Ron, a happy, exuberant smile on her face.

Draco crossed his arms and watched, happy.

She chose me. I can't believe how lucky I am.

"May I congratulate you, Mr. Malfoy." A smooth voice came from behind him. He turned in shock, having not heard the voice for a few years.

"Professor Snape!" he said in shock. "Thank you." He quickly regained his composure.

"May I warn you that if you distract my apprentice any more in the future, it will not go down well," said Snape smoothly. "In the past two weeks, she has made more of a mess in my classroom that Mr. Longbottom ever did."

Neville, who was standing with Ginny and Trinity behind Draco, blushed. Ginny laughed and slapped him on the arm.

"Calm down, Neville." She wrapped her arms around him and led him away to get a drink.

"Always able to scare him, weren't you, sir?" asked Draco with a smirk.

"I suspect his daughter will be something different," said Snape with a hint of a smirk. "The Longbottom clumsiness and ineptitude at Potions, the Weasley temper."

"Don't worry, sir. You haven't lost your touch. Hermione's tales of her days at work are filled with how you still terrify the students."

"What's this? Talking about me already, Draco? I'm surprised at you." Hermione appeared behind him. "Oh, Professor Snape. I didn't notice you in the church."

"Possibly because you were getting married, Mrs. Malfoy. It does tend to distract people." Snape smirked as she blushed. Draco started laughing next to her, and she slapped his arm with a gloved hand.

"That's enough, you," she said playfully. Draco gave a salute.

"Alright, I'll stop. What did you want?" he asked after she had glared at him.

"It's your turn for a photo. One with the second generation Marauders. Harry, Ron and Neville are waiting for you." She gave him a gentle push towards the other three men.

"Thank you for coming, Professor," smiled Hermione, still watching Draco make his way to the centre.

"As your boss of sorts, I simply assumed it was expected of me," said Snape. Hermione smirked.

"Pull the other one Professor, it's got bells on. You came because you wanted to," she said with a laugh.

"Perhaps. But news like that would damage my reputation," said Snape calmly, surveying the crowd. "No reporters, I see."

"Draco and I have kept this as quiet as possible. It would ruin our day if we saw a reporter here," said Hermione sadly. "When we return from our honeymoon, we'll be announcing it. And the photographer's a Muggle one. We'll be getting two copies of the photos, Muggle ones for my family and moving ones for ourselves.

"A good idea," said Snape with a nod of his head to Draco, who nodded back. "Well, I must depart, Mrs. Malfoy. I will expect you back and ready to work in three weeks." He turned around and walked away, apparating once he was hidden.

"Three weeks? But our honeymoon's only for two!" she said to herself, and then smiled as she realised she had an extra week off.

"Congratulations, Hermione." Another voice made her turn around. Cho was standing behind her, looking radiant in a navy suit.

"Thank you, Cho," smiled Hermione. "Thank you for your owl, as well, and your help last night."

"No problem," said Cho happily. "I'm just glad you went through with this without a doubt in your mind."

"You're right." Hermione hugged Cho. "Thank you. And, Harry's here. Maybe you could meet up with him again," she said with a wink. Cho had never really got over her crush on Harry in the fifth year.

"Hermione, don't be silly," blushed Cho. "Harry's probably forgotten all about me."

"You'd be surprised," said Hermione, pausing to smile at yet another guest who was congratulating her.

"What does that mean?" asked Cho curiously. "He forgot about you, after your seventh year."

"No, not quite, but he wants the best for me," said Hermione quietly. "Maybe he hasn't forgotten you either." Hermione smiled encouragingly and walked off to find Draco, who had disappeared after the photo.

Cho stared at Harry hopefully, a smile appearing as she thought of him.

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"Now this was a good idea!" yelled Harry to Ron. The actual reception had been held in Hogsmeade, and was much better than any Muggle party. Hermione, still in her wedding dress, was dancing with Neville, while Ginny twirled Draco around the floor.

"Ron, Lavender's looking very lonely over there," said Harry, pointing to where Lavender was sitting, resting her feet after dancing. "Why don't you go over and talk to her?"

Ron gulped nervously. "Harry, mate, I don't think I can do it."

"Why not? You go over there and talk to her! Go!" Harry pushed Ron forward. He stumbled, and then set off determinedly for Lavender.

A hand tapped him on his arm, and he turned to see Hermione. "Harry? Can I have a dance?" she asked. He smiled and took her hand, leading her out to the dance floor, where a fast Muggle song was playing.

"I'm glad we can finally talk," said Hermione. Harry nodded.

"Me too. And, I'd just like to say, first of all, that I've been a really horrible person to you. You didn't deserve any of it," he said sincerely.

"Thank you, Harry," smiled Hermione. "And I'd like to say that you will always be one of my best friends. Let's not let this stop us. I know it won't spoil it for me."

"We've been through everything together. The Wonder Trio that we form. We can get through this."

Harry nodded at her words, remembering just exactly what they had been through.

"Alright. I'll stop being an ass, and you don't have to worry." He smiled and spun her around. "But I won't regret any of this. I had to do my best."

"You always do," said Hermione casually. "Apart from in our fifth year. Remember how you acted towards Cho?"

"Yeah," said Harry ashamedly. Hermione grinned.

"She's over there, Harry. She's here today. Why not talk to her? If we can still be friends after what's happened, then you can surely talk to her."

"And talk to her he shall." A smooth voice cut in, and Draco took one of Hermione's hands away from Harry. "May I cut in?"

"Yeah." Harry relinquished Hermione's other hand, and she was swept away by Draco. He watched them cut a path through the crowd of people, both staring at each other, so full of love.

Harry slowly walked outside, leaning his head against the wall of the building. He could see the shape of Hogwarts looming in the distance. It was as impressive as ever.

"Harry?" Cho had left the building and was standing next to him, a concerned look on her face. "Are you okay?"

The last words of the song drifted out, making him laugh.

Cause I'm happy now, ohhh, ohhh

"Yes, Cho. I'm more than okay."

Are you happy now?

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