Hope everyone is enjoying reading the story as much as I am writing it.
Author Note: I don't own the characters just the story itself.
P.S. Thanks for the nice crits I've received so far. This is my first fan
fic and it's nice to know that I'm writing something that others like.
"Harry are you o.k.?"
Harry sighed. Only Ron could ask such a silly question. No he was most certainly not o.k. He was terrified. In the span of only a few short years he'd faced mountain trolls, dragons, death eaters and the most evil wizard in history, but none of those encounters had frightened him half as much as what he would face in just a few minutes. He was getting married in less than an hour, and he was scared to death.
"I'm fine Ron."
"Are you sure Harry. You look a little pale."
"I said I'm fine."
"Well you don't have to bite my head off Harry. I just thought you looked a bit pale that's all."
"Sorry Ron I guess I'm just a bit nervous. I didn't mean to take it out on you."
"No problem mate, just remember me and Hermione are here for you. Both of you."
This last statement caught Harry off guard. "Ron do you really mean that?"
"Course I do. I admit that I was a bit shocked at first when I learned about you and Malfoy, but I want you to be happy, and if marrying Malfoy makes you happy then that's all that matters."
Harry regarded his friend with a new respect. Ron had certainly matured a lot in the past six years. They all had. It just took an event like this one to bring things into focus. With difficulty he held back the tears that wanted to fall. He was fortunate and what's more he knew it. He had two of the best friends anyone could ever hope to have and an adoring soon to be spouse. "Come on Ron we're due in the great hall."
Draco had never seen the great hall look so festive before. All the tables and benches had vanished and in their place was row after row of folding chairs. What's more they were painted the appropriate house colors. Flowers and colored ribbons were everywhere. Up front where the teachers normally sat was a wizard that Draco had never seen before, and with him stood his Harry and Weasley. The moment he stepped into the room organ music began to play. He felt panic clutch at him. He needed to run. He couldn't go through with it. He looked at Harry who smiled in turn. Clutching his bouquet tighter he proceeded slowly up to his love, passing amidst his fellow students and then turning to face the minister. He felt Harry take his hand and give it a gentle squeeze.
Though he tried everything (including a pensive) in later years he never could quite remember the ceremony with any clarity. He knew that they must have exchanged vows because almost before he knew it he felt the ring appear on his finger and the minister was introducing them as Mr and Mr. Harry James Potter. Draco hardly heard him he was so busy kissing his new husband. And then the rice began to fall like snow flakes as Peeves scattered it about the room.
"Harry are you o.k.?"
Harry sighed. Only Ron could ask such a silly question. No he was most certainly not o.k. He was terrified. In the span of only a few short years he'd faced mountain trolls, dragons, death eaters and the most evil wizard in history, but none of those encounters had frightened him half as much as what he would face in just a few minutes. He was getting married in less than an hour, and he was scared to death.
"I'm fine Ron."
"Are you sure Harry. You look a little pale."
"I said I'm fine."
"Well you don't have to bite my head off Harry. I just thought you looked a bit pale that's all."
"Sorry Ron I guess I'm just a bit nervous. I didn't mean to take it out on you."
"No problem mate, just remember me and Hermione are here for you. Both of you."
This last statement caught Harry off guard. "Ron do you really mean that?"
"Course I do. I admit that I was a bit shocked at first when I learned about you and Malfoy, but I want you to be happy, and if marrying Malfoy makes you happy then that's all that matters."
Harry regarded his friend with a new respect. Ron had certainly matured a lot in the past six years. They all had. It just took an event like this one to bring things into focus. With difficulty he held back the tears that wanted to fall. He was fortunate and what's more he knew it. He had two of the best friends anyone could ever hope to have and an adoring soon to be spouse. "Come on Ron we're due in the great hall."
Draco had never seen the great hall look so festive before. All the tables and benches had vanished and in their place was row after row of folding chairs. What's more they were painted the appropriate house colors. Flowers and colored ribbons were everywhere. Up front where the teachers normally sat was a wizard that Draco had never seen before, and with him stood his Harry and Weasley. The moment he stepped into the room organ music began to play. He felt panic clutch at him. He needed to run. He couldn't go through with it. He looked at Harry who smiled in turn. Clutching his bouquet tighter he proceeded slowly up to his love, passing amidst his fellow students and then turning to face the minister. He felt Harry take his hand and give it a gentle squeeze.
Though he tried everything (including a pensive) in later years he never could quite remember the ceremony with any clarity. He knew that they must have exchanged vows because almost before he knew it he felt the ring appear on his finger and the minister was introducing them as Mr and Mr. Harry James Potter. Draco hardly heard him he was so busy kissing his new husband. And then the rice began to fall like snow flakes as Peeves scattered it about the room.
