You are so close to me. Your shoulder brushes mine and sends shivers trough my body. You stand proudly next to me, waiting for the ceremony to begin. You are so beautiful : tall, fit with those impossible green eyes who can melt my heart like nothing else. So different from the first time I saw you, nearly ten years ago : so thin, so small with the weight of the world on your frail shoulders. Years after years, I saw you grow, mature, become a man; I saw you smile, hurt, cry, but you never gave up. I didn't know I loved you until that day when Voldemort almost killed you. When Albus told me you could die, I knew I couldn't survive without, you but you came back to the world; you came back to me. I love you; I love the way you walk, the way you always try to make me smile, even when I snap back at you; I love your flaws, your failures, I love all of you.
You glance at me and I can see you're nervous; Everyone you love is here : the Weasleys, Lupin, Hagrid. From the corner of my eye I see Draco crying (impossible, Malfoys never cry). In the front row, Albus is holding Minerva's hand who can barely repress tears of joy. I look at you; you are my world, my life, you are THE one. I put my hand in my pocket and I can feel the ring. It's the symbol of your love, and when I give it to you, I can feel my heart break, because today you're getting married, and it's not to me.