A/N: Good Morning! How are all of you? Now, I want everyone to wish SJCforever a very Happy Birthday, for it is tomorrow. Other than that, I want to apologize for a short chappy. Ok, I want your thoughts on the following idea. What do you think about a sequel to this story?

krillball6- Hmm… well, there is more excitement coming your way. The wedding chapter is coming really soon, so you won't have to wait long.

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Fleur and Victor's wedding was in February. It wasn't a large even, just for family and close friends.

Jacqueline and Draco were busily planning their own wedding which was going to be in May. Their time together was limited as Jacqueline had to work more at the school. In March, she started to prepare the students for their exams, therefore having more papers to grade.

The only time the two could to see each other was when Jacqueline was going to Hogsmeade's. Sometimes those visits would be interrupted by the press who wanted to ask Amaryllis questions. Week by week passed and soon the students were on Spring Break.

Being caught up with all her work, Jacqueline went to Malfoy Manor; quietly entering, she headed for Draco's office. It was empty. Suddenly, music reached her ears and she smiled.

As Jacqueline entered the music room, she saw Draco at the piano, his back to her. She softly walked up to him. As he was about to strike the final chord, he felt someone's arms go around his neck, causing him to slightly jump and then relax. As he finally hit the closing chord, Jacqueline kissed his cheek and sat down next to him.

"I haven't seen you in ages," she said.

"Only two weeks," Draco answered, turning to face her.

"I know, but still," Jacqui whispered against his lips, and then kissed them.

A few moments passed like that; the two facing each other, foreheads touching. Their eyes remained linked and a million thoughts passed through it. After a few moments their lips met in a passionate kiss. But then, an owl flew through the window, interrupting them once more.

Jacqueline laughed softly and took a large envelope from the bird. It was for Jacqueline, and contained several samples for her wedding dress.

"What is it?" asked Draco.

"Something you can't see," said Jacqueline and got up, making Draco follow her.

"And why not?" he smirked, putting his around her waist, holding her back.

"Because I said so," she said, twisting to face him. "You can't see my wedding dress until the wedding."

Draco kissed her smiling lips and let her go, heading back to the piano.

Jacqueline went to the living room and sat down on the couch. She took out small pieces of fabric and laid them out before her. She looked at each one, not able to decide witch one to chose. Each piece seemed to overcome the previous. Each fabric was in beads, silver embroidery, and one piece even had diamonds. Jacqueline ran her hands over them and then started to check how different mixes would look with each other. She finally drew a design and labeled witch fabric was going to go where. She placed the forms back into the envelope and sent them by owl, saying that she'll be in the shop in five minutes. Jacqueline went to the music room and informed Draco that she was going out and then, flooed to Diagon Alley.

"Ms. Riddle," said the shop owner as soon as Jacqueline came into view, "Your design is absolutely gorgeous. I have never seen a dress as beautiful as this one." He then led her to a large table that had the dress laid out on top.

Jacqueline smiled as she softly touched the skirt as though it should fall apart. The shop owner levitated it as Jacqueline headed for the changing room. In five minutes she came out wearing it.

"How much is it?" she asked suddenly.

"100," said the shop owner.

Jacqueline turned to face him, at the same time being thankful that magic existed so the dress didn't have to be heavy.

The shop owner then continued the sentence, "thousand."

Jacqueline nodded and turned back to look at herself in the mirror. She sighed and went to change out of the dress. In the end she paid the sum and minimized the dress so she wouldn't have to burden herself with the large thing.

She came home and placed the dress in her sitting room. She went to the balcony and sat down on an old rusty chair. Foncé leaped onto her lap and began to purr loudly. Jacqueline sat and stared at the garden; mostly at the path of white roses, which was still untaken care of.