Meanwhile, twenty-three years later, a third couple walked up to the altar. A green skinned it, who looked stunning in its tuxedo with a long skirt instead of pants, held the hand of it's adopted brother, and walked towards the old man in a dress.
"Robe." The priest corrected. "Do you Fabala Potter Malfoy."
"That's hyphenated." Fabala corrected.
"Fabala Potter-Malfoy, take you, Jacob-"
"Yero."
"What?" Draco whispered to Harry. "I thought his name was Jacob."
"Yero Granger-Weasley-"
"That's not hyphenated," Yero corrected. (A/N Reasons: We still don't own Wicked.)
"Yero Granger Weasley Potter Malfoy"
"That's Malfoy Potter."
"Fuck it. Kiss it."
"What, in public?" Yero asked.
"No you dipshit, you're married, kiss your . . . husbride."
"Fine, but no tip for you!"
Somewhere up above their heads, Remus and Sirius were looking down at the wedding.
Sirius looked at Remus. "What was nice."
Remus smiled, "Yes it was."
"Oh good, so you're horny, too!"
"Fuck, yes!"
Reasons: Thank god. It's done. God bless my laptop. Wait... I am god...shit...
Other person: So what if I can't remember my pen name? I wanted to have the pope kill someone, but Reasons wouldn't let me, since we already probably pissed off the British. Oh, can someone please tell me my pen name?
Reasons: I still have copyright on most of the sex. The good sex. Oh, and hi Ellis. As for having someone get killed by the pope . . .
The Pope: Die, bitch, die! Shoots Reasons' Co-Author
Reasons: Yes! Wasn't that a great ending?
Fin.