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Pansy scoffs, pouring herself a glass of firewhiskey. "Why the hell would I want to come to Weasley and Granger's wedding?" she asks. "Committing yourself to one person like that… It ain't natural!"

Ginny rolls her eyes. "You'll come because you love me," she says simply.

Pansy bites back a scowl. It's true enough. They're as different as can be, a fact the world is not going to ever let them forget. Ginny is a war hero, a fighter for good. Pansy is cold and dark, and they love reminding her how very flawed she is.

But she does love Ginny. It defies all logic, but she loves her more than she could ever say.

"Weddings are good for the soul, you know," Ginny says, and she sounds so much like Lovegood that Pansy laughs.

"Oh, puh-lease," she says with a snort. "I have no soul."

"If you say so."

Pansy shrugs before knocking back her glass, savoring the burn of the liquor. "I do. But yeah. I'll come with you to this pointless, aimless wedding," she says. "Just know I will be miserable the entire time."

The way Ginny's face brightens is enough to make Pansy not care about her own discomfort. If it makes Ginny happy, Pansy will go through hell a thousand times.

Ginny throws her arms around Pansy, kissing her gently. "You're awesome."

"Damn right."

Pansy wonders if she will ever feel comfortable at the Burrow. Molly Weasley goes out of her way to let Pansy know she's practically family, but she can still feel the tension. She is a Slytherin, a monster, and she will never be good enough to be here.

"You are an absolute vision in green," Ginny says, stumbling slightly. She pauses and frowns before pulling her shoes off and tossing them under the nearest chair. "Heels are honestly a nightmare. Shall we?"

People still watch her. Pansy knows what they must be thinking. She is a demon, and she clearly has no other goal in life except to corrupt Ginny and make her just as wrong and twisted, just as evil. Pansy wonders if anyone would believe that Ginny's goodness is exactly why Pansy loves her; it makes Pansy want to be better.

"Bill had his wedding here too," Ginny tells her as they take their seats. "Percy, too."

"Do you think you'll have yours here?" Pansy asks.

"I think you'll want to have a say in where we get married, love."

Pansy swallows dryly, a nervous laugh spilling from her lips. Married. The thought of standing before so many people and making an oath to love and cherish someone for the rest of her life is terrifying.

Except, maybe if it's Ginny, it won't be so bad. Merlin knows Ginny has made her life so much more beautiful. Pansy wouldn't mind holding on to that beauty for eternity.

She sighs and turns her gaze to the night sky overhead. The stars twinkle against an inky backdrop.

Really, the Burrow is quite lovely at night. She could easily see having a wedding here and being happy with it.

A content smile on her lips, Pansy slides her hand into Ginny's. "It would be a nice venue," she says. "Some day. When we're both ready."