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"What rules? I follow my heart."
-Alison Malee
The day has come. Daphne adjusts her white gown before moving her fingers to the pearl necklace her sister gave her.
Her side of the venue is empty, but she isn't surprised. Whenever they found out who she was in love with, so many people sneered and hissed their little insults. They tried to tell her it isn't proper, that she's breaking some great rule the universe has set out for her to follow.
Why should she care about any rules when she knows what her heart wants? Freckles, kind eyes, the sweetest smile she's ever seen. How could anyone ever spend time with Neville Longbottom and not fall head over heels in love with him?
Some believe that she's throwing her life away, but she doesn't care. Her heart wants what it wants.
The piano plays, and she steps forward. His eyes find hers, and they widen as though she is the most wonderful thing he has ever seen.
No one else has ever looked at her like that. Sure, she has always been told that she is beautiful, but Neville is the only one who makes her feel like it's true without having to say a word. When she looks in his eyes, there is no doubt in her mind that she is loved.
She comes to a stop beside him, her heart racing. It's the best sort of nervous, the sort that mingles so perfectly with joy. This is it; it's finally happening, and they are getting married.
He takes her by the hand, his smile so warm that she thinks she might melt into a puddle before she can say her vows.
Some say she's making a mistake. She doesn't believe that. Neville makes her feel like the happiest, most loved person in the world.
And, as the ring goes on her finger, she knows that this is her forever love, and no one can tell her otherwise.