Here's the next chapter... which should be fairly entertaining :P

Also, I wrote about a quarter of this on my iPod, whilst on the way to the mall

Disclaimer: I don't own Les Mis or the characters

Cosette. Eponine thought, Of course. She looked at Marius, who looked rather annoyed by the interruption. For a moment, their eyes met, but then both turned to see Cosette walking up the aisle, her golden blonde hair in loose curls and her crystal blue eyes fixed on Marius. She wore a bright pink dress with far too many ribbons and frills, as well as a bonnet on her head, which was also pink.

"Isn't that Coinette?" Gillenormand muttered.

"Cosette, what the hell are you doing here?" Eponine asked her, a cold hatred in her voice. Cosette ignored her and walked right up to Marius, who glared at her as she approached him.

"You loved me, Marius." she said in that annoyingly high pitch voice of hers.

"I thought I loved you." he replied coldly.

"I think you still do."

"No, I really don't. As you can see, I'm about to marry the girl that I do love. The one you told me was dead." he glared at her harshly.

"You don't love the street rat, Marius." Cosette said, as if the mere idea was foolish. Who could love her? Cosette wondered, She doesn't have a penny to her name. Marius' eyes flashed dangerously.

"Call her that again, Cosette. I dare you." he hissed venemously. Cosette flinched at the amount of pure hatred in his voice. Cosette was getting desperate. He needs to realise that it's me he loves... not that piece of flith. Once he realises that he loves me, we can have our happily ever after... He just needs to realise that it's me that he loves. Not the street rat. But how can I make him see...? And then she kissed him. She grabbed his shoulders and, stepping forward, pressed her lips to his. There was another collective gasp. Marius immediately stepped back and Cosette was pulled back by Eponine.

"Oh hell no!" Eponine said before her fist collided with Cosette's face, hitting her in the eye. She stumbled back and then lunged at Eponine, in an attempt to pin her to the ground. Eponine easily shoved her aside and punched her again, this time hitting her in the jaw and causing one of her teeth to go through her lip. Her lip started to bleed. Cosette yelped and then swung at her, hitting her cheek. Marius was about to intefere, but didn't need to because it was then that he heard a sickening crack that came when Eponine punched Cosette in the nose. Cosette let out another cry of pain and blood started to gush from her nose.

"You... you bitch!" she exclaimed, glaring at Eponine.

"Call me that one more time, Cosette." Eponine replied, warning in her voice as she glared at the blond. Cosette turned and ran out, her eye starting to bruise, her nose gushing blood, and her lip starting to swell. Marius stared at his soon-to-be wife in awe and pure love.

"I love you." he said to her, causing her to smile.

"I love you too." she replied. Marius wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride." the priest said just as Marius pressed his lips to Eponine's. The crowd cheered. Eponine smiled as she kissed him back. They were married. He was her husband... Eponine was immensely happy, as was Marius. He had just married his best friend. She was his wife... After a moment, Marius seemed to remember that there were people–strangers, actually, since all were friends of Monsieur Gillenormand–watching them and he pulled back. Both Marius and Eponine were smiling widely and both radiated happiness. They may not have had any friends who hadn't died, but they had eachother, and that was enough for them to get by. They would not forget their friends who had died at the barricade, of course not! But they, together, would be able to move on. They had eachother and that was all they needed.

Marius spun his wife around in the ballroom of Monsieur Gillenormand's house (they had returned there after the ceremony) as they danced their first dance as a married couple. Eponine couldn't help bu laugh out of pure joy. Marius twirled her. Then, pulling her close, he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her lovingly. Eponine kissed him back, smiling brightly.

"I love you." she murmured against his lips.

"I love you too, Eponine Pontmercy." he replied softly. She smiled again. He twirled her once more, causing another laugh. As the song drifted to an end and a new one began to play, Monsieur Gillenormand walked over to the happy couple.

"May I?" he asked, addressing Eponine. With a glance at Marius, who smiled at her, Eponine nodded.

"Of course." she said with a smile.

Monsieur Gillenormand, despite being rather old, turned out to be a fairly good dancer.

"You dance well, Monsieur." Eponine commented, smiling as he twirled her.

"As do you, Madame." Gillenormand replied. And then, after a moment, he added, "I think you should know, I always hoped that you would end up with Marius."

"Really?" she asked, quite surprised by this.

"Yes. I never liked that Corette. Never thought she was right for Marius. But you, my dear, belong with him. You two have been best friends for 10 years and I know you've loved him for almost the same amount of time as you've known him. You've always done anything you can for him and I know you make him happy. When he thought he had lost you, he was broken. I had never seen him so destroyed. And then, when he found out that you were alive, I think it's easy to say that he transformed into the happiest man in Paris. He loves you very much, Eponine. It took nearly losing you for him to see that, but now that he has, he will always love you. You two will live a very happy life together, I'm sure of it." Gillenormand told her. She smiled widely, tears of joy in her eyes once again.

"Thank you, Monsieur."

"Any time, my dear." he replied, "Now I'd better get you back to your husband, he'll be wanting you back now." Gillenormand brought her over to Marius, who greeted her with a passionate kiss. She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck as his arms ensnared her waist. Monsieur Gillenormand left to talk with the wedding guests. Marius and Eponine stayed in eachother's embrace, their foreheads touching and their eyes engaged in a silent yet irrefutable conversation of love, for awhile. No one bothered them, the moment was just too sweet to interrupt. Anyone who looked upon them could see that they were so unquestionably, incontrovertibly, and inarguably in love. Then Basque, one of Gillenormand's servants, called out,

"The Baron and Baroness du Thénard wish to pay their respects to the groom." And in walked the Thenardiers.

Dun, dun, dun! I really do love leaving y'all with cliff hangers. It amuses me so. Well, au revoir... I'm gonna go and eat a baguette... and some fromage... and stuff.