"Dearly Beloved -"
Oh Godric, it's only just sinking in – I'm going to be Mrs. Draco Malfoy!
" – this man and this woman in holy matrimony - "
Okay, breathe in and out – you're doing fine.
"- into this holy estate these two persons present - "
Just remember to say 'I do'.
" – let them speak now or forever hold their peace."
I do, I do, I do.
The silence was deafening as Hermione continued her mental chants.
Then a woman, strangely familiar to Hermione, rose from her seat, clutching a blond boy's hand.
"Draco, this is your son."