"Luna, you can't go in there! It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding!"
His mother's screeching was the only warning Draco had before the door was flung open with enough force to hit the wall behind it.
"Are you mad?" he growled.
"No, but I've heard that you are." she marched right up to him.
"I'm not the one who's come looking for my future spouse, superstitions be damned." he snarked.
"No, you're the one who's thrown things at the florist, made the caterer cry, caused the baker to leave without even finishing setting up the cake, cursed Madame Malkins' descendents for the next five generations, silenced your father, banished Neville from the room, and made Harry's hair to resemble a rude finger gesture. I really don't fancy getting married in a cell at Azkaban, so could you please stop whatever this is before you hex the Minister of Magic?" she shouted at him.
He didn't back down even a fraction. "Those flowers were not as fresh as they should have been. The chicken looks dry and the sauce on the noodles is too thin. One sleeve of my dress robe is a quarter inch longer than the other. My father ... well, I didn't need him explaining the facts of life to me this morning. Longbottom can't seem to tie his tie properly even after I showed him twice and maybe now Potter will learn some hair grooming spells."
She shook her head and smiled at him. "You're frustrated because you want everything to be perfect."
"It's supposed to be perfect!" he insisted. "This is our wedding day. We're going to remember this day for the rest of our lives. I don't want us to remember a wedding cake with flowers that are asymmetrical or the Weasleys teasing Potter about his hair looking like some muggle telly character named Alibaba."
"It's Alfalfa." she informed him, smothering a grin.
"Whatever!" he fumed. "This is our day and you've been through so much and you deserve ... "
She reached up, grabbed his face and pulled him down into a kiss. When they finally broke, she looked him in the eyes.
"Draco Malfoy, I love you. I don't care if the flowers or the food or the cake or your robe or anything else isn't perfect, as long as there's nothing wrong with it that's going to harm us. When I think about this day twenty years from now, I'm going to remember the look in your eyes as you recite your vow, the moment you slipped your ring on my finger, the minister pronouncing us husband and wife and telling you to kiss the bride, and all of our family and friends being here to share our day. Everything else is just details."
"Are you sure?" he whispered, looking into her eyes uncertainly.
"Positive." she kissed him again. "Now let's go get married."