A/N The long awaited wedding scene! And another romance blooms!

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I was nervous. "What if I mess everything up? What if I forget what I'm going to say? What if Draco-"

"Harry. Look at me. You're not going to mess up, you've practiced what you're going to say a million times, and Draco is just as nervous as you are. You're both going to be fine. And I'll be standing right there next to you to help you out."

I took a deep breath. "Thank you, Neville. But do I look okay? What if I fall and get dirt on my robes? They're white and it'll stain, and I'll look stupid!"

"HARRY! You look fine, you won't get dirt on your robes because it's SNOWING, and you've never been clumsy. You won't fall. There's nothing to fall on. And if you do, I'll do something even dumber, and everyone will laugh at me and forget about a little trip that you had. If you worry, you're going to do even worse. So focus on your love and forget about everything else."

"Thank you so much, Neville. I'd be dying here without you."

"I'm sure you'd find a way to survive. You always do. Now, let's get you up there. It's time!"

I bit my lip but followed Neville anyway. "Let's go."

I stood at the altar and waited for the music to start. When it did, Draco walked around a corner and started to walk down the aisle. The breath was knocked out of me as Draco lifted his eyes and looked into mine. His grey eyes were almost blue and were masterfully outlined in smokey grey eyeliner. His pale hair was once again beautifully arranged and his gold-line robes were beautiful. I knew mine matched, but at the same time, I think Draco's far outshone mine. He looked like an angel. I hardly noticed Severus at his side. He was too beautiful.

Draco made it to the altar and I forced my mind to come back from Draco-land.

Draco smiled. "You look amazing."

"Not even half as good as you look."

Draco smiled wider. "You don't know how sexy you look right now."

The Ministry official cleared his throat.

Harry took a deep breath and paled slightly. Draco smirked. "Scared, Potter?"

Harry's eyes widened in surprise at the old memory, and then smiled. "You wish." They turned to the official that was about to wed them.

"We are gathered here today to witness the joining of Harry James Potter and Draco nee Lucius Malfoy. Is there any who object to their loving connection?"

There was silence.

"Very well. They want to say their own vows. Harry?"

I swallowed. "Draco, I can't believe that we're finally here. I really can't believe that we wasted so much time in school hating each other. If I could take that all back, I would. But I can't, so I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. You're my strength, the person I lean on, my love, my life, my reason to live, and so much more. I've loved you ever since you comforted me when you had the chance to mock me. You stuck by me when I was too broken to love again, and proved to me that I was worth something. You gave me back my life, and we've created an even better life together. I can't wait to be able to say that you are completely mine. I love you, Draco, and I always will."

"Draco?"

"Harry, I can't believe that we're here either. I would take all of the hate back in a heartbeat, but since we can't, I'll live my life to prove that it doesn't mean anything anymore, and that this new life is what matters. You're my saving grace, my redemption, and my true savior. I don't care that you defeated some crazed lunatic that I almost devoted my life to. I don't care that you have a lightning bolt on your forehead, or anything that comes with that. All I care about is the man behind the stories, and the man behind the false hero layers the world has given you. You're so much more than they could ever know, and I am honored that, of all people, you've chosen me to share yourself with. You've opened up to me, and I've never seen anything so beautiful. You are worth the stars and more, and I can't wait to prove that to you. I can't wait to be completely yours. I love you, Harry, and I always will."

There wasn't a dry eye anywhere. Even the stiff Ministry official had tears in his eyes as he continued with the ceremony. "With that amazing speech by the both of you, Harry James Potter, do you take Draco nee Lucius Malfoy to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Harry smiled. "I do, now and forever."

"Draco, do you take Harry to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Draco began to cry. "I do, now and forever."

The official nodded. "I now pronounce you Harry and Draco Potter! You may kiss each other."

And they did.

Once they pried their faces apart, the room transformed into a large dance hall. It wasn't long before everyone was dancing.

***

I watched my best friend and his husband dance with a smile on my face. They looked so happy together. I wished I could find a love as strong as theirs. They are truly lucky people. They have a beautiful daughter, and each other.

As I watched them dance, another presence walked up behind me. I subtly slid my wand out of its holster, just in case. I turned to greet them.

The stranger put his hands up in surrender. "You can put your wand away. I mean no harm."

I nodded once and flipped my wand back in place. "Blaise Zabini, right? The quiet Slytherin."

"Glad my reputation still stands, after all these years."

"It's not only that. That's all I know you as."

"Interesting. So you wouldn't take offence if I called you Neville Longbottom, the klutzy Gryffindor. Because, obviously, from your immediate guard when I came up behind you, you are no longer klutzy."

"Fair enough. So just Blaise Zabini, right?"

"Right. And you're just Neville Longbottom, right?"

"Indeed." I enjoyed bantering with this strange Slytherin, so I decided to step it up a little bit. "But, if you want to, you can call me Neville."

He dipped his head to the side in a strange nod and smiled. "And you may call me Blaise."

"So, Blaise, and particular reason you came over here?"

Blaise nodded again, a real nod this time. "I noticed we were the only two not dancing, and I was wondering if you wanted to dance with me."

He didn't pose it as a question. "Wouldn't it be better to ask if I even swung that way? Or if I was interested?"

Blaise looked a bit dejected, but nodded again. He started to walk away.

I caught up with him and grabbed his arm to stop him. "I was just asking. If you want to know, I swing both ways, and I am very interested."

Blaise smiled and led me to the dance floor. He wrapped his arms around me and a put my arms around his neck. "I never thought you were that kind of person, Neville."

"I wasn't for a long time."

"What changed?"

"I helped in the war. I slowly gained confidence in my ability to be a wizard, and to top it all off, someone told me that my parents would be proud of me. After that, I stopped striving so hard, and I realized if I didn't try, everything came very easily. I stopped worrying and became who I am now."

"Was it Harry?"

"What?"

"Was he the one who told you your parents would be proud?"

"Yeah. He's a great wizard."

"I know. I had-have an infatuation with him."

"It must be hard, coming here and seeing them get married."

"I don't think it is love, now that I've analyzed it from every direction. I can't look at Harry the same way Draco does. I can't make myself trust him the way Draco does blindly. I couldn't trust him with that much power over me. He could spill it to the world if I made him mad. I couldn't live with that pressure."

"Is that everyone, or just him?"

"Just him. He has a temper to rival every redhead out there."

I laughed. "You're right. He and Ginny got into a fight after they broke up. They were both blue in the face by the time Harry won. It was a hard time for him, obviously, but, looking back now, it's scary how right you are." I paused. "So who would you go for?"

"A mild mannered person. Someone who would never yell at me if I screwed up, and that would love me for me and not let the world know."

I hummed in the back of my throat. Then I tilted my head backwards slightly to look at him. "I could love you like that."

"I know. That's why I asked you to dance."

"Ulterior motive."

"Slytherin." Blaise corrected me.

I laughed. "Will you let me love you like that?"

He smiled. "I'm willing to try."

I smiled back. "Thank you."