A Beautiful Union

A/N: Thank you to TheNextMrsMalfoy, Resplendent Decadence, and Mistress Fang for reviewing! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

"Fat chance I'll be attending this wedding!" Ron spat at Voldemort's feet. "I'll do all I can to try and stop it!"

Voldemort chuckled. "Oh, I'm not too sure about that. After all, you are one of the groomsmen!"

"What? No!" Ron shook his head in disbelief, but he noticed his limbs were growing heavy and his eyelids didn't want to stay open. He felt drugged and ill and wonderful at the same time, and as he looked up in bewilderment, the last thing he saw was Voldemort smiling with his wand pointed at his neck.

"Sleep tight, little Weasley. Until the wedding." And Ron's world went blank.

By the time Ron finally came to, the Great Hall had already undergone its magnificent transformation from school cafeteria to high-end wedding venue. Gone were the four old wooden house tables, and in their place stood row upon row of silvery white folding chairs, all containing the words "Malfoy and Weasley 5ever" delicately painted in sparkly pink ink on the back of them. In the middle of the many rows of chairs, the floor was parted by a vibrant red carpet which stretched all the way from the doors to the elevated stage where the staff table once stood. It was on this stage that Draco and Ginny would shortly be wed, and Voldemort had taken an extraordinary amount of care making sure that it looked perfect. Thousands of bouquets containing the most exotic and colorful flowers formed a semi-circular wall in front of which the reading of the vows would take place. On either side of these flowers stood a vast array of what appeared to be magically lit candles, though upon closer observance one would notice that the faint glow emanating from each of these was in reality not a flame but a fairy. Voldemort had spent hours collecting these fairies the night before, and was pleased to see that they looked simply stunning displayed on stage.

In the center of the stage stood the Adonis Draco Malfoy, who was so attractive he seemed to shine in the soft light, standing next to his best man, Blaise Zabini. The usually calm and collected Draco was utterly nervous, though to the untrained eye, he hid it extremely well. There were certain things, however, that stood out: he twiddled his fingers a little too much, and every now and then he snuck an anxious glance towards the doors where Ginny would soon be entering. He felt like his heart was sprinting a marathon in his chest, and he shot his best man a nervous smile before he turned to face the wedding guests.

Blaise, on the other hand, was overcome by an emotion entirely different from nerves: jealousy. He had always fancied Ginny, and that time in the sixth book where Pansy had said "even you think she's good looking, don't you Blaise?" gave Blaise the slightest hope for a Blaise/Ginny relationship. Although he was disappointed he couldn't be with Ginny, he would much rather she be with Draco than Harry and, as such, he refused to ruin this big day for either of them.

Now that it was only mere minutes before the hottest union of Harry Potter fandom was about to take place, people had begun trickling into the Great Wedding Venue and taking their seats in their assigned sections. Voldemort knew that this was going to be a behemoth of an event, so he had grouped people by ship loyalty, degree of relation to the Malfoys, political prominence, fame, and degree of relation to the Weasleys. This meant that while Bellatrix, Snape, and many of the other Death Eaters enjoyed prime seating, Molly and Arthur Weasley were forced to cram themselves in to one of the rows in the very back.

These seats were still preferable to Harry's. Harry had been promised by Dumbledore that he would be given a specially marked seat in the "fame" section, next to the Weird Sisters and Chorlus Hottman and directly behind the Prime Minister. When he arrived at the Hall, however, he was annoyed but all together not too surprised that his seat was actually behind the Weasley section and so far in the back that it was technically not even in the Great Hall at all. To make matters worse, his chair looked like it came out of a 1970s junkyard and smelled suspiciously like a great many people had peed on it, but he decided to sit down anyways because he did not want to miss the chance to at least try to stop the girl he "loved" from finding happiness with Malfoy.

Once all of the guests had arrived and were comfortably in their seats, Voldemort knew it was time to make his vision complete. He excitedly waved his wand and, at once, the Great Wedding Venue's ceiling was filled with a montage of Drinny fanart, Drinny fanvids, and every single instant of film time that they had spent together since the beginning of the Harry Potter film series. A good few tears and thunderous applause followed from the audience, who, save for those seated in the back, were simply giddy about this glorious wedding.

And now, Voldemort knew, the moment had come. He snapped his fingers and was immediately transformed from Dark Lord to Wedding Minister. His black robes were replaced with a white, flowing Priest's outfit, and a tall red and white miter appeared suddenly atop his sleek bald head. Very pleased with his rather majestic appearance, he sauntered down the red carpet and onto the stage, giving the thumbs up signal to the orchestra. The wedding was about to commence.

An awed hush grew over the entire Great Hall as the sounds of the loveliest violins were heard, sweet and beautiful, from the back of the Hall where the orchestra was seated.

After several beautiful minutes of violin concertos, the harp began playing a dear a familiar song to everyone...

Aaaaaaaveeee Mariiiiiiiiiiheeeeeyaaaaa!

Unfortunately for those present, it was not a world-renown singer who was giving this horrific rendition of Ave Maria; it was Dumbledore. The buzz from earlier that morning had not yet worn off, and in his semi-intoxicated state, he was convinced that the wedding simply would not be complete without him singing. So, to everyone's great annoyance, he was now standing on the stage belting out wedding songs for the beloved couple.

Graaaatiiiiaaa Pleeeennnaaaaa

Mariaaaa, Gratiaa Pleeeheeheeenaaaa!

"Someone get him offstage!" Voldemort hissed to Filch, who lumbered forward and collected Dumbledore before too much damage could be done.

"Thank you! Thank you so much for your – hiccup- support! I'm so pleased to be able to –BELCH- sing for you on this enchanted evening!" Dumbledore slurred as Filch escorted him away from the microphone and the crowd started booing. He passed out in his seat at the very back and, fortunately, remained that way for the rest of the wedding.

Now that Dumbledore's awkward moment was finally over, the entire orchestra began to play as the wedding party glided down the aisle and to the stage. Hermione, Fleur, Luna, and Colin Creevey were the lucky bridesmaids, while Crabbe, Goyle, Zabini, and Ron Weasley were the groomsmen. There was, undoubtedly, something odd about the way Ron was acting; it was almost as if he had been bewitched. His eyes were glossy, his hair disheveled, and he had an enormous grin plastered on his face that seemed to suggest he was actually happy about his sister's wedding rather than appalled.

"Fine day we're having, isn't it?" He whispered loudly to Hermione as they walked down the aisle together. "It just makes me want to siiiiing! I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN, I'LL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVVVE ME, PAPA PAPARAZZI- AHHH Hermione, ouch!" He rubbed his shoulder after Hermione promptly collided her fist with it. "What was that for?"

Hermione smiled and whispered through gritted teeth, "Are you mad? Shut up! We're supposed to be walking to the stage, not performing at a Lady Gaga concert! Get a grip!"

Ron furrowed his brow. "Sorry, I got a bit confused. I'll be good now." And he faced forward with a serious expression until they finally made it to the altar.

Voldemort noticed Ron's little skirmish in the aisle and panicked: Had that horse tranquilizer he'd given him been too strong? He certainly hoped not. He didn't want the little Weasel to ruin this whole thing. He noticed Hermione's calming effect on Ron and felt the tension leave him; Ron would behave himself, for now at least…

And as soon as the wedding party had gotten in place, the music surged to a much higher volume and everyone rose to their feet. The organs blared, signaling the beginning of the most awaited tune of the century…the Wedding March.

A/N: To be continued! And I do love reviews so feel free to make my day and write me one!