A/N: Thanks again for the reviews and sweet messages. Courf and Jehan fluff is, as promised, still on it's way. I'm not yet finished with it so... we have to wait a little longer for that. For now I have the shortest piece in this drabbles series until now. Just some small cute Enjolras/Eponine.
Oh and i forgot the disclaimer in the last two chapters so here it is again:
Disclaimer: Nope, still not owning Les Mis.
She took the last couple of steps towards him, arms linked with Grantaire. Normally this was a fathers job, but she hadn't spoken to her father in years so she opted for her best friend instead. She had seen the way the eyes of the man in front of her had lit up when she entered the room. Their eyes had locked and still were now she was walking down the aisle. She had eyes for no one but him. Eponine took the last step, hugged Grantaire and took the hand of the man who would be her husband only minutes from now. Grantaire gave him a warning look as if to say 'I know where to find you when you hurt her.' but he didn't say the words. Instead he took his seat at the front row.
Eponine looked at her husband-to-be. He looked odd, too neat. He never was neat. He was always busy and that caused the fact that there was a mess everywhere he went. He himself was a mess most of the time. His hair was combed back in a way it never was, so she extended her hand and ruffled it. She heard the people around her laugh at the gesture. His eyes were still only focused on her, an expression of love on his face. She tucked a piece of hair behind his ear. It looked more natural now, more like the man she woke up to and went to bed with, more like the man who would become her husband today, more like Enjolras.
A/N: Yeah it was about marriage again. I'm sorry. I have a minor (or not so minor) obsession with stuff that's about marriage or getting children so those things might be recurring themes in the drabbles. If you like to see some other period of their lives just let me know, I'm sure i can come up with something.