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Written for auction prompt - HarryDaphne
Word Count - 254
A Title To Wear With Pride
She's not who you thought you'd end up with.
When you were a teenager, you didn't have any thoughts of who you'd marry because you weren't sure if you'd even live long enough to get married. And when the time finally came when you realised you were actually free to live a normal life, you expected Ginny to be the one walking towards you.
You didn't realise that the year apart was more of a chasm than you could conquer.
You got on with your life and you dated girls who were short and girls who were tall and girls who were blonde and some who were brunette.
You didn't feel a connection with any of them, and you were ready to give up.
And then she arrived.
She was there, with her sass and her beauty and her smirk that said 'I know things you don't know.' She drove you mad, she pushed your buttons, she was everything you thought you couldn't handle.
It was slow, so slow you didn't even notice it happening.
And then she was there, and you were in love, and she stayed in your arms when you feared she would run.
You stand at the bottom of the aisle, with Ron by your side, and you watch Daphne Greengrass walk towards you.
She is beautiful.
In a few short minutes, when you walk hand in hand, she will be Daphne Potter and you will be the man who is happy. That's a title you will wear with pride.