Chapter 11 : The Wedding
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It was finally here. Our son was twenty five years old, and we were just getting married now. He even beat us getting married himself.
It seemed really odd, seeing myself in a white dress. I'd hunted this morning so a faint blush stained my cheeks. My usually wavy hair was in curls. I'd never imagined this day would come around. I'd never even thought about marrying Alexis, until she brought it up once. With Draco I'd said yes straightaway.
Ginny, Hermione and Cassie were my bridesmaids, Hermione in a deep red dress, Cassie in a navy dress, and Ginny in gold.
“Oh God, what if he doesn't turn up?” I panicked. What if something awful had happened? What if his family had got wind of it?
“He's there,” Cassie said dismissively. She was a bit blunt, but she meant well. Since Angel had changed her, she seemed to have frozen in her personality. She came across as a bitch, but she really wasn't.
Ginny's warm hands grabbed my shoulders. “Snap out of it. He loves you. He always has. Always.”
“How did you guys do it?” I looked up at them from where I was sat. “How did you walk down there and give yourself to another person?”
“I'm not going to lie,” Hermione said, “I honestly thought Ron would run off halfway through the ceremony. But I trusted him, and he didn't.”
Mum and Dad came in then. “They're all ready for you, darling,” Mum said, stroking my hair. “You look so beautiful.”
Ron, Harry and Angel came to get their respective partners to walk down the aisle with them. Angel took one look at my face and came to hug me.
“I love you, Mum,” he whispered.
Then it was just me, Mum and Dad. I took a deep breath.
“Knock knock,” came a familiar voice at the door.
“Alexis!” I practically screamed. I wasn't sure she'd come.
She swallowed while looking at me. “I want to give you my blessing. You and Draco. You're meant to be together.”
I didn't know what to say. I think the tears bubbling over my eyes said it all.
“Lily,” Dad said, alarmed. He still didn't know how to deal with crying girls.
“Come with us?” I asked Alexis in a shaking voice.
She shook her dark head. “You're not mine to give away. I'll still be here though. I wouldn't miss it for the world.”
We made our way to the garden of my parents' house. If it was possible, Dad had made the house even bigger, accommodating for the many Weasleys, each of whom was pretty much family, if not quite directly. A scarlet aisle was dividing the seats of the guests, and at the end of it stood an arch filled with red roses. Draco was waiting for me, looking absolutely gorgeous. His pale white skin glowing from the sun. His happiness was radiating off him, infecting me so much that instead of crying, I was smiling. Whoever thought that Draco Black would be marrying me, plain old Daisy Potter?
My bridesmaids were on one side of the arch, and Harry, Ron and Angel, as Draco's best men, were stood on the other side. It had taken Harry and Ron a long time to forgive Draco. Ron might be insensitive, but he felt as strongly for me as Harry did. I was practically his sister. The huge Weasley clan had pretty much adopted us Potters, including Mum and Dad.
After what felt like a year, I finally reached the end of the aisle, and Dad placed my hand in Draco's.
“That wasn't hard, was it?” Draco murmured in my ear as we had our first dance.
“No,” I agreed. “Although I did keep expecting things to go wrong.”
“It was perfect,” Draco grinned down at me, his grey eyes twinkling. “You're perfect.”
“Oh, shut up,” I retorted, before he swept me back and kissed me. Everyone applauded. If I could, I would've blushed.
Other couples headed onto the dance floor. Ron and Hermione, twirling slowly. Harry and Ginny, watching them from the side, as neither of them were fans of dancing. Heavily pregnant with twins Luna and her new husband Rolf, exhibiting some crazy moves they'd learned from their travels. Neville and his wife Hannah, who was used to him treading on her feet now. Cassie, shaking her head, embarrassed, watching Sirius and Fiona (poorly) attempt to tango. Everyone was giving Remus and Tonks a wide berth, as Tonks frequently tripped over her own feet just while standing, and Remus wasn't exactly graceful himself.
“May I have a turn with the blushing bride?” Fred's voice came from behind Draco, and he left, off to have a turn with someone else.
“You really know how to ruin a moment, don't you Fred,” I teased him.
“I sure do,” he grinned. “Merlin, you've come a long way from falling into my lap on the train.”
“Oh, shut up,” I said. Draco was now dancing awkwardly with Cassie, while Angel laughed at the pair of them from the sidelines with Scorpius as she glared at them.
“No pranks today then?” I grinned up at him.
“Ah, dear Daisy, that would be telling,” he teased me back.
“You know, I heard that James and Freddie gave you a run for your money whilst they were at school,” I told him.
“I heard that Al and Roxy are worse,” he replied. “God help me and George, hiring Freddie. I think that was the worst decision we've ever made. He turned the back office into a swamp. One that isn't portable.”
“My turn,” Harry cut in.
“Back to my dearest woman,” Fred mock saluted him.
“You don't have a woman,” Harry looked amused.
“I'll just have to find one to pull then,” Fred called over his shoulder, and winked.
“I feel sorry for the poor girl he puts his moves on,” I said, and Harry laughed.
“No sex for you,” he said suddenly, remembering what usually occurs after a wedding.
I glared at him. “You couldn't stop us when we were teenagers, so you're not going to stop us now. Besides, what can happen? We've already had a child.”
“No more children then.”
“I can't have any more,” I reminded him. Again.
“Yeah, well, I might change my mind about forgiving him,” Harry mock glared.
“Don't be an arse,” I told him, and he grinned.
“I'm just kidding, I want you to be happy together.”
“We are,” I said. “Now let me go back to my God damn husband!”
Draco heard me and sped over. “Sorry Potter, she's mine now.”
“Merlin help you, Black,” Harry teased him, and went back to Ginny, who was sat at a table with Ron and Hermione.
“Our little family is finally together,” I told him.
“You call this little?” he snorted, gesturing to everyone else.
“I mean you and me and Angel, stupid,” I teased.
With a sigh, Draco looked over to where Scorpius was standing with Al.
“Don't you want him as part of our family?” I asked quietly.
“Of course I do... but I also don't, at the same time. I know what it costs.”
“You know I never would have chosen this life for us,” I told him.
“I don't think things would be much different if you hadn't been changed,” his pale hand tucked a stray curl behind my ear. “Bellatrix still would've cast a memory charm on me. You still would've had Angel, I still would've married Astoria and had Scorp, and we'd still be here right now.”
“If we hadn't ran into each other that day...” I couldn't even finish the sentence.
“It would've happened sooner or later,” Draco reassured me. “We're supposed to be together Daisy. The way I feel about you... it's too strong not to mean anything.”
I melted into him for a kiss as he said that last part.
A ridiculous amount of bedrooms had been added to the Potters house in Godric's Hollow, making it a small mansion. Only just smaller than Malfoy Manor, in fact. Even with all these extra bedrooms, people were having to share. Dad and Daisy were in her old room, James and Lily in the master bedroom, Harry and Ginny in his old room. Molly and Arthur Weasley had a room, Sirius and Fiona had a room, Angel and Cassie had a room. Bill and Fleur had a room, Teddy and Victoire had one, Dom was sharing with Molly, Lucy, Roxy, Rose, Lily and Alice Longbottom. Neville and Hannah had a room, and Rolf and Luna. Charlie was bunking with Fred. George and Angelina had a room, Freddie, Louis, James, Hugo, Al and I were sharing. Ron and Hermione had a room, and Remus and Tonks shared one. Is that everyone? Oh wait, Percy and Audrey. That's seventeen bedrooms. It didn't really seem fair that the younger generations who were single were forced to share, especially as we were all (or nearly all) of age. And Freddie and James snore like no tomorrow.
After a while, Louis snuck out to join the girls. They were probably all gossiping.
“How do you deal with this?” I whispered to Al, referencing the snoring.
I sensed him smirk in the darkness as he slipped off his camp bed and into mine. “I've never shared a room with James on a permanent basis. Reckon you can be quiet?”
Before I had time to protest his hand was pulling my face towards his.
Oh sweet Merlin.
My hand was magnetically drawn to his slim body. I hesitated, before stroking his bare chest.
Al and I had never really discussed our relationship. Nobody knew about us yet. I didn't even know what we were.
Al groaned into my ear and nibbled it, before leaving to go back to his own bed.
God damn you, Albus Severus Potter.
He quietly pushed his bed closer to mine, and I reached out in the dark for his hand.
“Al,” I began quietly. James and Freddie were still snoring, although it was more like deep breathing now. I wasn't worried about Hugo. He slept like the dead.
“What the hell is this?”
He snickered in the dark. “That's obvious, dummy. We're boyfriends.”
Hmmm. Boyfriends. I quite liked that.
“Were you ever planning on telling me I was your boyfriend?” I whispered cheekily, giving his hand a squeeze.
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