The last wedding
“I’m nervous.” Pansy rubbed the white lace covering her stomach.
“Of course you are.” Draco came up behind her and put two firm hands on her shoulders, looking at her sternly through the mirror in front of them. Pansy looked positively breathtaking. “After all if you do it right you’ll only get married once.”
“But am I doing it right though?” Pansy stepped back and leaned on his in tux clad chest. He leaned back a bit, careful not to mess up Pansy’s hair that Fleur had so meticulously put together just that morning.
“Pansy don’t be ridiculous. You and Granger are perfect together and you know it. Your love is so bright it’s hard to watch.” Pansy turned around with that familiar concerned look in her eyes. At the age of thirty three he was still very much alone. Too focussed on work he always said. Too busy running from happiness because you don’t believe you deserve it, Pansy always shot back.
“As long as you know that when the day comes for you you’ll have all six of us walking you down the aisle to give you away. ” She hugged him, painfully tight. Draco could hear she was crying.
“Now don’t start talking about me and my more than dead love life Pans, it’s your wedding day not mine.” The asian woman let him go and grasped his hands. She smiled the entire time Draco fixed her make up, something he had counted on with his planning. Merlin knew he’d done this often enough.
“Am I a crier?” She sniffed as he finished the last details on her eyebrows. “Compared to the others am I a crier?”
Draco smiled thinking back to all of his other friend whom he’d send off to have their happy ever after. First Marcus to Oliver, then Theo to neville, Daphne to Fred, Blaise to Ron and most recently Luna to Ginny. He’d been more than a just a bit surprised to be giving Luna away, but he supposed after five years of working together on a major thestral research project and fifteen years of being very good friends it made some sort of sense.
“Marcus was definitely the worst, but then he was my first so I hadn’t been quite prepared for the many emotions that come with a wedding day.” Draco stepped back into Hermione’s childhood bedroom, taking a quick peek into the garden that was now packed with people. Then he gently lifted up the veil from its box and held it out for Pansy. “You’re definitely doing better than Theo too if it’s any comfort.”
“Theo cried before he walked down the aisle?” Pansy asked surprised. Draco didn’t try to put her focus back on her upcoming wedding hour. Some brides or grooms to be needed distraction just before they committed themselves to their spouse. He knew that after organizing five weddings.
“Of course he did. He was actually worse than Marcus because he had just lost his father while Theo is secretly just a giant bloody sap.” Pansy laughed at that. Maybe he should make a business out of this. Quit the potions lab and just become a wedding organizer. At least he wouldn’t lose his eyebrows on a near monthly basis anymore then.
“Can you put it on for me?” Pansy held out the veil. She was suddenly serious and anxious again, but it was a good anxious. An excited anxious. A gorgeous anxious.
Draco suddenly couldn’t bring himself to say anything back. He had no other eligible friends left after Pansy. This was his last wedding. The last time putting on a veil. The last time talking courage into someone who was about to embark on the biggest adventure of their live. Realising that made this the first time he felt a tear welling up himself. Though of course it was the last too. No more weddings after this.
He took the veil over from Pansy again and carefully placed it on her bowed down head before pulling it down to cover her face. Once they had manoevered them and the dress down the stairs there was only one short moment left before the bridal march would commence.
“Ready?” He managed to whisper.
“I can’t wait.” Pansy beamed, and just as every other spouse to be had done before her she shone brighter than any star. Like an essence from another world her happiness radiated off of her because somewhere in this universe it had been decided that she was meant to be with this one person, and this one person was waiting for her at the end of that aisle. The start of a new life until death do them part.
Draco held out his arm, and together they slowly strode towards the altar.
For the last time.