HERMIONE'S POV
Today was the day of my wedding. The months lading up it were very difficult. We got Amelia back 2 months ago, and I've been hesitant to let her go since.
We moved into our great big house a week after we got Amelia back. My parents are so happy to have us so close by.
Narcissa went straight into wedding planning. I think she was determined to make this the biggest and most expensive wedding that will ever happen.
"Hermione, you ready?" Dad called.
"Yes. You can come in now" I said.
He cautiously walked through the door, looking around to find me.
I was sitting at the vanity table, freaking out.
"What's the matter? Nervous? Because we can still leave, no problem" He said.
"I'm no nervous" I said.
"Well then why are you freaking out?" He asked.
"I don't like to be away from Amelia." I said.
"It's OK. Draco has her. She's safe" He reassured me.
"OK, OK" I said, taking deep breaths.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Dad asked.
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I love him more than I can tell you" I said.
"Look at you! My baby girl, all grown up. You won't be my baby girl much longer" He said, with tears in his eyes.
"Daddy. I'll always be your baby girl. You'll never lose me" I said, standing up carefully and hugging him.
"Look at me, I'm blubbering like an idiot" He said.
"That may be so, but you're my blubbering idiot. I love you Dad" I said.
"I love you too sweetheart" He said.
*knock knock*
"It's time" Narcissa called.
"Ready?" Dad asked me.
"Yes" I said, and I took his offered arm.
We walked out until we hit the aisle. We stopped and waited for the music.
Looking around me, I saw some old school friends, new school friends, family, wizards and muggles. Everyone mixed together. No fear of blood purity or death.
I saw all my Muggle friends from before I went to Hogwarts. I will always remember the time they met Luna.
*MEMORY*
"Now Luna, what I'm about to teach you is a very old piece of English Literature" I said.
She nodded.
"And it's called a 'sunnet'?" She asked.
"No. A sonnet. This is my favourite one of Shakespeare's" I said.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Got my quick notes quill" She said. I nodded and started.
"My Mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun,
Coral is far more red that her lips red,
If snow be white, well by then her breasts are done,
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damesked white and red,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks.
And is some perfume is there more delight,
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare,
Than any she belied with false compare"
