Thirty Two.

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A few years later. 

The day was here. Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger were getting married. The bridegroom was pacing in the garden at the Burrow, waiting for the final arrangements to be over. He noticed Harry walking towards him, his smile showing his excitement for the day. 

"Hey, Malfoy," he waved him over. "We are all set to go." 

"About time," he mumbled and walked towards the canopy set in the garden. 

"Are you nervous?" Harry asked. 

"No, not even a bit," he said fixing his tie for the last time before the ceremony. 

"Really?" 

"Yes, Harry, really. And no, I am not hiding my emotions," he grinned, assuring one of his best friends that he was fine, better than fine. 

"Alright, have a good one, alright? I am going to go check up on the bridal party." 

"Okay," he smiled. He stood at the altar, accompanied by his best man, Blaise, and Theo, one of the groomsmen. 

"This is it, mate. I should warn Hermione about what she is getting into, just one last time," Blaise said, the grin seeping into his voice. 

"Do that, please." 

"Your command, sir," Blaise smiled as Draco turned around to look at him. 

"Zabini, stop talking now." Blaise knew that tone. He knew Draco was doubting himself. 

"Draco?" 

"Yes?" 

"She loves you, a lot, and nothing could get more perfect than what you guys have." 

"Thanks," he smiled. 

After what Draco felt like an eternity (but was only a minute), music started playing, indicating Hermione's arrival. There she was, accompanied by Molly and the bridesmaids, positively beaming at him. Draco pinched himself, checking for the past time if all this was indeed happening, still unable to believe his luck. 

"Hey," she smiled when they reached the end of the altar. 

"Hi, you beautiful person." 

"You don't look bad either," she grinned. 

"Thanks," he blushed. 

"If I could, I would kiss you right now." 

"You can, you know." 

"They'll kill us." 

"As long as we are together after death." 

"I have a lot of things to do, Draco, I cannot die," she said snottily. 

"Alright, alright, but-" 

"Hermione, Draco, can I start with the official ceremony?" Kingsley interrupted them. 

"Of course, Minister, we wouldn't want to get in your way," Draco smirked. 

"Alright then, we shall begin," he said, raising his voice for the later part. In fifteen minutes, the two were kissing while the Weasleys and other guests were cheering. 

"There's still time for the vows, you two," Kingsley once again found the need to interrupt the couple. 

"Oh, sorry, should I go first?" Hermione asked him. 

"Sure." 

She looked at Draco with a warm smile. "Draco, for as long as I have known you, you've been on my mind, for different reasons at different stages." Laughter from the guests. "I am confident that you will continue to do so. You are so beautiful, I cannot thank Merlin for introducing me to this Draco Malfoy. The one who gives, blushes, loves. Loves so tremendously it scares you. Loves you with an energy which cannot be compared. And loves you with the purest love. I know your thoughts about me, yourself, and us, I know you have doubts about all of them. And I know they will stay for a long time. But I know you are never going to doubt our love for each other and for that I am grateful. I am grateful for your forever love. And I love you." 

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