Harry Potter and the Bucket List

Epilogue - Graduation

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"I have one week to plan this," said Tom as more fireworks exploded above us. "So I need you to cooperate."

"Sure," I said.

"You have until the end of the night to pick out your bridesmaids and tell me," he said. "Then you spend the rest of the week preparing for your wedding dress. That's it."

"Really?"

"Yes. I'll coordinate the rest," said Tom.

"Okay," I said with a smile. "Guess I'll go hunt down some lucky pals after the fireworks."

"Sounds good," said Tom.

As everyone I wanted to ask was still at the party—and wanted to congratulate me on my impromptu engagement—I had a pretty easy time. Naturally, I asked all my lady babeh snakes plus Hermione and they agreed without fuss. I did choose Daphne to be my Maid of Honor, and the heiress enthusiastically hugged me.

I'd like to say the rest of the week was a blur of planning and stress.

But it wasn't.

Not for me, at least.

Per our agreement years prior, Tom was determined to plan the whole ordeal within a week. The day after our graduation party, I went dress shopping with my babehs plus Sirius and Remus. Sirius was determined to buy the dress for me, and Remus was there because he was an excellent uncle and wanted to show support.

Daphne, Pansy, and Tracey already had an excellent idea at what I would look good in. It was only a matter of finding the store that could have it ready on time.

I didn't have much of an inherent fashion instinct and they did excellent in picking my Yule dress so I mostly left it to them. They did keep insisting I provide input but to be honest after trying on the thirteenth dress they all kind of blurred together. I couldn't even tell the difference between ivory and bridal ivory, but they insisted there was a huge difference.

I felt like they were pulling a prank on me, but Daphne wasn't the type to kid around when it came to appearances.

Once we found the dress, got it fitted, and had an impromptu bridal shower, I got to relax for the rest of my week.

And watch Tom run around like headless chicken.

He didn't bother consulting me over anything—he knew what I liked. The man had literally been inside my head. Heck, I wouldn't be surprised if he regularly read my mind. I knew he used Legilimency out of habit, after all.

As he was so frantically busy, we didn't have a chance to casually speak until the day before.

"I prepared our wedding in a week," said an utterly exhausted Tom as he slouched in his recliner. "Admit defeat."

"I admit it," I said cheerfully, brushing out my hair for bedtime.

"Why do you look so happy after losing?" asked Tom with narrowed eyes.

"I got you to plan an extremely stressful event within a week while I got to sit around and relax," I chortled. "You did all the hard work for me. Thanks, dear."

"You—you manipulated me."

"Yes."

Tom stared at me in utter disbelief.

I leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "Thanks for being such a champ, honey."

"Damn you," he whispered softly, closing his eyes in resignation for his loss.