9: Everything

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You're a falling star, you're the getaway car

You're the line in the sand when I go too far

You're the swimming pool on an August day

And you're the perfect thing to say

"You've no need to be nervous, Harry. Everything'll go fine," Hermione says, fixing Harry's bowtie.

"It's my wedding, 'Mione. Don't I have a right to be nervous?" Harry chews his lip, mulling over every possible thing that can go wrong.

"Of course you do. But you've no need to go about as if the world might end just because you're getting married."

"You never know, it might."


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And you play it coy, but it's kinda cute

When you smile at me, you know exactly what you do

Baby, don't  pretend that you don't know it's true

'Cos you can see it when I look at you

It seems like the procession takes forever. I'm waiting at the altar, hoping Harry hasn't decided to skip out on me, and really thinking I might've made a mistake.

Does everyone feel like this on their wedding day? Is it normal to question your entire relationship? What if we aren't actually meant to be, like I-

Wow. Look at him, walking down that aisle. I don't think I've ever seen him smile this much. This is the most beautiful I've ever seen him. Seeing him now makes every doubt go away.

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And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times

It's you, it's you, you make me sing

You're every line, you're every word, you're everything

It feels like butterflies everywhere as I place my hand in Draco's. He's smiling at me, bright and beautiful. I must be flushed red as a tomato right now. There's no way I could pull off Draco's composure.

"You look amazing," he whispers.

"You don't look too bad yourself," I whisper back, smiling. Suddenly, I'm not so nervous anymore.


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You're a carousel, you're a wishing well

And you light me up when you ring my bell

You're a mystery, you're from outer space

You're every minute of my every day

I'm so focused on Harry, on his expressions and little smiles and that bright sparkle in his eyes. I barely notice the words being said by the minister, by Harry. I only know when I hear the part I've been waiting for.

"Draco Malfoy, do you take Harry Potter to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." Harry lights up when he hears that.

"Harry Potter," the minister continues, "do you take Draco Malfoy to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

"Then by the power vested in me by the Church of the Holy Trinity, I now pronounce you partners for life. You may now kiss."

And I kiss him. I kiss him in a way that reminds me of our first kiss. It's the kind of kiss that makes me relive all our memories, the kind of kiss that makes me fall in love all over again and really reminds me why I fell in love in the first place.


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And I can't believe that I'm your man

And I get to kiss you, baby, just because I can

Whatever comes our way, we'll see it through

And you know that's what our love can do

Everyone's clapping and cheering and Draco's kissing me and I can't believe it's all really happening. Then I'm crying and we're headed back down the aisle and everyone wants to know what's wrong, why I'm crying.

"Nothing's wrong. Nothing at all. I couldn't be happier, honestly. I just can't believe I really do get to spend the rest of my life with Draco. It's so surreal, we've made it this far."

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And in this crazy life, and in these crazy times

It's you, it's you, you make me sing

You're every line, you're every word, you're everything

Everything seems to have gone so fast. One moment, we were prepping in the back rooms at the chapel. Now I'm dancing him round the room, to a beautiful song made by some Muggle called Michael Bublé. I have to admit, the song's about right when it comes to me and Harry. He's my everything.

"I love you," I tell him.

"I love you, too," he replies, and kisses me.

And I kiss him, too. I kiss him and I hold him and we dance to the rest of our lives.

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