Mending Your Heart|COMPLETE

That's A Wrap (But Not Really)~82

A/N: Babes my story is coming to an end. I'll have the Nuna wedding (this chapter), a small chapter before graduation, graduation, then an epilogue. It's been quite a wild ride, huh? Much love to all my owlettes. BUT ALSO 1.5K READS! SO. MUCH. LOVEEEEE!!!

Hermione's POV:

The cleaning up had been done and the setting up had been done. Now, Luna and Neville had to get married, then we'd all be married off!

Finally.

Luna had wanted all of us in rainbow dresses, and while I think it's admirable to be that bold, I did not like her decisions.

Ginny had on blue, Astoria had orange, Pansy had yellow and Lavender has red.

You know what that means?

I'm wearing green. Green.

"I can practically hear Draco gloating!" I whine, applying some light pink gloss to my lips, the same gloss I had used at Lavender's wedding.

"I think that was her point, 'Mione." Pansy snarks, ferociously twisting Luna's hair into some sort of complicated hairdo that only Luna could pull off on her wedding day, a bun with a braid coming out from the middle.

"Ungh!" I huff, violently straightening out the wrinkles from the green, satin dress as if my life depends on it.

"Hermione you'll rip the dress," Astoria warns, somehow pulling off an orange dress. Seriously, how can you do that? It usually makes me look like a carrot. But worse, since I have brown hair, I would most likely look like a carrot with rotted leaves. To be quite frank, Astoria is the only girl here who can pull it off.

Stupid model genes! Everybody in her family can pull anything off!

"Don't worry, Hermione, Draco will think you look great," Lavender assures me.

"That's not what I'm worried about!" I whine, now allowing Ginny to brush through my soft, brown curls.

"Well then you'll have to deal with it, I'm afraid, your matching makeup is already done!" Luna singsongs, twirling around in her bridal gown.

"You look beautiful Luna, Neville will faint when he sees you!" Molly exclaims, bursting through the doors and giving her a tight squeeze.

"Thank you, Molly!" Luna chirps, throwing her veil over her face. "I'm ready to get married!"

"You aren't the slightest bit nervous?" Ginny asks, eyeing her friend.

"Nervousness is excitement for something that has yet to happen!" Luna calls, skipping out of the room. Molly frantically rushes after her, screaming for her to walk normally or she would break an ankle.

"Well...she's certainly a bride like no other," Pansy compliments, smoothing out her own dress and turning towards the door.

"Shall we follow suit and skip out?" I ask, beginning to become a little concerned. We're wearing heels and I'm not exactly sure how I was supposed to manage skipping.

"I think we're good because we're pregnant," Ginny states. "But Hermione...." They all turn to look at me and I groan. "Should probably skip along as well." She smiles innocently, regardless of the fact that she had just doomed my physical health forevermore.

"Ginerva Potter..what I would do if you weren't pregnant." I warn her.

She brushes me off, confidently strutting in her heels. "Mhmmm."
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The wedding decorations are...not traditional, but they somehow really fit.

There are floating radishes, suspended in the air and happily bobbing up and down. They lined the rows and rows of chairs, the doorway, and some even hung from the chandelier. Each was acted as a small disco ball, reflecting light. It didn't reflect light annoyingly, it cast a silvery glow everywhere, matching their colour scheme of rainbow.

Riverdale colours, isn't it, I question myself, bouquet in hand and walking down the aisle. Can't believe Neville agreed to this....well he's also extremely besotted. He's definitely totally whipped. In the deep end. Gosh I'm turning into Theo, aren't I?

All the guys' tie colours are corresponding to the colour of the dress that their spouse was wearing. Draco looks smug in his green tie. Too smug.

Mental note; I'll have to wipe the smirk off of his face later.

Everybody in the audience gasps at the sight of Luna. I finally reach my spot on the stairs in front of the altar.

Luna, for the first time in forever, looks...radiant. More than radiant, it's as if she were glowing. Of course there's the pregnancy glow and bridal glow, but this seemed to be on another level, on a spiritual level that was secret to her and only her.

An air of mystery drops over the scene as everybody begins to wonder what surprises Luna Lovegood's Wedding will hold. I for one keep dreaming, even though I'm the one who planned it and set it up. There's always a chance Luna will do something crazy, and I'm all for it.

Luna skips (what's with her and skipping?) up the steps, dropping her bouquet on the ground and smiling at each of us in turn, giving me an especially grateful smile.

"Today...." I stop myself from rubbing my temple, remind myself that even though I had attended hundreds of weddings, I couldn't just yell for them to get on with it.

Well, here begins the half an hour long period of droning on and on. My head lolls slightly but I force it back up, forcing on another smile. I guess I can just space out until the reception...right?
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At long last, we arrived in the reception hall.

When I say at long last, I mean three hours. Their ceremony was three hours long.

I suppose it was because of their pretty lengthy vows and their almost-qualifies-as-a-party dance after they were lawfully wedded.

That's a wrap, we're all married.

The year had gone by fast. I expected to come to Hogwarts to live a somewhat normal life but then...

Well I was so wrong.

The marriage law was enacted, breaking Ron and I up. It placed Ron with his ex and me with Draco Malfoy, joining my group and his. Slowly but surely, we managed to see past our differences and connect with one another.

The boy I thought to be cold and cruel is now kind and passionate, and I-

I love him.

It's been a known fact to me for a while but I just had to find the right way to say it. Now was not the time, but I would know it when it came.

Luna saunters over with Neville and the rest of the group, offering me another glass of champagne.

"Can you believe we're all married off?" I sip my champagne, nodding to Harry's words.

"And then in two weeks....we have graduation. Then we're done with Hogwarts," I mutter wistfully, not allowing any tears to fall from my eyes.

"YOU RUINED YOUR MAKEUP!" I can hear Ginny yelling at me if I let the mascara run.

"We'll still all be best friends, no matter what," Luna assures me, handing me a radish. I gratefully accept it, wondering if it was supposed to be symbolic of something.

"Promise?" I ask, twirling the radish in my hand.

"Promise," They all repeat, muttering a slight 'cheers' as we clink our glasses together and celebrate the last wedding of the group.