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If Draco had been nervous about the coronation, that was nothing compared to an actual wedding. He had only been to one wedding in his whole life, and it was ridden with sadness and anxiety and failed after two minutes.

Somehow, he had a feeling this one would be better. Assuming Ron and Blaise didn't murder each other, and Pansy and Hermione didn't have sex at the altar.

He tugged on his sleeves as he waited for the ceremony to start.

The group had decided to wear the colors of their own kingdoms, rather than traditional black tuxedos and white gowns. 

Ron stayed with the traditional black tuxedo, but he added a red tie, and an accentuating red rose pinned to his chest. Blaise matched him, but added the factor of a red crown of roses on his head. Ron pretended to be offended by this and got a circlet of gold, shaped like leaves, and decided to wear that. They both looked like the kings they were.

Draco and Harry had both decided on black tuxedos with green ties. They wore their matching silver crowns, and had an added green touch- the small emerald bracelets they had gotten together.

Pansy and Hermione had decided on becoming the exact opposite of each other. Pansy wore a gorgeous golden dress, and had deep blue earrings and bracelets. She wore her hair up in a crown braid, and added small blue flowers to accentuate it. Hermione wore a stunning deep blue gown, with gold earrings and bracelets. Her hair was in a soft bun, with a gold circlet around it.

Despite appearing so on the outside, none of them were ready to be married.

And yet here they stood.

Ron and Blaise had had a terrible fight the night before over which one of them was to walk down the aisle, before Ron realized Blaise's argument was coming from a place of dysphoria and he didn't want to be associated with the feminine appeal of walking down the aisle. Hermione had practically begged Pansy to walk down the aisle, she didn't want all the eyes on her. Harry had volunteered, before Draco threatened him with death by decapitation.

So Ron, Pansy, and Draco walked down the aisle, bouquets in their hands to match their kingdoms.

Draco's eyes were focused on Harry the entire time.

The boy was staring at him, his green eyes sparkling in the light, and Draco couldn't help but think of the first time he had seen those eyes.

And in the time of about a year, they were getting married.

And sure, Draco was terrified.

But every time he was scared, he just thought of the day he first kissed Harry, of how terrified he was then. Of the time he was so ready to propose, he was terrified then. Of the realization that he would never marry him because he was a commoner, he was terrified then. 

And now he could. He was past the fear, the terror, the overwhelming rush of dread and fear. He was Draconis Malfoy, goddamit, and he was a king.

And he was standing right in front of Harry, who's eyes were so bright and scared and excited.

He stopped walking, and let go of the bouquet with one hand to hold Harry's. The other boy smiled at him.

"Dearly beloved," the preacher started. "We are gathered together here to unite Draconis and Harry, Persephone and Hermione, and Blaise and Ronald in marriage. This contract is not to be entered into lightly, but thoughtfully and seriously with a deep realization of its obligations and responsibilities. Please remember that love, loyalty, and understanding are the foundations of a happy and enduring home."

He turned to them. "Do you Draconis, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," Draco breathed, finally able to mean the words.

"Do you Harry, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live?

Harry didn't bother to hesitate. He smiled brightly and answered "I do."

"Do you Hermione, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer keeping yourself unto her for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do!" Hermione almost squealed, trying to contain herself.

"Do you Persephone, take this woman to be your-"

"I do."

The preacher blinked, before continuing. "Do you Ron, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live?

"I do," Ron said quietly.

"Do you Blaise, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live?
Blaise paused for a moment, before whispering "I do."

"Draconis, you may recite your vows."

Draco took a deep, shaky breath.

"Harry James Potter, about a year ago, I was to be married to a much different person. And then I saw you. I saw your brilliant green eyes, and I couldn't stop thinking about you. And then I met you, and you were everything I could have imagined and more. And I knew, as cheesy as it is, that you were the one for me. And for the longest time, the world tore us apart and fear overtook me. But you were there, through everything. You're my everything."

Harry was blinking back tears by the time Draco was done talking.

"Harry, you may recite your vows."

"Draco, when I saw you sitting on that carriage and you looked down and your eyes met mine, I felt the world stop spinning. Everything changed after that moment. I would constantly talk to Hermione about the prince with the gorgeous grey eyes, and then suddenly you were at my house. And at first, it felt too good to be true, but you proved time and time again that you were being genuine. And now we're here, and given the choice, I wouldn't be anywhere else."

Draco bit back a soft gasp at his words. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too."

"Persephone, you may recite your vows."

"The first time I saw you was at a market. You didn't even see me. You were talking to another girl, laughing. And I couldn't stop staring. And when I saw you again on the carriage, my world was just... different. I could never like boys, not when you were so beautiful. And I kissed you, and my fate was sealed. It was you. It would always be you. Forever."

"Hermione, you may recite your vows."

"Oh... wow. I don't really have much to compare to that. But, um, wow. There's a lot of people staring at me, and I'm terrified, but I'm so ready to marry you. I've never been so ready for anything in my life. You say it would always be me, but I think it would always be us. There could never be anyone else. Just us."

Pansy hugged Hermione tightly.

"Ronald, you may recite your vows."

"Blaise, I really haven't known you long. Not long enough to fall in love with you, let alone marry you. But we're here, and we can't change that. And I will stay by your side through this. And maybe, sometime, we could fall in love for real. I think I would like that."

"Blaise, you may-"

"No, we haven't known each other long enough to marry. But this isn't just a marriage. This is an acceptance that I am comfortable ruling a kingdom with you, spending the rest of my life with you, loving you. You say we might fall in love. I say we will. I have faith in us, and I don't have faith in much. We're going to be okay. I will stay by your side as well, because we are equal in this. Balanced powers of what could one day be love. So consider this a promise, Ron. That one day I will marry you for real. It will be just us two, no crowd or preacher or fancy lights. Just you and me, and love."

Ron was blinking back what appeared to be tears at that. "Damn," he muttered.

"Too much?" Blaise murmured, instantly looking worried.

"Just enough," Ron replied with a smile.

"If there is anyone present who may show just and lawful cause why these couples may not be legally wed, let them speak now or forever hold their peace. By the authority vested in me by the Kingdoms of Durmstrang, Gryffindor, Beauxbatons, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw,I now pronounce you spouses for life. You may now kiss your spouse."

Draco leaned in with a smile, and kissed Harry with more love than he ever had.

"I present to the public, Draco and Harry Potter, Hermione and Persephone Granger, and Ronald and Blaise Zabini!"

"Till death do us part," Draco whispered against Harry's lips.