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Light spins around them, cocooning them softly. Draco glances up at the stained-glass dove, then back down into Luna's face. Her gown is white, but around her neck are three strings of sparkling, multi-coloured glass beads, the sort of thing, he thinks, that no other bride would have dreamt of wearing before, or ever again. Certainly a strange, pained look had come across his mother's face when she saw the necklace that her son's bride was wearing.

But he rather likes the way the beads lie on Luna's white throat and collarbones, and the way that there are little rainbows glancing off the fairness of her hair…

She's smiling up at him with those big, grey, soft eyes, full of light. I love you so much.

He's dimly aware of his parents watching in the background, his mother with a lace handkerchief at her eyes, his father stiff, aristocratic. And Luna's father, clad entirely in squintingly vibrant yellow, whose enthusiastic eccentricity couldn't have formed a stranger contrast to Lucius Malfoy's cool composure. But both men care for their children, in their own ways, and both are lending their support…

Lucille's there too, perched on the narrow ledge beneath the stained-glass window, looking down on them with the air of a proud parent, her head tipped on one side and her paws clasped in front of her chest.

The wizard who is marrying them is reading from the Bible, his voice slow, echoing slightly into the peaceful still spaces of the chapel.

'Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God. He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love. In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him. Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins. Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another.'

I love you. You.

…strong… as death… God is love…

Love is… everything.

Everything.

Everything. It's as though the whole world is contained in her soft eyes.

The marriage-wizard raises his wand, and together they look towards it. Threads of light spring from the tip and twirl around both their wrists, their clasped hands, weaving and entwining. Two silvery rings glimmer on their hands like bands of moonlight, reflecting the colours of their faces.

Then he turns his head back to meet her eyes again, and smiles at her, a little uncertainly – we've actually done this? And she reaches up and touches his cheek softly.

She comes to him, smiling a little from her grey eyes, her hair loose and falling over her soft bare shoulders, and her hands held out to him.

'Draco,' she says softly.

For a moment he's still, looking at her deeply, and it's as though the moment is carved out of bright precious stone. But then it liquefies and melts into something softer, more tender, and he reaches his hand out and runs hesitant, gentle, reverent fingers down the curve of her cheek.

'Luna,' he says, and he wants to say so much more, tell her how achingly much he loves her, but the words aren't there.

And perhaps it's not the time for words after all, because in the next moment they're in each other's arms, clinging, melting, joy flooding through them like soft many-hued light.

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So, there is the epilogue! Won't they have adorable little blonde babies? ;)

I've also posted the first part of a two-shot about Draco and Luna after they're married. It's called Darkness Before Dawn. Please have a look!

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