QUICK NOTE: Hi guys. I know it's been ages since I closed this as finished, but I recently found I had these few paragraphs scribbled – so I thought I would post them for you who enjoyed this now completed story.

Chapter Twelve

Five years later.

A tall thin boy stood nervously in front of a mirror, dressed in the most handsome of robes he kept fiddling with the buttons, his eyes darting back and forth from the door of the room to his anxious reflection. His slick and silkily blonde hair was smoothed back on his head, and he smelled heavily of deodorant in the fear his sweating underarms were pronouncing his nerves.

There was a knock on the door and suddenly panic set in. He bit his lip and crossed to the door, wrenching it open to find the priest of the church standing there, a large smile etched over his face.

'We are ready,' he said calmly, before giving a little nod and turning on his heel.

Draco Malfoy gulped deeply. He shouldn't be like this. He had never in his life been the nervous type, why today? Turning to look back into the mirror and his pale face for one last time, Draco ensured he looked the part before following the priest back to the main room. The isles were empty, as he had planned, only a handful of people were gathered at the front of the isles, and mainly they weren't associated with him.

He ignored their gaze and stood in his spot, waiting and watching back toward from which he had just come. The priest quickly leaned across to him and whispered in a low voice just as the music started up, 'you'll be right there lad, come now chin up.'

Draco tried to nod and smile but at that precise moment, a figure in an odd coloured dress appeared, forcing those in their seats to rise. Accompanied by her father, Luna Lovegood began to make her way up the row, desperately slow for Draco's liking – as if time had suddenly stopped.

He met them at the bottom of the stairs, smiling at Luna and nodding at Xenophilius Lovegood – who simply grinned in delight, thrilled with the fact his daughter had found someone to marry.

'Thanks,' Draco said to him as he led his wife-to-be up the steps to the front of the church.

Xenophilius joined Luna's friends in the front row, which included Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom and Ginny Weasley. They had all begrudgingly turned up to support their friend (Luna) despite all of them at some point having had a falling out with Draco. They had been difficult to deal with about relationship early on to say the least, but in the end Luna had been able to convince them she was not being forced in any way.

This was after all, her suggestion.

As the priest's words began to fill and echo the hall, Draco – unable to contain himself – turned to Luna in a whisper.

'You look beautiful,' he told her, almost forcing her to lean in.

She smiled at him. 'You look quite dashing yourself.'

Draco smiled back. 'Can you believe we're doing this?'

'Quite,' she whispered, 'you?'

'Barely.' He paused, smiling sweetly at her. 'I love you.'

She smiled even more. 'I love you, too.'

It was at this point the priest cleared his throat loudly, making Draco turn crimson.

'Sorry,' he said with a shrugging grin, 'do continue.'

The service flew past. Draco was saying 'I do' before he knew it, and they were exchanging rings, and then they were married, and then they were kissing.

'Ladies and Gentleman...' the priest said loudly with him arms outstretched to the half dozen or so sitting in the isles, 'I present to you Mr and Mrs Draco Malfoy.'