48 Hours
7. To Last A Lifetime
To Last A Lifetime
May 25 - The Burrow: The Wedding
As I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom, I could not believe I was getting married today - for the second time this week! Strange the way things seem to turn out. I mean, for the last year and a half, I’ve known today was my wedding day, I just hadn’t planned on marrying the man of my dreams. The supposedly dead man of my dreams.
It was such a shock to find Draco alive in Paris. I couldn’t accept it at first. . . that he was alive. And yet, when I brought him home three days ago and we announced our marriage, my parents had no problem with it. I still don’t know why. I mean, I’m ecstatic that they didn’t fight me, demand a divorce, or disown me. It just seems weird, is all.
For the past three days, things have been terribly hectic around here. When Draco told Narcissa we were getting married, after they were re-united for the first time in five years, she practically moved into the Burrow to take place in last minute wedding preparations. Everyone’s been watching me to see if I mysteriously disappear like I did earlier in the week.
Honestly, I had given everyone a scare when I flooed back to Paris yesterday to get my wedding dress. Actually, not everyone . . . Narcissa went with me. It feels so nice to be able to talk to her again. She was placed into St. Mungo’s during and after the war. During the war, it was for her safety. When the war ended, she was released, until she started making claims that her son was not dead . . . then they locked her up in solitary confinement under the claim she had lost her mind.
It was like losing two loved ones, nearly right after the other.
Then, in the space of forty-eight hours, I got them both back. Everyone is happy again, and Draco and I are still very much in love. Now we have the chance to make it last a lifetime.
A/N: Sorry this is so short. A lot of people have been asking for longer chapters, and I plan to deliver . . . I just wanted to set up for the wedding a bit. I’m not sure when I’ll get to update again . . . work is hell. But, never fear, I will attempt to start writing.
Just be patient with me, I’m also writing two other fics currently, and they need attention too.
Love,
Kay
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