Draco Malfoy stands near the altar, his silver-blond hair immaculate, yet his hands betray a subtle tremor. Across the aisle, Narcissa Malfoy adjusts her son's boutonniere with a faint, proud smile. "Everything is perfect, Draco. She will be here soon," she whispers, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. Harry Potter, seated in the second row, exchanges a knowing glance with Hermione Granger, both aware of how much has changed since their school days.

Astoria Greengrass steps forward, radiant in a gown of shimmering ivory, delicate lace trailing behind her. She clutches a bouquet of enchanted peonies that pulse with soft light. Daphne Greengrass, her elder sister and maid of honor, offers a gentle nudge. "You’re ready for this, Astoria. He’s waiting," "I’ve never been more certain of anything," Astoria replies, voice trembling but eyes shining.

Draco gazes at Astoria, his expression softening. "Astoria, you brought light into my life when I believed shadows were all that remained. I vow to stand by you, to protect you, to build a future worthy of your hope," "Draco, you have taught me courage, and with you, I feel braver than I ever have. I promise to cherish you, to laugh with you, and to believe in us—always,"

Harry approaches Draco, raising a glass. "Congratulations, Draco. I think this is the happiest I've ever seen you," "Thank you, Potter. I suppose miracles do happen," Draco replies with a wry smile, eyes flickering to Astoria spinning joyfully on the dance floor.

Astoria rests her head on Draco's shoulder, her veil trailing softly in the grass. "Do you think we'll be happy, truly?" "I know we will. As long as we have each other, anything is possible,"

Daphne presses a lantern into Astoria's hands, eyes brimming with emotion. "For hope, for love, for new stories," Hand in hand, Draco and Astoria release their lantern, watching it rise and join the others, a constellation of light carrying their dreams into the night.