When thinking about a location for their wedding it seemed obvious to her that it should be amongst the towering Hawthorne trees and pine needles. Hermione and Luna had spent weeks with Nevilles help pruning the area and planting wildflowers for when the day finally came near the end of October. Everything was almost perfect, the chairs sat in neat rows, filled with their friends and little remaining family, no one from Hermione's side unless you counted the Weasleys, which she did. An archway covered in Peonies and magnolia leaves sat in the centre of two of the largest trees, draping them all in cool shadows and birdsong. Draco would be standing there, dressed in his finest robes waiting for her to make her way down the aisle to him. Where they would magically bond themselves by law and not just their souls. It felt almost trivial now, knowing that years ago they had decided not to live without each other. 