When the sound of the french doors opened again, he glanced a look at his mother in the first row before focusing on the most beautiful witch he had ever seen. Hermione was radiant. Her hair was down but partially pinned behind her head, her crisp white dress was strapless and elegant like a princess, and her face was gorgeous, glowing and her smile was lighting up the garden. Draco felt as though he could not breath as she made her way down the aisle. 