Once the seating chart is submitted, the wedding is officially planned. And it’s Officially Happening (in his mind. This makes perfect sense to him. His healer doesn’t know what he's talking about, as usual.) Draco is going to be stuck. Stuck in a loveless marriage with someone he sees as a sister, forced to procreate(he can’t think about it as anything else, it makes him feel like he’ll never get hard again.) and then smile and wave as Lord Malfoy until he croaks. 