The french doors to the backyard were closed, ready for him to make his entrance. He took a deep breath and pushed the doors open, watching every witch and wizard turn toward him. He made his way down the aisle, keeping his eyes on Andromeda ahead. She was smiling, and as he took his place on the altar, she put a reassuring hand on his arm. Draco stood frozen, giving nothing away with his face of posture. He stared straight ahead as he waited, trying to ignore the sound of his heart which felt as though it would beat out of his chest. 