The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in soft hues of pink and gold as the magical gardens surrounding Malfoy Manor transformed into a breathtaking scene for celebration. Lanterns floated gently on enchanted threads, casting a warm, shimmering glow over the gathering.
Mia stood radiant in her wedding gown, a perfect blend of grace and strength, the very embodiment of the love and resilience her parents had fought so fiercely to protect. Friends and family from every corner of the wizarding world came together, united by hope and joy.
As the evening deepened, Draco took Hermione's hand, his eyes reflecting the twinkling stars above. For the first time in five years, they danced freely, unburdened by fear or shadow — just two souls bound by love and survival, moving in perfect harmony beneath the vast night sky.
Hermione smiled, her heart full, as Draco whispered, "We made it. All of it."
She nodded, tears shining in her eyes. "And we've only just begun."