Severus Snape

You had the most perfect day planned. It was autumn, October tenth, to be exact. You picked out a white dress with black lace over it, blood-red, plastic roses on the sleeves, veil and train. You looked wonderful, no matter how many times you tried to deny it. Severus was in a black tuxedo with a white undershirt, blood-red tie, and the same plastic rose in his breast pocket as you did on your dress. You two were the perfect couple. In school, you were voted “cutest couple” and “most likely to get married”. And, well, they were right, you are getting married.

You were walking down the aisle on your father’s arm, unable to stop smiling. The flowers were beautiful, your dress was beautiful, you were beautiful… the whole thing was absolutely perfect. You and Severus said your vows, you kissed, you danced, you cried, you drank, and danced some more. All with your new husband, the love of your life.

Eventually, the wedding ends, and there is a while before the after parties, leaving time for the newlyweds.