“I think we should have a wedding.”
Dorcas smiles softly, removing one hand from their book to reach up and grasp onto Marlene’s arms, which are wound around their partner’s neck. “I don’t think we can, my love.”
Marlene sighs softly, resting her head on top of Dorcas’. “Yeah, I know,” she agrees lightly. “But that didn’t stop Remus and Sirius, did it?”
At that, Dorcas laughs. Bright and musical – it brings a gentle smile to their girlfriend’s face. “Are you suggesting we be like Remus and Sirius?”
“Well, not totally, they’re crazy,” she grins, removing her arms and circling around. She knees at Dorcas’ feet and pries the book out of their hands, resting it on the coffee table. “But yeah, we could be.”
“I’m not following.”
“It doesn’t have to be a big ceremony, it can just be us, and our friends,” she explains slowly, taking Dorcas’ hands and kissing them. “We could ask Minnie to officiate, and we could wear whatever we want. Merlin, we could wear skinny jeans and leather jackets if we wanted.”
“Now, that’s too much like Remus and Sirius,” the younger giggles, pulling her hands away to cup Marlene’s face. “Are you sure you want to marry me?”
“With everything I am.”
They lean forward and press a gentle kiss to her lips, both of them smiling. “We don’t have rings.”
“We can find one for me,” Marlene digs into the back pocket of her jeans. “But I have one for you.”
Dorcas’ jaw drops slightly as Marlene pulls out a band from her pocket. It’s simple – gold with silver diamonds around it – yet it’s elegant, breath-taking.
“Dorcas Meadowes, would you like to say a big ‘fuck you’ to the world with me?”
They giggle again, feeling tears burn behind their eyes. “From here until the end of forever, Marlene McKinnon.”
“If you don’t chill, I’m going to throw my slushie on you.”
Dorcas glares viciously at Sirius’ reflection in the mirror. He smirks, raising the plastic cup, before pulling it up to his lips.
“If your lips are blue, I’m going to kill you,” they shrug, adjusting their waistcoat. He furrows his eyebrows, but before he can retaliate, the doors open a crack and Remus slips in.
“Sorry, I’m here,” he grins apologetically, shaking his own drink, which is red. “Did you know they have a slushie machine here? Because I sure as hell didn’t.”
Dorcas rolls their eyes and adjusts their jacket, brushing down their suit nervously. They do a quick once-over of themself in the mirror and then turns away before they can second-guess themself.
“How do I look?”
Sirius turns his attention away from his drink and looks up at his friend. His face instantly melts into a warm smile, as does Remus’, who leans against the wall and sips his drink.
“Beautiful,” the werewolf nods. Sirius’ eyes go up and down their suit before humming in agreement.
“Gorgeous,” he agrees, standing up and twirling around the room. “Where’s Marls, my love?”
“Down the hall.” Remus opens the doors, staring after his husband for a moment before shaking his head and turning back to Dorcas. “How do you feel?”
“Nervous, like a train wreck,” they sigh softly. “Is it normal to feel sick?”
“Completely,” he nods, setting down his drink. “You’re about to marry a loveable idiot. I was the same way with mine.”
They both laugh softly, the nerves in Dorcas’ stomach dying away a little. Remus glances at the clock before offering his arm. “Alright, we need to get going.”
Dorcas nods, taking a deep breath, before taking their friend’s arm. They move over to the doors, pausing for a second, before opening them slowly and walking down into the hall.
When they enter, everybody turns to watch in awe. They don’t hurry, they just stroll down elegantly, whispering between themselves until they reach the alter. Remus squeezes Dorcas’ shoulder before standing behind them as the best man.
And then the music starts.
The doors at the end of the hall open and everybody watches as James strides through, baby Harry toddling beside him.
The audience coos as the toddler tosses mixed rose petals around, giggling to himself.
When they reach the end, he’s scooped into his father’s arm, who takes a seat beside his smiling wife in the front row of Dorcas’ side. He offers up a thumbs up in encouragement, and the doors open again.
This time, everybody stands, and Dorcas knows this is it. They're about to be married to the love of their life. And they don't want to wait another moment.
After a second, Marlene walks in, long deep red dress, arm in arm with Sirius, and Dorcas forgets how to breathe.
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