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To say that I was heavily underdressed was an understatement.

And the fact Draco had changed was blatantly disrespectful. We could've easily been humiliated together. But, no, he had to wear that incredibly well-fitting back suit of his.

It was unfair, to say the least.

The way we were squeezing through the crowd and past all the people wearing either robes, suits or beautiful dresses; all while I was wearing a loosely fitted, cherry red muggle shirt and jeans that Draco had to hex into the correct size.

Even Ron was wearing something decent this time, in contrary to the hideous robes he attended the Yule Ball in. I'd much rather have him wear those right now. That way, they'd all be staring at him rather than Draco and me.

Though, I couldn't blame them, really.

It's not every day Harry Potter's sister, who was believed to be held captive by Voldemort, and Draco Malfoy, confirmed death eater himself, showed up to a Weasley wedding, of all places.

Yet, here we were.

My eyes scanned the place carefully; a small smile still on my lips.

Round tables were scattered all around. People laughing and chatting cheerily as the empty glasses in their hands and on the tables filled themselves right back up.

Light purple and pink decorated the tent from within, and beautiful ornaments were seen on the curtains.

A small table on one end supported the three-tiered, completely white and sparkling wedding cake. It's already been cut and eaten; leaving only about half of it still standing.

My stomach growled in hunger at the sight, remembering that I've been living off of apples, water and various other fruits and vegetables we found along our way for the past few weeks.

Though, as I heard a familiar voice, all those thoughts were shoved into the back of my head for now.

"Motherfucker," She gasped in disbelieve, my eyes meeting Wren's as soon as she stepped into my field of vision. "Oh my-"

Before even finishing her sentence, I had my best friend practically throw herself at me. Her arms clutched around my body tightly, leaving space for me to wrap mine around her neck.

Seeing her immediately reminded me of seeing her mother in much less pleasant circumstances, and I swallowed thickly at the memory.

I didn't want to tell her. I wasn't even sure if I could get it over with, in all honesty.

I didn't want to be the one who had to do it. But then again, I didn't have much of a choice. She trusted me, and she had a right to know.

I pushed the thoughts into the back of my head, instead, enjoying the feeling of my best friend wrapped around my arms for now.

I could always tell her tomorrow, or any other day after that.

Wren forcefully exhaled into the crook of my neck, shaking her head slightly and squeezing me once more before bringing just the slightest amount of distance between us. "Don't you ever fucking do that again, Y/n Potter," She sighed, her breath heavy as her forehead rested against my own.

With how close her face was to mine, I'd be able to pick up on every single flaw her face could reveal; not that it had any to reveal. Not usually.

Wren's skin had always been clear; her hair always neatly laid, even though she never tried. Her brows were shaped perfectly; honestly, I wasn't quite sure whether that was natural or not.

Tonight, her cheeks were tinted a light pink; I was sure it wasn't because she was cold, it was the middle of summer, after all. And from the way her breath smelled of Elderflower wine just slightly, I assumed she had to thank the alcohol for it.

Though, there was something so very different about her.

Her eyes, usually brown and expressive, were dull. Dark circles underlining them. She's gotten skinnier, too. Not a lot, but enough for it to be noticeable.

Her hair had gotten longer.

Wren used to refuse to grow her hair out, cutting it herself as soon as it reached that one specific point a little above her shoulder. Now, while some may not even have noticed, it was beyond that point, reaching just above her collarbone.

Her roots had also grown out, just the slightest bit. But I remember how she used to call it lazy on other people. And how she'd get dye as soon as she noticed her natural hair colour showing.

What hadn't changed was the cloud of vanilla scent that had always surrounded her. Ever since the day we met, it was one of my favourite things about her.

Despite her usually cold demeanour, her scent made me feel cosy and warm, generally carrying a connotation of home with it.

"I'm sorry. Next time I'll try not to let myself get kidnapped," I murmured, sarcasm lacing my voice as I rolled my eyes casually and brought some distance between us, still holding her hand in a reassuring manner.

She immediately cocked her head to the side, a dry laugh escaping her mouth as her hand rubbed over her eyes.

"Merlin, are you crying, Inkwood?" Draco teased his head tilted in slight amusement. Wren grimaced, shooting him a sarcastic glare as her hand lowered.

"Of course not," She scoffed followed by a single sniffle she didn't seem to be able to hold back.

"Well, don't make me comfort you," He joked, looking right through her obvious lie before giving her a small hug she reciprocated.

"Now I almost regret worrying about you, too," Wren sighed.

"Almost is good enough for me," Draco shrugged, his gaze wandering the room and the people in it as he spoke.

"Y/n, there you are." Luna smiled as she appeared behind Wren, her head slightly tilted. "You two made it just in time for pudding, lucky you!" She beamed brightly, her eyes darting back and forth between Draco and me.

The way Luna approached these situations made me envy her. But I was just as grateful to have her in my life for reasons like this.

The blonde girl made me feel like I was never gone; Like I wasn't kidnapped by a bunch of death eaters. It made me forgot that we've been roaming the countryside of England for two weeks now, with not a single proper meal.

Instead, she made it seem like I had simply run a little late for dinner.

She treated it so casually; almost making me forget that I wasn't actually just running a little late. And it made me appreciate her so much more.

If everyone would act just a little more like Luna did; the world would definitely be a better place. She made Wren's world a better one, and therefore, mine, too.

"Come here," I mumbled, a smile on my lips as I pulled her into a hug as well.

"Oh," She smiled, her hand rubbing my back softly. "That's nice."

A/N: Y'all do not understand how badly I want Wren and Y/n to kiss jhvgcfjhg UGH

Also, Wren is so perfect I wanna be her ?? like she's hot and funny and dating LUNA?? pls

Anyway, a brief reunion with the twins tomorrow, simply because I love them SO much hehe

See you tomorrow <3

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