It was only months following when Draco found a pearl-coloured envelope slipped inside of his mailbox. It only took moments for him to recognise the neat swirly handwriting on the front, addressed to him. It only took moments for him to feel as though his whole world was falling apart. All because of one envelope and one invitation. All because of her.
The seventh of August 2002. It was Autumn's wedding day. Draco was standing metres away from the entrance of the church, watching as others continued to enter the church, smiles plastered on their faces. Draco didn't come because Harry, Ron and Hermione pestered him about attending for the past few weeks, but because he thought he'd at least be there for Autumn. He wanted her to at least know that he was going to be alright. Draco had dated
