"Oi, let me get a picture of you three," Draco insisted. His boyfriend was neatly dressed and groomed for once, Granger was sporting her sleek new haircut, and even the Weasel had cleaned up nicely for his sister's wedding to Longbottom.
Harry, Hermione and Ron struck a pose. Draco looked through the lens and centered his subjects. As he clicked the photo, someone else popped into the frame. Someone who sent a chill down Draco's spine...
Draco dropped his camera and grabbed his wand. "Stupefy!" he shouted. Red light arced from his wand, striking the Death Eater and knocking him off his feet.
The other three whirled to face the threat, own wands drawn and at the ready.
"Bloody hell!" gasped Ron, wrapping an arm around Hermione as Harry toed the unconscious figure with his foot.
"Draco, you saved our lives," Harry said. He secured the Death Eater with an Incarcerous spell and sent a Patronus to the Ministry. Within minutes, the Death Eater had been removed by solemn Aurors.
Hermione and Ron had gone ahead, and Draco plucked at Harry's sleeve. "Hurry up," he said, "we're late for the wedding."
"Understandable, under the circumstances," grinned Harry. "Let's just not be late to our own wedding, yeah?"