"Ron...."
"Harry... I know I got problems... had problems with the prat... but I'm going to be at your side through this. You two are perfect for each other."
Harry started crying and hugged Ron, and he then pulled Hermione in, too. "I love you guys. I went for months believing you were dead until Draco told me otherwise. Thank you for having my back... for rescuing me... for believing in Draco."
They embraced for several minutes until Mrs. Weasley came in. "Alright! Time to start heading down, Harry! No time like the present!"
Harry nodded and walked over to her.  Mrs. Weasley hugged him and kissed his head. "I'm so proud of you, Harry. He's a fine young man, who loves you."
"He does. Thank you for having this here... for... umm... giving me away?"
She laughed. "It's similar to that. It's just a magical blessing, Harry, from Arthur and I."
Harry cried some more and hugged her, again. Hermione cleaned him up and straightened his suit. "You look so handsome."
"Not the half-starved, tortured guy you found at Malfoy Manor?"
"No. Draco's been making sure you are well-fed," she said, holding his hand.
"Let's go, mate. Time to get hitched!" Ron said, and led them down the stairs.
The setup was beautiful. A warm spring day... not a cloud in the sky... wildflowers in the distance behind the archway. Guests were being corralled into their seats by Charlie, George, Bill, and Fleur. Thirty people came to see this. His old professors and his friends were seated, and the Headmistress was at the archway in regal robes. Harry couldn't see Draco. The other walkway went to the dinner tent. He supposed that was where Draco was. Merlin... what was about to happen?
"How... I... what..." Harry started as the panic set in, again.
"Hey... breathe..." Hermione reassured him. "Mr. and Mrs. Weasley are going out first for you. Then Ron and I will escort you down to meet Draco. Blaise will be with Draco, okay?"
Harry looked at them. "You will?"
"Course we will. I hope you remember your vows?" Ron said.
Harry nodded. Some words were required, but others were a necessity. Holy fuck... what if he didn't remember? Fuck fuck fuck.
"Breathe. You got it," Hermione reassured him.
Harry took deep breaths and shoved his anxiety and panic behind the wall that Draco so carefully tended. It wasn't the hair-trigger wall that existed in the basement. Draco made it strong... durable. 
The music started, and Mr. Weasley led his wife down the aisle toward the center. He saw, on the other side, Andromeda Tonks walking down with a toddler barely staying upright. His godson that he had completely forgotten about, like the shitbag he was. Teddy was trying. He was gripping his grandmum's hand, but managing on his own. He was even in a cute suit. He needed to talk to him... to Andromeda. 
"Alright, Harry. Time to walk to Draco," Hermione said and took his hand. Ron took the other.
He breathed and went out to the Tchviosity's 7th symphony, rather than the traditional muggle bridal song. Draco walked next to Blaise, but didn't hold his hand. He nudged him a bit, and it looked like he told him not to fall. Draco paid him no attention, though. He was staring at him... at Harry, and he was smiling. Harry smiled back, jitters finally calming. Draco was going to be there at the end of this walk.
Almost nineteen years later, Harry made it. Ron and Hermione hugged him and stood next to him. Blaise clapped Draco on the shoulder and stood beside him, looking formidable. Harry took deep breaths as McGonagall held out her hands.