Summary
"I shit you not, you vile, evil witch, you fucking broke my heart. Literally-okay, maybe not but it feels as if you did. But if it means that I could have you, then I'd be willing to let you break it a thousand and one times. It was only yours to break anyway." He was having a soliloquy. At a muggle-related wedding. His ancestors must be rolling in their marble graves. DMHG R&R!