Her heart was in her throat and her stomach knotted. Nervousness rained on her like machine gun bullets, hitting her quickly with each passing second. Shakily, Hermione pulled the white mesh over her eyes and stared at herself in the mirror. She attempted to tuck the wavy piece of hair behind her ear, but it fell into her face again. Her eyes wandered lower to look at the dress. The dress was pure white, almost like newly fallen snow. The sweetheart sleeveless top was lace and hugged her curves as the skirt of the dress poof out like a princess dress with a thin layer of mesh over it.


She looked from the mirror to Narcissa, her mouth dry and unable to form words.

“You look beautiful,” she said, gripping Hermione’s shoulder. “Lucius will walk you down the aisle.  Since your own father is not present.”


Narcissa continued, her eyes falling to pit of sadness. “I’m sorry that you don’t have any of your friends and family here. Truly I am. If things weren’t like this, you know they would be here. I would never take that away from you, but Lucius …” she faded out, tears swimming in her eyes now. “Come.”

Hermione nodded and followed Narcissa to the doors of the ballroom. Lucius was already there in a tux, his long snowy blonde hair swept into a low ponytail that fell on his shoulder and a black ribbon tied into a bow, holding the hair. He was obviously wearing a scowl, with no intention to hide it.

“Miss Granger,” he greeted.

Hermione nodded.

“Well, then” said Narcissa with a slight forced smile, “be ready in five.” She turned and quietly entered the ballroom, slipping past the crack door and not opening it too wide so she wouldn’t reveal Hermione.

“This is very untraditional,” Lucius grumbled.

“How is that?” Hermione mumbled, refusing to look at Lucius.

“Your father is supposed to walk you down. You have no bridesmaids. Draco has no groomsmen. No flower girl. No ring boy. Not to mention, Malfoys’ weddings are between the two purebloods,” he snarled.

Hermione didn’t say anything. Her eyes were on the closed wooden doors in front of her.

“You can turn away now if you’ll like.”

She looked up at her future father-in-law with an indifferent look.

“I’ll let you go. I won’t follow you nor will I try to find you. I will give you money and you can leave. Enough money for you to live comfortably. You wouldn’t even have to lift a finger.”

“I don’t want your money,” she said simply. “And I’m not leaving. I’m marrying your son.”

His face contoured in an ugly fury. “How dare you!” he hissed. “You think you are deserving of my son? He’s a pureblood and a Malfoy at that. And you—you are vermin! So low, disgusting—”

“Let me tell you something, Mr. Malfoy. I don’t give a shit what you think and Draco doesn’t either. We never did. All I need to say is that my love for him is real and that’s all that matters.”

The music began playing in the familiar melody that Hermione often heard at weddings. Lucius offered his arm, fixing his usual scowl into one of indifference. Hermione laced her arm through his, holding the bouquet of flowers to her chest. The roses in the bouquet were excited, opening its snowy white petals wide. Hermione heaved a sigh. Then the doors opened. It was hard to focus on all the décor and the people. People, many unfamiliar, packed in white foldable chairs that had a green bow tied to the back, its ribbon streaming from chair to chair. White candles floated in the air, shining its beautiful flickering fire of yellow-orange. All the railings had cloth of intertwining green and white weaving through them. Scattered, pure white doves perched, hooting quietly. Petals scattered across the white carpet leading to the one man that held all of her attention.

Draco was grinning ear to ear, blushing and his eyes averting timidly to his feet. She was beautiful, he thought. Happiness pulsed through him, his heart skipping every time her eyes met his behind the veil. And as she was walking down the aisle, her eyes were set on his, boring with such intensity, he felt his legs going weak. His breath became ragged as she neared. Hermione stepped right in front of Draco, ignoring the archway laced with flowers and curtains and even ignored the minister. Her heart was slamming against her chest and she wanted to cry from pure joy.  She never imagined her wedding day like this. She didn’t ever think that she was going to marry the Draco Malfoy, but yet there he was right in front of her. And she wouldn’t have it any other way

“Hi,” breathed Draco.

“Hi,” muttered Hermione, blushing.

“I’m sorry that I’ve been ignoring you these past few days…”

“No,” she whispered. “It’s alright. It’s been busy for you and I know this must not be easy.”

Their conversion was interrupted by the minister’s loud and crisp voice, “We are all gathered here today for this magical time in life in which two people wed. Hermione Jean Granger and Draco Lucius Malfoy, if you are ready to step into the magical circle of matrimony, assuming all its rights, obligations and abundant joys, please so indicate by joining hands.”

Draco cradled Hermione’s hand in his, staring at their hands joined.

“Do you, Hermione Jean Granger take this man, Draco Lucius Malfoy as your husband, to love him and to honor him, to nurture, serve and support him, in times of joy and in times of difficulty? Do you promise to remain by his side regardless of what trouble befalls you, and in the presence of temptation to forsake this love, do you promise to remain steadfast and true? Do you promise with all your heart and soul to honor this vow till death do you part? If so, answer now, ‘I do.’”

Hermione answered, “I do.”

“Do you, Draco Lucius Malfoy take this woman, Hermione Jean Granger as your wife, to love her and to honor her, to nurture, serve and support her, in times of joy and in times of difficulty? Do you promise to remain by her side regardless of what trouble befalls you, and in the presence of temptation to forsake this love, do you promise to remain steadfast and true? Do you promise with all your heart and soul to honor this vow till death do you part? If so answer now, “I do.’”

Draco croaked, “I do.”

“And so we come, Hermione Jean Granger and Draco Lucius Malfoy to the presentation of rings by which you symbolize and bind your love.”

With a flick of his wand, a velvet green cushion appeared with two rings on it. A small band of glittering diamonds and a thicker band of sliver with three small emeralds indented into the ring.

“Hermione, place the ring on Draco’s finger and repeat after me:  ‘I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine.’”

With trembling hands, she picked up the ring from the cushion, sliding it onto Draco’s left ring finger. Draco squeezed her hand reassuringly and she looked up at him, her mouth dry. She repeated the words the minister said, her voice sounding distant.

She’s mine? thought Draco. Merlin, she’s mine!

 “Draco , place the ring on Hermione’s finger and repeat after me: ‘I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine.’”

Licking his lips, concentrating hard he placed the ring on her fourth left finger next to the engagement ring, all the diamonds sparkling with all its might. He repeated the words of the minister. Hermione gave a light sigh in relief. He hasn’t back out yet, she thought.

“Draco, as you place this ring on Hermione, I now ask you: Do you take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife?”

“I do,” he croaked, almost choking on his words.

“Hermione, as you place this ring on Draco, I now ask you: Do you take this man to be your lawful wedded husband?”

“ENOUGH!” bellowed Lucius, jumping from his seat. “Still, Draco! Still have you not come to your senses? You cannot marry this girl. She is a mud—”

“Don’t you dare,” scolded Narcissa, on her feet now. She was trembling from fury or more reasonably: fear from retaliation from Lucius. “They will be wed, Lucius. Respect your son’s wishes.”

“Draco, if you marry this girl you will sincerely regret it.”

“I would never regret this,” Draco replied coldly.

“Granger!” called Rabasatan on his feet as well. “Just go ahead.”

“You little—”

But Lucius was cut off by Hermione’s crisp voice, “I do! I will take this man to be my lawful wedded husband.”

“NO!” growled Lucius.

Draco, completely ignoring his father, said loudly, “I, Draco, take you, Hermione, to be my friend, my lover, and my wife. I will be yours in times of plenty and in times of want, in times of sickness and in times of health, in times of joy and in times of sorrow, in times of failure and in times of triumph. I promise to cherish and respect you, to care and protect you, to comfort and encourage you, and stay with you, for all eternity.”

“DO NOT CAUSE A SCENE, LUCIUS!” shouted Narcissa.

Hermione, ignored the argument between the three and said with flawless confidence, “I, Hermione, take you, Draco, to be my partner, loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know. I eagerly anticipate the chance to grow together, getting to know the man you will become, and falling in love a little more every day. I promise to love and cherish you through whatever life may bring us.”

The minister’s speech was broken as he could not be as quick to ignore the wrestling between Lucius and Rabasatan. People fled out of their way, women lifting up their flowing dresses and men scrambled clumsily out of the way. The minister stuttered, “Well—er—I now—um—pronounce you husband and wife.  You may now kiss the bride.”

“NNOOOOO!” shouted Lucius, attempting to detangle himself from Rabastan, but Rabastan held tightly on Lucius’ collar. “NO!”

Draco without looking at anyone else, other than Hermione, shakily uncovered her face by draping the veil behind her. He now looked into her eyes, big, brown and beautiful. They were glassy with tears. How could they not be? She was getting married to man she didn’t truly love. And now the wedding gone to shit.

Hermione wanted to cry. She didn’t care if the wedding was chaos at this point. She was in bliss.

Draco pulled her into an embrace and dipped her. He pressed his lips hard against her and wrapped her arms around his neck. Clapping echoed in the room, along with bickering, but they could only focus on each other. Hermione opened her mouth and his tongue snaked in, massaging the inside of her mouth. She moaned lightly against him and he ate it hungrily. He pulled away, leaving a trail of kisses from her ear to the base of her neck before he realized they were still at the ceremony. He looked up from Hermione and set her steady on her feet. They both smiled at the crowd who were clapping and Lucius and the Lestrange brothers sweeping out of the ballroom angrily.

They were officially married.

A/N: Although, they are married, this is clearly not the end. I think we are more than ½ there. =D And the chapters are becoming shorter and shorter. Sorry! But on a good note, I will be posting more chapters than usual, okay? ^___^

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