Just another short oneshot, teehehe. I'm sorry if this isn't too polished, but I've just come out of a writer's block streak and this is the best thing I've written in three weeks, so bare with me please. (:
Hope you like it enough to review, as always!
-Brittany
What Will Our Wedding Be Like?
It was the first date when she started this whole ridiculous conversation.
"Draco, what will our wedding be like?"
She said it, just like that. While I was casually talking about Quidditch and eating some delicious pesto pasta she brought up marriage. I realize my mouth had fallen open which seemed very uncharacteristic for a Malfoy. "Hermione, this is our first date."
She shrugged and ended the conversation as soon as it had started, "It was just a simple question."
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She asked the same question on numerous occasions after that date. Some days I found it annoying that she brought it up, while on others I was scared to think that I might some day be marrying this wonderfully bright and beautiful witch.
None the less, I got use to these types of questions coming from her petite mouth.
"What will my dress look like?"
"Who will be your best man?"
"What time of year is it going to be?"
I had heard them all. Even though I got tired of the questioning, there was never a time where I got tired of her. So unfortunately, my dear Hermione came with a butt load of wedding questions.
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The night before I planned to propose to her, she went on a question frenzy. I was almost positive that she didn't know about my secret surprise, yet I found it a rather funny time to get have her asking me what color tie I'm going to wear on our special day.
These questions had been going on for almost two years now. And I was ever curious, "Hermione, why do you want to find out more about a wedding that might never take place?"
She just smiled, "Because you've already given me the answers."
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Watching her walk down the aisle in her simple, yet extremely elegant, wedding dress was amazing. Magiked candles floating around in the air above, spits of glitter slowly falling to the ground at Hermione's feat; it was the perfect wedding. Everyone was there; his friends, her friends, and even people they both didn't know had decided to attend to one of the biggest events of the season.
But what I still didn't understand, even as I took her hand and led her to the alter was, what answers had I given her?
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It wasn't until we were dancing together for the first time as husband and wife I got up the courage to ask her, "What do you mean I have given you the answers? I never answered any of your questions."
She snuggled into my chest and giggled, "The answers to the most important questions. Who do I love the most?"