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First attempt at a fanfic of my OTP, it's pretty short but I haven't written in a long time so this was just to get my writing flowing. Enjoy!
A pair of familiar, grey eyes followed Hermione as she made her way down the aisle. The intensity of the gaze almost made her turn, but even without, she knew who it belonged to. Her heart clenched in response. Swallowing, she glanced slightly to her right, to where the wedding-goers stood, their smiles at her that reached their eyes, all except one—he wasn't smiling. His thin lips looked even thinner when pressed in a grim line. His eyes intense, but never giving away his emotions. It was a mistake to look at him. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and her breath hitched. The memories of their sinful romance came crashing back to her heart, like unrelenting waves against a limp shore. She could still feel the kisses he lavished on her neck, her arms, all over her body, and she shuddered. He must have noticed, for a hint of pain flashed across his expression, but quickly dissolved into a stoic expression.
They both knew this was a forbidden romance, but as logical as love can be, they found themselves drowning lustfully in each other's embrace, ignoring all sense of reality and the responsibilities they must both bear to their own families.
She knew she could never love anyone the perfect way she loves Draco. But to be with him meant to defy everything else she holds dear to her heart. And to be with him also meant to refuse him of the life he deserves. And she could not do that to the one she loves.
Barely holding back her tears, she forced her composure and averted her attention to the man in front of her, who will soon be her newly-wedded husband. She offered him a weak smile as he reached for her hand, holding them tightly.
It will never be the same. She thought of the way Draco held her hand, so preciously, which mirrored his affections for her-a delicate, but profound love. She felt her eyes water, and could barely hear the officiant as he began. She will never again feel his soothing touch, the way he holds her against him—their bodies like a lock to its key. And she will never again feel his kisses, which sends electrifying pulses all over her body, swallowing her in an abyss of liquid bliss. And she will never again hear him say to her, I love you, with such tender and love that flowed from his heart to his being.
She felt a squeeze on her hand, abruptly jerking her attention to the man in front of her. He tilted his head towards the officiant, which she followed.
"Do you, Hermione Jean Granger, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband," the officiant repeated.
Tears in her eyes, she turned to her fiancé, and in her peripheral, she can see Draco, whose expression now mirrored her own pain and sadness. Saying goodbye one last time, she whispered, "I do."
And that's the end! Please review :)