Disclaimer: I own the plot and the little gift at the end. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.
He sat in the last pew, shrouded by the shadows that the small church gave off during the Sunset service. He knew he no longer belonged with the happy faces around him since he was not invited to be there but he had to see for himself.
Astoria* was at home, one month away from delivering their baby girl, and yet Draco was at a wedding he should have never have been at, just to watch the bride be given away to someone that was no longer him.
Mixed feelings went through him as the service progressed, he could see her smile as it radiated throughout the church and he wasn't sure if he was going to make an arse of himself yet again for a woman he had once loved and was convinced it was over with.
"…Speak now or forever hold your peace."
That was the reason why he was there, watching Hermione Granger getting married to Ron Weasley, because he was unsure if he had the objection of her getting married to anyone but him. It was but a brief second as their small relationship flashed through his mind as well as their brief encounters. The biggest thing that stuck out though was his name, when she said it.
The last time they had been together, she had called him Malfoy, not out of hate or disrespect, but out of lust and he realized then that he couldn't be with her in the way he wanted to, didn't love her anymore in the way he used to.
"Do you Hermione…"
His moment had passed and he felt relieved and yet still a little sad, he had not acted upon a whim that had befallen him in the middle of the night after countless dreams that said he should have stood and objected, instead, he went back home to the family he loved and who loved him as well.
*While Draco had been at the service, Astoria had gone into labor early and was unable to get to a mediwitch in time. Sadly she lost the baby who was given the name Eris Narcissa Malfoy. Draco never forgave himself for the death of his daughter and strove to be the best father possible for Scorpius once he was born.
(AN: I haven't written a story in a while in full and this one need to get out of my head. I'm sorry that there is no happy ending but in life there is always that confusion and ultimate sorrow. This story is dedicated to two people who will never read it, one who I am happy is getting married today and the other who may not have the joy of seeing her little girl live for longer than a few hours. I hope I'm wrong to the latter and that she grows up to be a wonderful young lady. Ever yours Erzibeth-Malfoy.)