My Fair Weasley

Prologue

Breathe.

Take it one step at a time.

Don't trip over your dress.

Look up, not down.

Pull your shoulders back.

Hold your chin up, keep your eyes locked on me.

And most importantly, remember, I love you.

Breathing didn't come too easily as she stood in the holding chamber, waiting for the knock on the door that would signal her descent into the crowd that awaited her at the bottom of the steps. It had been a long road from the beginning to where she stood now. It had been hard and miserable, and there had been plenty of times when she had wanted nothing more than to give up. There had been misunderstandings and the resulting heartaches that came from them. There had been pain, both of the physical and emotional variety. But most importantly, there had been love. And in the end it had been that single emotion that had kept her going. It had been her love for him that had made it all worth while. And as a result it was why she was standing here in a beautiful-beyond-belief white gown, holding a bouquet of orchids and smiling stupidly to herself beneath her veil.

She giggled and fought back a snort. They'd said that it was unladylike to snort when one laughed. So she tried, she really did. But in the end the giggle and snort both won their way free.

"I'll forgive you that one, my dear, but I'm not so sure your about-to-be husband would." Her escort stated with a smile that was reserved only for her viewing pleasure.

"Sorry," she replied softly.

Her escort made his way over to her and wrapped a strong arm around her shoulders. "You know, if I weren't so unbelievably gay, I'd marry you in an instant."

With a smile she stood on her toes--quite a feat in two inch stilettos--and kissed his cheek. "And if I didn't love him so much I'd marry you despite your unbelievable gayness." She wrapped her arms around his slim waist and laid her head carefully on his chest, while he rested his head gently against hers. He had been the most unlikely friend she could have ever found. Despite their past grudges the friendship between them had begun instantaneously. And she knew that if it hadn't been for him she wouldn't be standing where she was now. He had become her greatest friend and the person she trusted most in this world. Well, besides her almost husband.

There was a knock on the door and it startled her out of her friend's grasp.

"I do believe that means show time," he whispered as he adjusted her veil and made sure the folds of her dress were hanging properly.

Her nervousness was almost overwhelming, and she knew it was superfluous. There was no need to be nervous. They had done this in the rehearsal dinner the night before. She had even made sure to practice it in stilettos similar to the ones she was currently wearing. But still, her stomach tightened and her hands began to shake slightly.

"There's no need to worry, and well you know it."

She nodded. "I know. I just can't help it."

He led her to the door and rapped once with his knuckle. There were only seconds left now and only her arm in his kept her from fidgeting. With another knock the doors began their slow swing open. The brilliant candlelight momentarily blinded her and she forgot to breathe.

"Well, Mrs. Malfoy. Let's get this show on the road."

((-))

So, don't kill me for posting this, all of you "I Am" fans. Again, I will state that I have not forgotten about it, nor have I abandoned it. I just need some time to figure out just how I want it to go. There are two possible plots for the rest of it. I'm working on it, I swear.

I know it's short. I wanted it this way, it's not just for lack of nothing to write. This was actually planned like this. A snippet if you will. Take it or leave it!

I want to know what people think about this prologue. Like it, hate it, love it? I guess what I really want to know is…Would you like more? I have three chapters fully planned out, and have an entire direction for the story. So, between working on "I Am" and possibly another, AND work, I have two jobs now. You'd be getting this story. Maybe more frequently than "I Am." Who knows! So, let me know what you think.

So please: REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW! Let me know how you feel!.

Arigato

Ja'ne- Ami