The 29th of July. Written for Charlotte Lane's challenge on HPFC. Hope you enjoy!
It was the 29th of July, and I sat in his yard in his chair watching as he goofily grinned at the enchanting woman walking down the aisle. His flaming red hair, which he attempted to brush back, sat ruffled on his head, while hers was lovely, it's normally bushy style flowing back with the wind as she walked. Her dress was perfect; a sweetheart neckline with a lace and clothe combined trail. It's rim was bejeweled perfectly.
Her smile was perfect, although it hurt me to see that it was directed to him instead of me. Potter was there, of course, being his best man. Longbottom and the rest of those red headed nitwits were there as well. They stood next to him.
What had bothered me the most was my presence. She must had invited me for that red headed bird brain would never have me here unless she wanted it. Maybe she does love me. Had she really known all along yet never said that she loved me and decided today she would do it so everyone could see especially that Weasel of a man waiting to marry her?
Absolutely not.
She was smarter than that. She would have told me ahead of time that she truly did love me, yet she (obviously) hadn't and now she was stepping away from me and closer to him. Every step she took destroyed my heart more and more.
Once she reached him, I swore I would crumble and fall apart right there.I was ready to stand and say that I do not agree with this marriage when the Paster (The head weasel, who had been too cheap to pay someone to wed his son and they angle of a woman he was marrying) has asked.
Yet I stayed. She was looking into the crowd when he asked, and I swear that our eyes had met. It was the moment that I realized I could never tell her that one thing I've always been dying to.
As the reception drew on, my heart continued to sink. When Teddy, the deceased Nymthadora Tonks and Remus Lupin's son, brought down their rings, I could see hers, and it's beautiful detail and decore and I wished more than anything that I could put it on her finger instead of him.
Once the words, "You may kiss the bride," we're heard in my ears, I stood. I didn't look to see if she was happy, because I was already aware of the answer. I didn't look to see if anyone had noticed my leavings. I just walked out, holding that one thing that I always had wished to tell her.
I, Draco Lucius Malfoy was madly in love with Hermione Jean Granger.