Dedicated to my MOTHER
"Author's note : Hello there! Let me tell you this is my first try at fan fiction. So if it is not smooth, then you will know it was my first hand polishing it : )
This is a three-shot...…well it was a one-shot initially but you know it lengthed itself. ..*wink*.. ...and I wanted it to be perfect, so here are some imp tips/points to go through first before you read.😊
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1. Firstly the time-setting: It is situated in the middle of the second war, assuming that the hocrux hunting happened staying at grimmauld place only. The whole order is intact.
2. Background: Draco Malfoy and his mother, Narcissa are secretly working for the order providing information from the inside. Hermione and Draco are civil to each other and sometimes agree with the other's point in the many Order's meetings.
3. /** Theme: A prophecy is accounted : about a pair from opposite sides of the war could together bring Voldemort down. The prophecy soughts the unitation of an unlikely pair to produce the strength of Magic any mankind has ever seen. A bond that could never be torned apart. Lucius comes to know his wife and son's loyalties, and betrays them to Voldemort for the Dark Lord's favour. Voldemort is furious and decides to kill Draco to prevent the fulfilling of the prophecy. The order seems this as a light of hope…..and decides to get them married immediately.
4. Consequences: The Order rescues Draco and his Mother at the last moment and the pair willingly enter into the sacred bond immediately without losing time which results into further angering Voldemort./**** For withdrawing his death eater mark from Draco's arm, Voldemort swears to do make as painful as possible.
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This story takes place on their wedding night, in the bedroom.
Climate: heavy snowy thunderstorm and windy.
HAPPY READING !
A low thud sounded as Draco closed the door to his bedroom.
They stood… their back against each other.
Waiting for the other speak.
They both knew their desperate situation and this ….. was the only way.
Draco drew in a shaky breath.
The Dark Mark.
Pain.
Hermione closed her eyes momenterily, and open them to look around her dim, candle -lit surroundings. Surprisingly his room style was white rather than her expected black. His room reminded Hermione of those decors with Rococo styles. The vanity, the hearth, the style of arrangements, the four poster bed with white organza fabric curtains that reached to the floor. The white cushioned settee at the foot of the bed, complemented itself to it. The chandelier that hung above in the middle of the tall room was well lighted. It casted a shadowy familiar warmth inside, contrasting greatly with the white reflections from the hangings and the bed by the moonlight streaming in through the still closed french windows.
Odd.
Moonlight?
But it was storming outside!
Hermione squinted, to look outside the huge curtained windows again surprisingly made of white organza which were ceiling high.
"Maybe you should get refreshed…" Draco softly broke through Hermione's admiring gaze.
She twirled around to face him, finding him nearer to a door on her left, opposite to the vanity. He calmly motioned with his right hand towards it.
Hermione only nodded as her reply.
She balled up little of her front wedding gown, and entered the rest room and gasped softly, her hand covering her mouth as her eyes widened. The rococo styled bathroom was lit with slight silvery glow. The spacious bathroom that could easily accommodate 10 people at once was slight circular in shape. Hermione suddenly came out from her trance and singular tear traced down her face, her reality coming in front. She let go of her gown and made her way to the basin Counter.
A beautiful girl, dressed in her best silk wedding gown -faced her made it hard for Hermione to believe that they were one and the same. She touched her skin, her blush brightening with her tear stressed eyes. After a few tears she courageously gathered herself. Reminding herself that they have to do it for Harry, for the Order, for the whole wizarding community, they have to sacrifice a piece of theirs. She calmly took off her veil…..
Voices and music resounded around her.
"I, Draco Malfoy take thee, Hermione Jean Granger, to be my wedded Wife…."
She brushed off her tears.
"….. to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health…"
She again looked into the mirror, her involuntary imagination picturing Draco beside her. Their eyes met in the mirror, gazing into each other's souls.
"…., to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I plight thee my troth."
He smiled slightly, beautifully contrasting his already handsome features. Hermione, despite herself returned it feeling oddly comforted in his presence.
" ….till death do them apart….."
While the figment of her imagination diminished, the smile still graced her face.
Stepping out she noticed that he had already took off his coat which now lay innocently on the settee, Himself laying on the bed on the side of the windows.
As she neared him, she was not surprised to find him pretending to be already asleep, even though his back was propped up against cushiony chest of the bed, eyes closed his head rested rather stiff.
She softly unlocked the clasp of the curtains resulting into their flow midway across the bed. She quietly perched herself on the smooth, soft bed and slowly lowered herself into it. The bed had to be of king size, because there was still enough space to accommodate a person between them.
From the vanity to the low heating hearth, and the shimmering curtains to the window, even from the Orders problems to their commitment … Hermione's views and thoughts flowed through her shiny eyes.
At last her eyes again rested on the sleeping form beside her.
His presence again reminded her of their predicament.
Their Prophecy.
Their Together-ness.
Hermione's brow furrowed in deep thought. What had the prophecy predicted? ….. two people….opposites….….united…bond never formed to be broken…. Magic so powerful...
Their Magic.
Powerfull strong enough to destroy Voldemort.
That much was easy…..but wait…together….United in matrimony...….that refers to being united in holy or.. or spiritual way…... but …a bond be formed..from….from touch? No...it couldn't be...just a contact..? maybe..?
….but the prophecy clearly meant that the bond be feeding onto both of their connection…." Hermione remembered her evasdroping on Harry and Ginny's conversation the very morning-
"…but Harry we must not simply jump onto the conclusio-"
"—What Ginny? Are you saying that I am just jumping to conclusions? The prophecy is even beyond Voldemort-"
She unconsciously relaxed greatly contrasting with their dangerous situation. Till today she had been fighting with Order but she was never in the spotlight before...now she knew what it felt to be part of some great prophecy ...and...and.. a prophecy to destroy Voldemort.
She let out a sigh.
At Least she is not alone .
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A.N. I know its short but...I had to end it here...can't give away too much now, can I?... Well I promise I will posting soon.. well just in an hour ... I am editing it right now.
Reviews and questions are always appreciated!
- Kiaa