Disclaimer: JKR owns it all not me.
Written for the Woman in Black Challenge by Hermione's Harmony.
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Black Silk
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It had been a day of colour. A day of beautiful dresses, sensual flowers and fake smiles. The day had rung with false laughter, but trundled on in a blur of different shades. It had been a day of expectations. A day of fulfilling other peoples wishes, cooperating with traditions. The day had been a swirl of different paints, but with longstanding, permanent results.
Now the artificial colour was gone.
Now the black silk was wrapped tight around her. It seemed to act like a second skin; enhancing areas she was rather conscious about having exaggerated. Especially at this moment.
Still she nervously held it.
Gripping it.
Firmly.
Lest it slip, and the garments (or lack thereof) underneath be on full show.
Her eyes wondered around the vast room, noting its sheer size. Noting how cold it felt.
She saw that the exquisitely embroidered curtains were partially open and made her way towards them. She heard the door behind her open, and then close with a firm thud.
A thud that signalled finality.
She did not bother to turn around. Her gaze remained fixed on the cloudy night sky. No stars could be seen tonight. Instead, it was a dark mass which seemed to absorb all the light which fell on it.
A hand was placed on the small of her back. She fought the urge to shudder. The hand pushed her away from the window and into the centre of the room where a large ornate mirror stood.
It was grandiose, as were all the other ostentatious objects littered around the room.
Her eyes flickered quickly to his face then back to the object in front of her. He moved his hands to hold her on each side. Then he forcibly positioned her in front of the mirror.
She stared at herself.
She was such a contrast.
Picturesque.
Golden hair cascading down her back; like an endless waterfall. Pale skin with a perfect complexion. Startling blue eyes, mesmerising eyes. Cheeks rosy from the rouge that had been strategically applied. And then there was her attire of black silk which she had draped herself in.
She could see his reflection in the mirror.
Smirking.
She fought the urge to ask if she pleased him. It would be a childish thing to ask. It would be as though she was a young girl seeking the approval of her father. It would be wrong to think of him that way.
After a moment he took her hand and led her towards the monstrosity which was the central focus of the room.
"Are you going to make me your wife now?" she whispered into the silence.
He did not reply.
He just wrapped his arms around her, as more of a threat then a promise.
She simply stood still as his hands began to move upwards, grabbing the sides of the fabric surrounding her.
He tore it away; leaving her fully exposed.
"Yes, I am going to make you my wife." He replied as she looked down at the black silk bedsheet she had robed herself in, which now lay in a pool of cloth at her feet.
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AN: For anyone following my other stories I will be doing my best to update them soon.