Disclaimer- J.K. Rowling is god of the Harry Potter nation…..not I sadly.
So today was the day. My wedding day. I was getting married to my old enemy, best friend, lover, and future wife. If you guessed Pansy Parkinson then all I have to say is WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! But if you guessed Hermione Granger, I'll probably smirk, chuckle, and nod.
You know, you never really know when or where you'll find love. Hell! Sometimes, you won't even know that the person that's always been right in front of you could be the love of your life. But, if you were me, then all you had to do was be the enemies for seven years, best friend for one, wait until she dumps her dumbass boyfriend, then hook line sink her.
I mean it took me like eleven years to get up to this point. I mean the first seven I was a douchebag, a year later I saw her in a different light; a brighter one. Then we dated for two years when I popped the magical question. Many people thought it was too soon, but we didn't. I knew I was in love with Hermione Jean Granger since I saw her after the final battle.
I saw her limping towards a destroyed Hogwarts covered in muck, blood, and sweat. For soon weird reason it turned me on (don't judge me ok!). Then suddenly, she just stumbled over and fell.
"Shit!" she muttered.
"Granger, let me help you!" I shouted running closer to her.
"Malfoy? I thought you left with mummy and daddy," she snarled.
"Listen, I couldn't alright! I stayed and saved Lilac Brownser," I confessed with a light blush on my cheeks, while pulling her up.
"You mean Lavender Brown," she giggled.
"Y-yeah," I stammered fully blushing now.
"It's ok, and thanks Malfoy," she stated as she began walking away.
"Anytime, and Granger?"
"Yeah?"
My name is Draco, Hermione," I told her.
"Alright, then Draco," she said with a small smile.
I swear that day was unforgettable. But our date was the best. Well, at least it was to me.
I gently knock on the door of her small flat. In my hands I held daises, straighten my navy blue polo shirt, wiped the dust from my black pants, and fixed me hair until I heard the door open.
"Draco, you should really stop messing with your that's my job," she chuckled.
I looked up and just dropped my jaw. She was wearing a peach dress that fit her in all the right places. Her curly locks looked tamed (for the night). I was in awe.
"You look hot!" I exclaimed slapping my hand on my forehead.
"Well, you look pretty good yourself," she chuckled.
I pulled her into an embrace, and then lead her to a nice romantic dinner. There was white wine, dancing, and laughing. It was one of the best nights of my life. But the best part was the light kiss at the end of the night.
"Draco, you ready?" Blaise questioned.
I straighten my pitch black bowtie, fix my scarlet collared shirt, and fixed my hair (again) then proceed out the door.
"Still can't picture you in red," Blaise chuckled as I walked out of my room.
"When you're marrying a Gryffindor, you just do what she says," I joked.
"Thank Merlin, I married a Ravenclaw, well at least Luna anyway," he laughed.
"Whatever."
When it was finally time for my beautiful bride to walk down the aisle wit Harry on her walking her down, a smile just lit up my face. As we stood face to face, she frowned then reached over and fixed me hair.
"I have been telling you for two years, it's my job," she whispered.
"You look hot," I replied.
"Repeat," she giggled.
"And if I am?" I questioned playfully.
We kept this up until the preacher said "You are now bonded for life, now you may kiss the bride".
Today is one of the many great days to come.
