A Wedding of Society
The mellow sound of the cello started up and echoed throughout the church echoing pleasantly off the thick mahogany walls. Great balls of light twirled slowly around the ceiling creating a dream like quality to the setting. Other bubbles of light were clustered and draped over different nooks and crannies in the old cathedral as points of brightness in the darkness. Arrangements of flowers were artfully placed across the pews, and in urns at the front and back of the isle. The arrangements were dominated by clusters of day lilies and coral roses, but there were pervasive strands of ivy completing the collection. The entire scene was deceptively simple and overwhelmingly elegant. The sharp, effeminate ushers seated the last of the guests, and the large doors closed until the wedding party would enter through them.
The guests of the event were separated by an interesting divide.
The left side of the church was filled to the very maximum with the most distinguished families in the wizarding world. They were all dressed in expensive and glittering dress robes. Their posture was exact, and each placement was carefully and exactly mapped out by the intricacies of their own pureblood social network.
The other side of the church was arrayed in a people of a different sort. Along the front lines was a string of red hair like a string of fire spanning two neat rows. Behind them, only three or four rows were filled with peoples in various forms of dress as well as various forms of race. The two sides could not have been more different, and each regarded the other somewhat warily.
This was perhaps one of the only realistic occasions where the two groups would ever meet; then again the situation itself was some was unrealistic. The only person sitting on the right that appeared as if he could possibly switch sides was a distinguished man with slicked black hair and dark velvet dress robes. The only thing that set him apart was the slightest edges of a prison tattoo creeping up over the edge of his collar.
Attention was drawn back forward as three individuals took their place at the front of the church. A tall wizard with a long white beard stepped behind the altar and opened up a large, ornate book of lore. The other two men stood to the front and left of the altar in the traditional position of the groom.
The first man, the groom, was above all noble. His shoulders were mildly broad, and the rest of him was extremely well defined. His hair was slightly longer than usual and its shaggy black locks hung down around his face. It only served to accentuate his almost alarmingly green eyes. The dress robes he wore complimented his body perfectly, but a certain stiffness in his spine betrayed his discomfort with the clothing. He leaned back to listen to something that his best man said quietly in his ear. The comment made a quick smile spring onto his face. His best man look slightly disgruntled but whatever the groom commented back caused him to relax.
The crowd went silent as the groom looked up suddenly to the large oak double doors at the back of the church. The crowds quieted and turned to follow his gaze. Strains of almost unearthly music began to play as the doors silently opened to reveal a line of groomsmen dressed in light grey dress robes. There were three of them, all linked by their marked effeminacy, and they processed down the aisle in a calm chain. Following them was an adorable pair of blond five-year old twins, a boy and a girl, one carrying a basket of apple blossoms, electric blue bachelor's buttons, and tuberose flowers and the other a black velvet pillow with two shining rings.
As each of these people reached their place, the groomsmen standing in the bridesmaids' position and the two children standing adoringly at the green-eyed groom's feet, the music changed. Gentle morning light intensified to frame the couple as they stepped into view. On the right was a distinguished middle age woman holding onto the arm of another man, the second groom. He was dressed in pure white, a color that accentuated his pale, flawless skin and radiant blond hair. As he walked down the aisle he wore a triumphant almost lazy smile that seemed to mock everyone else that was not going to have a husband as wonderful as he was. It was quite apparent to the guests that the moment the blond man entered, the first groom's world had closed to everything but him. His greens eyes followed every minor motion of his soon to be husband without fail or distraction.
Harry Potter watched with expressive eyes as his soon to be husband, Draco Malfoy, walked towards him down the aisle.
A/N: First of all, yes there is such a thing as a bronze Chrysanthemum – I promise. I didn't believe it either, but now that I know I think that it's freaking AWESOME!
Delphinium – Boldness
Sweetpea – Shyness
Wisteria – Steadfast
Casablanca Lily – Celebration
Day Lily – Enthusiasm
Bachelor's Button – Anticipation
Coral Roses - Desire