Draco/Pansy
I woke up this morning to a constant shaking by my mother.
"Wake up Draco!" She called. I just grunted and buried my head back into my pillow. It was summer for goodness sake! I had just graduated from Hogwarts and she wants me to get up?! "Draco, for Merlin's sake get up! You're going to be late!"
"For what?" I managed to mumble.
"For your wedding!" At this I shot up in bed, staring at her with wide and confused eyes. "You have an arranged marriage Draco, and if you don't get up now, you are going to be late!" I shot out of bed and grabbed the suit that she was holding out to me.
"Who is she? Is she pretty? Is she pure? Do I know her?" I rattled off questions as she pushed me into the bathroom and closed the door behind me.
"Be out of there in half an hour!" she yelled through the door, then left without answering my questions.
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I stood at the altar, really rather quite nervous. Blaise and Flint flanked me on my left. I still hadn't been told who my bride was! Blaise and Flint acted like they knew, but they weren't saying anything. Finally, the wedding march started and my… soon to be wife began walking down the aisle.
She was… on the large side. Her dress tried to accentuate the curves that I could guess weren't all there. Her face was covered in a veil so I still couldn't tell who it was. I tried my hardest to let out a little smile. But the sight of this woman in a wedding dress walking down the aisle towards me made me want to run away.
When she finally got up to the altar, I groaned inwardly at the fact that she chose a veil that was so thick that I still couldn't see who it was
The priest began rambling about some non-important stuff. I didn't listen in. Maybe I should have, because then I would have heard my bride's name. But before I knew it, she said 'I do' and it was all up to me. I said those two words without even thinking about it. I was too engrossed in my thoughts as to who this woman could be.
Finally the priest got up to the part where I could take off her veil to kiss her. I was more interested in taking off her veil to find out who she was! I lifted it slowly and peeked under. I let out a screech and tried to bolt when I saw who my bride was. Pansy Parkinson. I tried to run out the side door, but Blaise and Flint caught me. They pushed me mercilessly towards pansy, her lips puckered out, ready for my kiss. I kicked and screamed and flailed my arms. I almost started sobbing, but I kept getting closer and closer to her.
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"AAAAAHHH!!" I bolted upright in bed. Sweat ran down my face and it glistened on my bare chest. I was breathing heavily for a good five minutes. "It was all a dream. It was all a dream. It was all a dream." I kept telling myself. I collapsed back on the bed and tried to calm myself down. I closed my eyes but the picture of me coming closer and closer to that pug played over and over again.
I decided the only thing that would calm me down would be a warm glass of milk, like what my mother used to make for me when I had nightmares when I was younger. I slumped out of bed and made my way down to the kitchens. It wouldn't hurt if I made my own milk once in my life I guess. I got to the kitchen and opened the fridge. It gave me enough light so I could see through the entire room. I got the milk out and closed the door again. I moved to warm up a glass of milk. When it was warmed, I took a sip out of it and leaned against the counter. I heard footsteps coming into the kitchen and the light turned on.
"Drakie dear?" I heard a shrilling voice. There was only one person I knew that had a voice that annoying. I turned and saw Parkinson. But my suspicions were confirmed when I looked down to her left hand and saw a wedding ring. I snapped back up to her face and dropped the glass of milk to the floor. The glass shattered and the milk spilled everywhere. But I didn't care; I was already out the door and trying to find my way to freedom.