Dislcaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the characters or the locations of the Harry Potter series. They belong to JK Rowling, Scholastic and any other legal copyright holders.
Author's Notes: This is an older series I posted elsewhere, I hope you enjoy. It isn't my usual pairing or even my usual style but I hope it came out well anyway.
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The manor was filled with the noxious perfume from the hundreds of flowers Mother had insisted upon for the day, a special day, she'd insisted. An oh so precious sky blue, to match Astoria's lovely eyes. I would not have noticed that tidbit had Mother not gushed so thoroughly over it. They did look beautiful, I suppose, scattered over the hallway and courtyard beyond to decorate our manor for this momentous day.
They certainly made Astoria smile as she flounced through the halls, checking plans and making sure our houseelves were taking care of guests. Our houseelves. My houseelves. The stupid little things already obeyed her. I felt stab of annoyance at their betrayal; I'm sure the seamstress's assistant noticed as he fitted my dress robes.
I had little over a half hour before my life was handed to Miss Greengrass. As I walked into the gardens, I lifted my chin defiantly. No, she would be the one handing her life over. But, as I stood at the alter awaiting her descent down the aisle, I looked at her. Standing there, I had nothing better to do, I thought I'd assess her before thoroughly committing...there was time after all to still call it off.
Her head was bowed and that surprised me, did she not know she was becoming a Malfoy? Even from the distance across the aisle I could see the crease in her forehead with worry and the red, swollen eyes where she must have shed tears just before stepping outside. Did this girl have no control? Seconds before marrying and she cries! I frowned a second before smiling nervously, the whole of the wizarding community was watching.
Perhaps she had not intended to have me hand my life over. My head tilted to the side and my hard, calculating look softened. The flowers in a crown framing her head did look beautiful. She looked...innocent, angelic. I smiled as she reached me and I leaned in closely to her ear. 'The flowers match your eyes wonderfully.' I whispered and smiled when she blinked at me in shock. Perhaps there really was not much to accept after all.