Daphne's POV:
Astoria. Tori. Call her Aston Martin for all I care. She is such a waste of space. But she always wins.
She's getting married first, to a MALFOY. Draco Malfoy. The richest wizarding family in the whole of the pureblood descendants. The most affluent family in the UK. She is one lucky bitch.
Malfoy is cute. He is MY age, not one year older. If anything, he should be engaged to me. But he isn't. Why? Because Theo proposed.
I like Theo. I only agreed because he proposed the month after The Battle. Times were difficult. Now they're bearable. I really regret it.
Now, I'm the one having to sit on the side-lines and watch The Bitch leave this depressing life as a Greengrass and join the people with the name and fame. She got it easy.
The most annoying thing is that she actually looks pretty in her wedding dress. She looks elegant and flowy but still has that don't-cross-me air about her. She looks genuinely beautiful.
The Bitch.
Astoria's POV:
Getting married to a Malfoy. What a headache. Standing outside the Chicheley Hall in Buckinghamshire, I couldn't help but feel nervous. I was getting married after all. A new home. A new family. A husband. This was going to be the ultimate awkward-fest. There was a lot to get used to. *sigh*
As my parents and sister (I wouldn't call them family) Apparated beside me, I led them up the path to the entrance.
"Astoria!", said Daphne, struggling to keep up, "Astoria, we need to go in first"
"What's the point?", I replied, "Nobody is going to be there anyway" It was true. Only Malfoy and his parents and me and my parents (and annoying excuse for a sister) were going to be there.
"But we've got to do it properly. You only get one shot at this."
I looked at her make up caked face and realised that she knew this was going to be our only chance together. She knew I wouldn't even turn up to her wedding. I nearly felt sorry for her. Nearly.
"Fine"
So Daphne walked into the entrance hall, followed by 'Mother and Father' (I didn't want walk with anyone), then me. As I entered, I realised that the Malfoys' could not help showing off. The hall was draped in silver and emerald. Upon seeing our entrance, one of the elves (also draped in emerald) scurried into a room at the top of the steps. While walking up the steps, a great deal of shuffling could be heard from the other side of door. When we had reached the door there was silence followed by another elf saying "youse can goes in now, sir and madams" while addressing us (I still would not refer to us as a family). A moment passed and a soft organ began playing.
The door opened and a tall figure could be seen at the front of the room.
Draco's POV:
What in pureblood's name is going on? I'm getting married to a Greengrass. What the hell?! But I'm OK with it. It's saving my neck from Azkaban. But I'm getting married! Did I already say that?
"Draco, focus!", father hissed.
I hadn't realised that they had arrived. I had been standing for about five minutes thinking and I hadn't noticed she had walked in. I saw Daphne. I remembered her from school. She was meant to be getting married to me. The thought of it made me shudder. She was nice, but clingy.
She gave me a toothy grin. And flirty.
Astoria had reached my side. She smiled slightly. I smiled back, twistedly.
"Draco, don't forget."
Of course. How could I forget? We couldn't let the Greengrass change her mind even if it meant gifting her little things.
From the tip of my wand I produced a bouquet of white and silver roses and wrapped it with a silk ribbon.
Her eyes widened in surprise then softened as she took the bouquet.
"Thanks" she said as her brown hair fell over her eyes casting me out of a daze.
'Man up' I told myself.
The man I front of us was greying, in his early 50s. He stood up, coughed for silence, and smiled nervously. Maybe being in the presence of so many people branded with the Dark Mark was unnerving.
"Ladies and gentlemen. We are to celebrate the marriage of this man and this woman in holy matrimony. If you two could now turn to face each other."
Damn! He was going to do it old school. Great. Just great.
As I turned to face the Greengrass I realised her eyes weren't as dark as I thought. They were nearly a honey colour. They were eyes that I was already getting lost in and I was annoyed that I was.
I held out my hands for her to hold and she slid them in to mine. We had over a foot of space between us so looked like we were holding hands over a stream. The man noticed that.
"You might want to stand closer" he said, a smile playing on his lips.
We both stepped forward at the same time so now it looked like we were standing on two feet of space.
"Let's continue. Do you Draco Lucius Malfoy agree to take Astoria Greengrass as your wife?"
Do I? I don't know. I'm not sure. What if I cant get used to it? What then? I really should have thought this through. I looked into her eyes. Nearly honey...
"I do."
A strand of silver emitted from the man's wand and wrapped around us holding us together.
Astoria's POV:
"And do you, Astoria Greengrass, take Draco Lucius Malfoy to be your husband?"
Well, I don't know him. Barely. I do want to get away from 'the family'. But I want to get away from this too. This mayhem. And then I remembered the first time Malfoy and I had an encounter. I looked up into his grey eyes, not cold but they were friendly.
"I do"
A second strand wrapped itself around us again.
"By the power vested in me and the Wizengamot, I now pronounce you husband and wife"
A last strand, longer and thicker than the other two wrapped itself tightly around us, lifting us slightly off the floor.
And the memory. What a memory...
