Be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to anger.
Music played in the white tent that currently held the ceremonial wedding of Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger. Candles sat at every clothed table setting. Daisies and baby breath bouquets filled mason jars in the middle of each table. Lights were strung across the tent in various way, like fairies had lined up to watch the wedding their selves. If one were to stand in the back, like Draco was, you could see everyone having a night to remember, even the occasional clinging of champagne could be heard from toasts still being made.
His eyes kept going back to her though, he couldn't keep them off of her. Hermione was now dancing with Arthur Weasley, and every now and then, her head would fall back and he could hear the most beautiful laugh bubble out.
Brown hair pinned up on her heard had loose curls streaming down, and a lone daisy was tucked in her right ear. His wife, Hermione, was a sight to behold.
"Draco, we've got to get back, it's our reception!" She giggled.
Draco smirked and pushed her up against the small shed that was a few yards away from their tent. Using his hands, he kept his weight against her, and pushed up her wedding gown, and put his hands on her hips, squeezing. He growled as she giggled and playfully pushed him away as he started to devour her neck.
"Honestly, we need to get back, we're meant to do this later Mr. Malfoy." She protested.
"It's later now." He grunted.
Quickly, he dropped to his knees carefully so he wouldn't crush the dirt into his dress pants. He undid his tie, and kept her gaze as he did, then undid the first few buttons of his white button up shirt. Before she could say what she wanted to, he pushed her gown up again and hooked one of her legs, the one with the garter, over his shoulder. He blew on her silk garment covering his destination. She whimpered as she put her hands on his head and gripped his hair.
He pushed aside the silk underwear and licked her folds. She moaned deeply and sighed, pushing him further into her.
"Quiet love, people might hear." He murmured against her clit, then licked and sucked over and over again. She ground into her face loving every second of it, shuddering from pleasure.
"Mmm!" Hermione yelped when he took his hand and led his fingers to her slick core. She was close to her undoing, just about there. Her breathing quickened and she was clenching around him.
Then he stopped, "W-,"
Hermione stopped asking what when she seen him stand up, undo his pants as quick as she's ever seen him do it, and then he was against her, sliding into her slowly. He held her leg up with one arm and used the other hand to hold her against the shed.
"You're so bloody perfect." He said each word with a thrust.
"Faster." She pleaded.
"Oh no, no, no," he teased, "you've got to finish just like, me going slow and savoring every fucking second of being inside my wife, my Hermione." Draco growled out. She couldn't enough of his animalistic instinct while having sex. She loved it. She craved it.
Gripping his shoulder, she started to move against him, he jerked, and he had to stop moving before he started pounding into her.
Hermione moaned in frustration when she didn't get the reaction she wanted from him.
"Witch," he called her. Slowly, but a little rougher, he pulled out and pushed back in. It was almost too much for her. The slow stretching, the slow friction. She shuddered around him, tightening up. So close.
He groaned and picked up the pace, loving the feel of being inside her. She caved, and said his name over and over and over, getting louder until he had to cover her mouth with his, kissing her. He came when she was spent, whispering foul things, then loving things into her ear.
"My husband…" she breathed out.
"Malfoy."
Draco turned to his left and seen it was Ronald Weasley that had said his name.
"Weasley," Draco greeted back, "If you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to get another dance in."
"I love her," Ron stopped him.
Narrowing his eyes and trying his best to not think the worst, Draco stepped forward, "Who?"
"Hermione," and then Ron stepped closer, "your wife."
Stepping back, Draco laughed clearly not amused though, and took a deep breath, pointed at Ron, and laughed again.
"Well Weasley, looks like you're a little late."
"No," Ron snapped, "it's never too late. I will win her back. I will never stop fighting for her."
Draco felt his heart rate rise as his anger built up. Grabbing Ron by the arm roughly, he led them both outside of the tent.
"Alright," he spat, "you better be making this out to be some fuck sick joke, but I still can't guarantee that I won't hex you're fucking head off it's shoulders Weasley."
"I'd like to see you try."
"You sure picked a hell of a time to grow some bloody balls." Draco sighed, closed his eyes, and began to think of different things to calm down on his wedding day. Hermione and his wedding day, that Ron was ruining.
Breath.
He was holding her hands, running his thumbs over them, and then it was his turn to speak his vows. He grinned and took a deep breath.
"If any man should feel victorious on his wedding day, it's going to be me. You've put me through hell and back, even made me beg a few times."
Laughter escaped the friends and family of theirs watching the exchange.
"That just gave me more determination Granger, I've had the upper hand for quite some time." He reached in his pocket and pulled out a daisy. Tucking it behind her ear as she giggled, he continued.
"I promise to try to be a husband who is worthy of you, even though I believe that'll never be possible, I'll never stop trying."
He stepped forward, cupped her face with his hands, "I promise to love you forever," he grabbed her hand and placed it over his heart making her gasp, "I promise that my heart will always belong to you. I promise to live by a simple rule of being a husband who is quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to anger. I promise to be whatever you need, to protect you, and support you. My desire and devotion will never fade Hermione."
Kingsley announced that he may kiss the bride, and Draco dove.
It was soft, gentle, and slow. It sealed the deal is what Draco told her later on.
I promise to live by a simple rule of being a husband who is quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to anger.
"You don't love her Ronald." He simply stated.
"You don't tell someone who they do or don't love-"
"What's her favorite book?" Draco asked.
"Easy, Hogwarts: A History."
"No, although she reads it religiously, it's not her favorite book. Her favorite book is by an American author named Jodi Picoult and it's called My Sister's Keeper. What's her favorite color?"
"Red-"
"Wrong again Weasley. Hermione's favorite color is green because her mother purchased her the necklace that she wears almost every day with a green charm that hangs from it. Any shade of green is her favorite color. You don't know shit about Hermione." Draco roared.
"I do love her." Ron glared.
"You love her but you're not in love with her, for fuck sake bloody listen would you!"
"No-"
Draco pulled him back to the tent to look inside. Hermione was dancing with Kingsley, smiling from ear to ear.
"Look, look at her Weasley. She's happy. She's happy that you're her friend, a part, practically a brother a part of her family. She's also happy because I'm her husband." He explained, trying to make him see before he punched the life out of him.
"You waste time pining over what you don't have when you should be enjoying what you do have. Brown fucking adores you, yet you don't see if because you're trying to win my wife."
Ron said nothing.
"You love Hermione? Why are you trying to fucking ruin her life right now, to make a day that is supposed to be happy, completely un forgetful in a negative way? You're in love with the idea of her, when you already have the one you need, Lavender."
"Hey, what's going on?" Draco jerked around and found Hermione looking concerned at the both of them.
"Weasley here just came to wish us the best and congratulations." Draco lied, for both their sakes.
"Oh Ron!" Hermione rushed over and hugged him. "Thank you, I wish the same for your and Lavander Ron, I really do!"
Draco could see the realization hit Ron's face as Hermione wished him the best in his life. Walking up to them and placing a hand on Hermione's back he spoke, "Hermione, one last dance love?"
She nodded her head yes, and smiled happily at Ron, and walked away with Draco.
"The only way I can be standing in front of you today is because of Malfoy. The only reason I can stand in front of you today with a good life and wonderful wife is because of Malfoy. He saved me, twice. First time was on the day that he and Hermione got married. I know I remember that day well because I tried to ruin it," he revealed.
Silence filled the funeral service until he spoke again, "I tried to ruin it because I thought I had this, love for Hermione and I thought she was the one for me. She's amazing. But she wasn't for me, and he explained that to me."
Looking down at the podium and patting it with his hand nervously, he continued, "I went up to him and said, 'I love her.'"
He laughed, "I was prepared to be hexed and thrown out, ready to redeem myself and get to work on winning Hermione's heart. He didn't hex me. He looked at me for a few moments, and he told me I didn't love her, and called me Ronald."
Ron sighed, "He asked me things that I should have known if I was in love with Hermione. I didn't know a single one. He told me that I needed to stop fighting for what I didn't have and start working for I did have. He meant Lavender. All the things he asked me about Hermione that I didn't know, I knew about Lavender. We acted civil toward one another, but we never became friends. I was ashamed that he had to show me the mistake I was making. It was hard to be around him and Hermione together."
He walked out from behind of the podium and stood in Hermione's direction, "I remember his vows to you. I have always remembered them, because he taught me a lesson in them. Malfoy was a prat, but he grew up to be more of a man than I will ever be."
Ron didn't cry, not one tear, but he felt like he missed out on a friendship that could have been amazing, and he mourned that. His cheeks where flushed, his hair wasn't neat, he looked a little lost.
"So I just have two things to say about Malfoy," he began walking over to where Lavender and his two children sat, "he saved me twice."
Running a hand over his face as he reached he seat, he looked down and spoke his final thoughts, "And he taught me a valuable lesson…"Looking at Lavender, he placed a hand on her cheeked and smiled sadly, "Be quick to listen," he ran a hand over his face again, keeping it together as best as he could, "slow to speak," and as he sat down he placed an arm behind his kids and pulled them close, "and slow to anger."
Ron didn't really know how to deal with being showed the right way from Malfoy, and then being saved by Malfoy. He realized after his death, that there could have been a great friendship between the two if he hadn't been so ashamed from his past. When Malfoy thought Ron hated him, it was just that Ron didn't know how to be around him. To the individual who said I should warn them about the ending, probably referring to Draco's death, why? What's the point of doing that? Seriously a story is meant to be a story front to finish, a journey to take together to the end, not hear the end then take the journey. I do have the angst genre listed for this story. It's Rated M. I've done my disclaimer, that's about all I can do. It's not the best warning, I agree, and it's not the best story, I'm sorry but I trying to make it be that, so. I hope you find it interesting though. Why not leave your thoughts in a review? Fine with me. Go do it(:
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