The Wedding
Hermione was busy arranging her veil and dress when a person came in. She turned around to find Narcissa Malfoy standing there.
'Mrs. Malfoy!'
'Cissy, dear.'
'I mean, Cissy.'
'You look gorgeous.' Narcissa complimented.
'Thank you.'
'Let's have a little chat before you walk the aisle.' Hermione and Narcissa sat down.
'I wouldn't really expect Draco to pick a Muggleborn to marry because, you know, he's prejudiced about that. So then, when Draco sent me a letter that he has developed a liking for you, I was ecstatic. At last, he let go of his father's attitude towards Muggleborns. And I was completely supportive of your relationship.'
Hermione held on to every word Narcissa said. When Narcissa finished, Hermione said,
'Wow. That's really nice of you to be very supportive. And… Lucius?'
'Oh you know Draco. He doesn't care what his father thinks. Very well dear, I must go.'
At Draco's room
Somebody knocked on the door.
'Potter?'
'No. A Weasley.'
'Weaslette?'
'Yep. Just to let you know the aisle's ready in 7 minutes. See you there. Good luck.'
During the duration of those 7 minutes, Draco kept on adjusting his tie, wiping non-existent bacteria on his jacket, checking his hair everything.
'Oh my god I am bloody nervous. What is Hermione says the complete opposite of 'I do'? What if…. What if….'
His thoughts were distracted by Harry barging in.
'Malfoy, come on! I know you're nervous and all but you can't be late!'
'Alright alright. I'm coming.'
Draco saw Hermione walking, with Mr. Granger by her side. Then she went up to him.
'Do you, Draco Luciu – '
'I do.'
'And do you, Hermione Jean – '
'Yes with all my heart.'
'I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.'
And Draco and Hermione kissed, longer than what should be expected.
A/N: Sorry if the wedding is very short. Writing weddings are not usually my cup of tea.
