They finally arrived at their destination; all they had to do was walk from
the coach in to the Abby, where they would be escorted to their pew. When
they were walking to the church, arm in arm, Hermione noticed Draco was
getting quite a few stares behind fluttering fans, as Draco noticed many of
the young men in search for wives gave Hermione approving glances.
"I wonder who they are." Hermione heard a female voice said entering the church.
"That is a fine example of a man I have ever seen, and that hair, like and angel!" Another one cried out, and Hermione would have been highly amused to see another girl, barely 14 years of age, faint at the sight of Draco.
Her mouth pressed into a thin line that McGonagall would have been proud of, upon seeing the looks the older woman of the court were giving Draco.
"Like a boar at a Luau." Hermione muttered to herself, but Draco hearing this, had to hold back his laughter that was bubbling in his throat. So, she was jealous, that's interesting.
"What was that, My Lady?" Draco asked her, trying to look innocent as possible, it had not occurred to Hermione that she still had the habit of talking out loud when she was upset. He was surprised when she decided to be honest with him.
"By the end of the night, you are going to get at least five offers from women here, just remember, that they don't take regular baths, they don't shave, and they are over 500 years older than you." She finished, mentally kicking herself for sounding jealous.
"I like a woman with experience." He said grinning, she looked up into his face with a full on scowl, but it faded quickly when she saw he was only joking. "Besides, I like creamy skinned, browned hair witches that are not afraid of my wand."
Hermione laughed, and swatted him playfully in his chest, eliciting more than a few hostile stares from green-faced females.
Silver eyes followed the couple from their entrance into the Abby, to their seats, in amazement of the resemblance to the family. Lethe Mallenfioa, a strikingly handsome man of 22 years looked at Draco in disbelief one last time before slipping into a darkened alcove in the a gigantic Abby. He walked at fast as he could without drawing attention to himself to the nearest exit. He had to tell his father about this. He would be very interested to know there was an imposter in England misrepresenting their family.
The procession went on without interruption, and the mass was beautiful. Hermione only wished she could have brought her father's muggle camcorder to catch everything on film to watch it over and over. Draco smiled to himself seeing how radiantly happy Hermione was, watching History take place, he had a sudden flash of her smiling just as brightly on her wedding day. Get a grip Malfoy, wedding? He shook his head as if to expel the thoughts from his mind, but they assaulted him: Hermione on her wedding day, the wedding night, children...
"Wasn't that just great?" Hermione exclaimed, gripping his arm in excitement. He snapped out of his day dream and smiled down into her face
"It was amazing, I just hope you remembered half what went out, I zoned out through half of it." He said, smiling sheepishly at her. She laughed and swatted him on the head with her fan, "you will never change." She laughed. Again, a common comment that was to be taken lightly brought Draco to a stop, you will never change, he knew Hermione meant it in a non-Voldermort way, but he could help but get an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"Are you ok, Draco?" she asked him, bringing him back into reality. Her looked into his face, her eyebrows creased together in worry.
"I'm fine, I'm just wondering how we are going to make it to Hampton Court in time, look at the traffic." He pointed outside, carriages as far as the eye can see, in rows, waiting for their turn to pick their master.
"Oh we are never going to get there in time!" Hermione cried upon seeing the queue of people, she looked around; the church was still packed to the brim.
"We can apparate." He said slyly to her.
"I was thinking that, but I don't want to take any chances you know...next thing you see we end up in the Royal chamber while your highness is taking a wiz in the golden chamber pot." She finished, eliciting a bark of laughter from Draco, who in turn, got stares and frowns for laughing in such a public place.
"If you like, you and your husband can join me, I am next in line to go to Hampton Court." A low masculine voice said from behind Hermione and Draco. They turned around to stare into the visage of a much older Draco.
"How...-" Hermione looked at the man in amazement, he was by far older than Hogwart's Draco, but the family resemblance was there for everybody to see.
"Thank you, lead the way." Draco said curtly, drawing a confused look from Hermione. She knew that Draco was much more selfish that anybody she knew. If he trusted this man with his wellbeing, so could she. They walked to the nearest carriage, and Hermione gasped in wonder and the beautiful for of art. It was solid black, and the green Mallenfioa crest stood brightly against it. Tall, dark footmen waited by the horses for their master's return. Hermione shivered when one of them offered his hand for her to go in. Draco thankfully saved her by telling the man his help as not needed.
The threesome sat silently, taking in each other with wary eyes.
"I wonder who they are." Hermione heard a female voice said entering the church.
"That is a fine example of a man I have ever seen, and that hair, like and angel!" Another one cried out, and Hermione would have been highly amused to see another girl, barely 14 years of age, faint at the sight of Draco.
Her mouth pressed into a thin line that McGonagall would have been proud of, upon seeing the looks the older woman of the court were giving Draco.
"Like a boar at a Luau." Hermione muttered to herself, but Draco hearing this, had to hold back his laughter that was bubbling in his throat. So, she was jealous, that's interesting.
"What was that, My Lady?" Draco asked her, trying to look innocent as possible, it had not occurred to Hermione that she still had the habit of talking out loud when she was upset. He was surprised when she decided to be honest with him.
"By the end of the night, you are going to get at least five offers from women here, just remember, that they don't take regular baths, they don't shave, and they are over 500 years older than you." She finished, mentally kicking herself for sounding jealous.
"I like a woman with experience." He said grinning, she looked up into his face with a full on scowl, but it faded quickly when she saw he was only joking. "Besides, I like creamy skinned, browned hair witches that are not afraid of my wand."
Hermione laughed, and swatted him playfully in his chest, eliciting more than a few hostile stares from green-faced females.
Silver eyes followed the couple from their entrance into the Abby, to their seats, in amazement of the resemblance to the family. Lethe Mallenfioa, a strikingly handsome man of 22 years looked at Draco in disbelief one last time before slipping into a darkened alcove in the a gigantic Abby. He walked at fast as he could without drawing attention to himself to the nearest exit. He had to tell his father about this. He would be very interested to know there was an imposter in England misrepresenting their family.
The procession went on without interruption, and the mass was beautiful. Hermione only wished she could have brought her father's muggle camcorder to catch everything on film to watch it over and over. Draco smiled to himself seeing how radiantly happy Hermione was, watching History take place, he had a sudden flash of her smiling just as brightly on her wedding day. Get a grip Malfoy, wedding? He shook his head as if to expel the thoughts from his mind, but they assaulted him: Hermione on her wedding day, the wedding night, children...
"Wasn't that just great?" Hermione exclaimed, gripping his arm in excitement. He snapped out of his day dream and smiled down into her face
"It was amazing, I just hope you remembered half what went out, I zoned out through half of it." He said, smiling sheepishly at her. She laughed and swatted him on the head with her fan, "you will never change." She laughed. Again, a common comment that was to be taken lightly brought Draco to a stop, you will never change, he knew Hermione meant it in a non-Voldermort way, but he could help but get an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"Are you ok, Draco?" she asked him, bringing him back into reality. Her looked into his face, her eyebrows creased together in worry.
"I'm fine, I'm just wondering how we are going to make it to Hampton Court in time, look at the traffic." He pointed outside, carriages as far as the eye can see, in rows, waiting for their turn to pick their master.
"Oh we are never going to get there in time!" Hermione cried upon seeing the queue of people, she looked around; the church was still packed to the brim.
"We can apparate." He said slyly to her.
"I was thinking that, but I don't want to take any chances you know...next thing you see we end up in the Royal chamber while your highness is taking a wiz in the golden chamber pot." She finished, eliciting a bark of laughter from Draco, who in turn, got stares and frowns for laughing in such a public place.
"If you like, you and your husband can join me, I am next in line to go to Hampton Court." A low masculine voice said from behind Hermione and Draco. They turned around to stare into the visage of a much older Draco.
"How...-" Hermione looked at the man in amazement, he was by far older than Hogwart's Draco, but the family resemblance was there for everybody to see.
"Thank you, lead the way." Draco said curtly, drawing a confused look from Hermione. She knew that Draco was much more selfish that anybody she knew. If he trusted this man with his wellbeing, so could she. They walked to the nearest carriage, and Hermione gasped in wonder and the beautiful for of art. It was solid black, and the green Mallenfioa crest stood brightly against it. Tall, dark footmen waited by the horses for their master's return. Hermione shivered when one of them offered his hand for her to go in. Draco thankfully saved her by telling the man his help as not needed.
The threesome sat silently, taking in each other with wary eyes.
