Title: We Found Love

13. Love

Note: Seventh Year

Why was he getting married so soon? Well… He was pretty sure it was all his father's idea to arrange it all. He had only meet Viola Runcorn during his fifth year. The Malfoy family hosted numerous balls and the one around Christmas time… It was the one when parents started to arrange this kind of thing. Keeping the purebloods pure.

It didn't really matter to him much, really. After they had run into each other, they had quite a nice chat about random topics. Mainly the conversations consisted of: annoying parents, school (Umbitch was clever, he had to admit), society, and life. Talking was easy to do around her, she became a close friend. As for falling in love, he figured that would happen in due time. Frustrated he kicked the chair in his room. He tried to pin the blame on his dad, when he knew it was all his fault. He was the one that went and got her with child. They were only dating for two years and they were going to leave Hogwarts anyway.

"I still can't believe you're going through with this," said a voice. Theodore spun around to see Draco Malfoy, just standing there. "I know it happens to all of us, usually it's after Hogwarts though."

Theodore only rolled his eyes, now was really the time to discuss what was right? Draco shouldn't have the dark mark at 17 either. He looked down at his dress robes, which much more traditional than what he wore to the yule ball.

"Shut up Draco, it's my fault anyway," he muttered. Draco only looked confused at his friend, unsure what to make of his words. This surely wasn't all Theodore's fault. It is usually parents that set up arranged marriages.

"What are you talking about?" asked Draco to his friend. Theodore acted like this was no big deal. Surely his mother had told him all about what happened. Narcissa Malfoy was just a big gossiper like many women. In all honesty Theodore Nott was happy that Draco didn't know.

"Viola's pregnant," he said adjusting his collar. As if it was that big of a deal, but to some it must have been. Draco only looked scandalized at what he had just heard.

"Pregnant?" echoed Draco. Theodore Nott was supposed to be the cleverer of the two! He was supposed to be an equal on all grounds. Now it seemed like he was blinded by love to realize what he just did. "Have you lost your mind? Getting her pregnant at a time like this, you know what the dark lord will do?"

"He won't know," said Theodore coldly. "All we needed was a witness and it was your mother that decided she would be the witness. Draco don't tell anyone!"

With that Theodore turned and left the room, with Draco tailing behind him. In the living room everyone stood except for Viola. In the height of the war, not the entire guest list could be invited. An Irish harp started to play and Viola appeared in the doorway with her dad.

Theodore smiled at seeing Viola all dressed up. Beautiful. Her dress consisted of off the shoulder sleeves draped effortlessly to her elbows. The bodice separated in the middle with silver material underneath dark green decoration. Her hair had been swept up into some intricate braid.

"Ladies and gentlemen," said a short wizard. He had started some kind of speech on love and souls. Theodore snuck a look at Viola, who didn't look like she had spent the morning getting sick. Instead, he smiled at how natural it was just the two of them. Both had taken each other's hand and clasped them together.

"Do you Theodore Jonathon take Viola Penelope…?"

"I do," he said holding their gaze together. The man faced Viola only to ask the same question. Unflinchingly she said I do as well. Bernadette Runcorn smiled and the elder Nott only looked pleased. At least they weren't ruined due to the war. His son had someone to be with if the elder Nott should be carted off.

The small wizard declared them husband and wife. There was absolutely no turning back from this moment. This wasn't a marriage of convenience or because she was 'knocked' up. Love was more important than anything.