Title: Wedding Day
Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Tom/Merope
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 331
Summary: Merope on her wedding day
Notes:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Two Week Drabbles Wars - International Woman's Day: Task Prompt - Write about your character on her wedding day. : Dialogue Prompt - "If any of you sons of bitches have anything else to say, now is the fucking time!" - Kill Bill: Vol 1
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Regulus Black I - Bronze - Prompts Used - Waltz, Party, Young, Bowl
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Candy from the Trolly - Chocolate Frog - Milk Chocolate - Prompts Used - cost, employee, ensure, and child
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: [Writing Club!] The Word Prompt Express - Prompt Used - 67. Beyond
Merope smiled as she stared at herself in the mirror. Today was her wedding day. It would be perfect. Just like her life beyond this one magical day.
She had done everything she could to ensure that nothing went wrong. And Tom hadn't cared about the cost of everything when they planned. Now, she was a young woman about to marry the love of her life.
So, why didn't it feel right? The smile left her face.
She remembered Tom telling his friends about their upcoming nuptials with Merope at her side. They hadn't looked happy, and Tom had notice the sour faces. "If any of you sons of bitches have anything else to say, now is the fucking time!" he demanded.
No one had said anything, afraid of Tom's wrath, but she knew they were suspicious about why he chose Merope of all girls.
It left a funny feeling in Merope's stomach, like what she was doing was wrong.
The door opening brought Merope out of her soon-to-be morose thoughts.
She looked at the girl, an employee of Tom's. The girl didn't smile. "Are you ready, Merope?" she whispered, her voice flat.
Merope narrowed her eyes at the other girl. "I guess."
She followed and nodded at the wedding party, all women that Tom knew as Merope didn't have any female friends. Or any friends for that matter.
She looked at a child who was their flower girl, a distant cousin of Tom's. And she couldn't help but think about the children she would one day have with Tom.
And when she entered the church, all eyes on her, Merope only had eyes for Tom.
She nodded as Tom smiled at her. This was right. This was destiny.
And later, at the reception, as Tom led her away from the punch bowl into a simple waltz, Merope laid her head on her new husband's chest.
Everything was the way it was supposed to be. She would never question herself again.