Chapter Ten: Blue Roses for Hate

He left the bathroom and I closed my eyes.

Why am I thinking of him like this, I thought as I stood up, he is Draco Malfoy, he tortured me all throughout our Hogwarts days, I am Hermione Gra-

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was skinny. I barely had any girly curves. I am twenty three years old and I have nothing to show for it. I have no job now, because the ministry decided that because I was living with such a wealthy family I don't need to work, another downside to this whole marriage thing, I can't go to work. I took a deep breath.

"Hello, my name is Hermione Malfoy," a tear fell down my face.

I wiped the tear from my face and pulled a towel off of the nearby shelf. I wrapped it around my small figure and entered the bedroom.

Draco was sitting on the bed reading a potions book. He looked up as I walked in, but didn't say anything. I walked over to a pair of doors. On the door on the left, written in silver letters, was Mr. Draco Malfoy, the other, Mrs. Hermione Malfoy. I opened the door on the right. The closet was just as large as the one in my old room. I pulled the first dress from its hanger and held it up. It was black, shorter than a lot of the other dresses and the straps tied in the back. I pulled it on and looked at myself in the mirror in the back of the closet. The long straps hung down my back. I grabbed a pair of black heels and after putting them on, went back to the bedroom.

Draco looked up once again as I entered. His mouth hung open a little as he watched me walk to my dresser. He said something under his breath.

"Yes Draco?" I said sweetly.

"Nothing," he said as he looked back at his book.

"Well," I said to him, "are we going to go?"

"Er-" he said putting his book down and looking at me again, "yes, we are."

We left the room and walked out to the front of the house. A limo was waiting for us.

A man in a black suit opened the door, and Draco stepped in. I stepped into the limo after him and the door closed. The limo pulled away from the house.

"Where to?" the driver asked.

"Can we pick out flowers first?" I asked.

"Any place in particular?"

"No," I told him.

Draco leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.

"Are your parent's going to join us?" I asked him.

"Nope," he said.

"I'm sorry they won't be helping you plan your wedding."

"I personally don't care."

"Okay," I said not sure how to respond, "Let's decide what colors we want."

"I would like green," he said, "and I despise the color red."

"Well, I despise the color green," I told him, "any other colors you would like?"

"If I said black would you get mad?"

"We aren't going to choose black," I told him, "weddings are supposed to be happy. And I know that we are in a really bad situation, but you can't get mad at me for the whole thing."

"And why not?" he said opening his eyes and looking at me.

"You can't blame me for you not being able to keep it in your pants."

"Well excuse me for thinking that you were beautiful that night."

"You did," I said as I pushed a smile away.

"Yea," he said, "for a Mudblood you are beautiful in black."

"You remembered what color dress I was wearing?"

"You make it sound like you want me to like you."

"What colors for the wedding," I said trying to change the conversation.

"Well we have eliminated green and black," he said, "so I'm all out of ideas."

"How about I start naming colors and you tell me what you think?"

"Fine with me."

"Yellow?"

"No," he said, "I'm not going to be a fucking canary."

"Okay," I said laughing, "how about purple?"

"I would rather it be purple than yellow."

"What about blue?"

"I suppose blue could work."

"Let's use blue then," I said.

"Good," he said leaning back again, "now that we have decided, you can shut up right?"

"How many tiers do you want on the cake?"

"How many what's?"

"Tiers," I told him, "Layers."

"I don't know," he said, "you choose."

"I think four would be good."

"And now you can shut up right?"

"How many guests do we plan on inviting?"

"How many do we need to invite?"

"Let's see," I said thinking of everyone I wanted to invite, "I have to invite Ginny and Harry."

"No," he said, "they are not coming to my wedding."

"Fine then neither is Crabbe, Goyle and Zabini," I told him, "and besides, it's our wedding, not just yours."

"You can't tell me I'm not inviting them," he said leaning forward.

"If I can't bring my friends you can't bring yours."

"Fine," he said.

"Ok, so let's see how many people I want to invite," I said more to myself than to him, "Let's plan on five guests, plus our parents."

"If it will make you shut up, then fine."

"We have to do this together."

"No, we don't," he said as he leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes once again, "now don't bug me until we get there."

"Well that's convenient," I said to him, "we're here."

The limo had slowed and once it stopped the driver had come around to open the door. I stepped out before Draco could. I looked around the street we had stopped on. It was in an older street, just outside of London. The streets we cobblestone, and the building were small and quaint. Draco stepped out of the limo and stood next to me.

"Let's get this done fast," he said looking very unhappy about the whole situation.

"We can only finish this fast if you work with me on it."

He rolled his eyes and walked into the small shop in front of us. As soon as we walked in a short round lady came out to greet us.

"Just give me one moment," she said picking up the phone, "my assistant didn't come in today, so I have been swamped today," she dialed a number and put the phone to her ear, "hello…Jessica, you knew today was going to be busy, why didn't you come in…that is no excuse…I don't want to hear it…this is your fourth time you haven't come into work…if you don't get here in the next twenty minutes you can say goodbye to your job."

She hung the phone up and turned to us, "sorry about that."

"Don't worry," I told her, "we are in no rush."

Draco looked at me in disbelief, "No rush?"

"I want our wedding to be perfect," I told him.

"Ooo, a wedding?" the lady said.

"I don't even want to have a wedding," he said to me, "I'm only doing this so my mother says off my ass."

"I don't care why you are doing this," I told him stepping closer, "I want my wedding day to be perfect."

"I will be in the back if you need me," the lady said.

"Can we get blue roses?" I asked.

"It will cost extra to dye the roses, but I can have it arranged."

"We will have six dozen of white roses and six dozen blue roses," I told her, still staring at Draco.

She began to scribble the request on a sheet of paper, "what is the date of the wedding?"

"Hmmm," I said thinking, "do you have a calendar we can look at?"

She pulled a calendar out from under the counter she was standing at.

"Let's see," I said looking at February, "how about February the nineteenth? Does that sound good, sweetie?"

"Sounds lovely, darling," he said glaring down at me.

"May I ask why that day?" the lady asked as she wrote the date on her paper.

"Same day my parents got married," I told them, "I thought that it was only appropriate that I chose that day."

"You are going to waste an important day like that on me," Draco said, "how sweet."

"Will you be picking up the flowers or do you want them delivered?" she asked.

"We will pick them up," I told her, "can we pay by check?"

"Yes," she said.

I pulled out a checkbook and paid for the flowers.

"We will pick them up two days before the wedding," I said turning to the door.

I walked out of the shop and entered the limo.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Doing what?" I said innocently.

"Trying to torture me," he said.

I leaned toward him so my mouth was next to his ear and whispered, "Because it's just so fun to watch you get mad."