Okay first off, disclaimer. I really do keep forgetting to do that. I don't own it.

Next, the summary has changed in hopes that I would get some more readers. Right now I don't know if its worked or not, cause the only review I have is from my beta, Nelly. Please, for the love of your writer, review or drop me a message. I'm not desperate...haha. Kidding. Whatever makes my readers happy, I try my best to dothat. Enjoy the wedding chapter. Its good and next the Honeymoon.

Chapter 12 Just a Regular Shotgun Wedding

After the mothers had left, Isabella remained posed at the oval mirror that hung in her room. Her dress fit perfectly as it was meant to, as it was made to. It had a fitted bodice almost like a corset. A symbol of the Victorian era and its own betrothals. 'Oh the irony', Isabella laughed. It was a dry laugh, for her laughing soon left her again in tears. They did not fall, not now. She inhaled and let the breath leave her lungs before continuing her inspection.

Both the front of the bodice and the hem of her dress had been detailed with lace that crawled and diamonds that shined. She ran her nimble fingers down the bodice, just barely grazing them. At the hips the dress lost its lace and floated in long white fabric down to her feet. It was a beautiful dress, more beautiful than anything Isabella had ever imagined for her wedding. It was too beautiful, too fake.

The only reality in her figure were her bare feet and the tears in her eyes. Isabella wasn't permitted to wear shoes. They would make her nearly as tall as Draco and that was too tall for good wedding photos. Or at least that's what the mothers had said. So Isabella forwent the shoes which indeed had been a relief. It would have only made walking down the stairs that much harder.

It was time, she decided as she felt the slight tug on her being. Come or your lover dies it called villainously. Isabella made her choice.

She draped the veil, pinned her curls, over her face before staring back at her reflection. The thin white gaze barely reached her chin and served as her only barrier between herself and the world so intent on breaking her. Each passing moment brought it lift and her destruction closer.

Isabella remembered then she needed to breath and took a gasping breathe. The sweet oxygen raced through her blood and prepared her heart to break. With a final glance at the dresser where Jason's ring laid, she whispered a prayer and stepped into the morning light.

Through the field of rose petals that seemed to sprout beneath her footsteps, she came to him. A nymph, a goddess, an angel. She came to him. His bride.

Draco couldn't believe it was true, that maybe he had stumbled upon some beautiful fantasy that he could easily lose himself in. It wasn't until he felt her hand trembling in his that he knew it was real.

Then was she lifted her gaze from the floor and, all the world seemed to fade away. He wasn't aware of the snaps from the photographer or the near sobs from his mother. It seemed as though it was only Isabella and him in the room, in the whole world. He didn't hear Mrs. Cowley begin the ceremony.

He only focused on how Isabella's eyes watched the old Ministry official and sometimes stole glances at Draco and his unnerving stare. Her eyes, so prideful and strong, today were lamenting and meek but none the less stunning. He studied every fleck of amber, of chocolate brown, and the little bit of Slytherin green. He swam in the ebony pools of her pupils. His trance wasn't broken till Isabella squeezed his hand and he turned his attention back to his marriage.

Mrs. Cowley had begun the blessings in Latin and with her wand wove a white ribbon between their combined hands. The ribbon raced in a pattern old with time. It attached around both their wrist and the slack fell in a long white wave. Mrs. Cowley then switched to English, "This ribbon is a representation of your love, your dedication to one another. Its white, purity of love and its length, everlasting commitment. This ribbon ties you to one another, not only in marriage but in life."

Isabella's hand continued to tremble and Draco unconsciously rubbed the rough pad of his thumb over them to still their movement. Mrs. Cowley moved back into Latin and the ribbon glowed and with a bright flash was gone. They exchanged rings next, both a simple platinum band, their only visible sign of marriage. Mrs. Cowley then gave the final blessing and stepped back, the ceremony complete. All she had to do was speak the words and Isabella's would be his wife. Mrs. Draco Malfoy.

"May I present Lord Draco Alexander Malfoy and Lady Isabella Rosa Natale Malfoy." The mothers cried and cheered at the same time and the photographer continued to click away. Neither of the couple moved for a second or two, trying to believe what had just occurred. Draco took initiative and with his free hand pulled back her veil.

Behind was his wife. Tears rolled freely from her eyes. She cracked a smile but the tears still steadily fell. 'How easily she masks happiness,' Draco thought depressingly. No, they weren't tears of joy, but true tears. She could fool everyone, but not him. Not her husband.

Draco didn't care though. He would win her friendship, respect, and maybe even love. They had a lifetime together. Above all he would make this marriage work. So he brushed her tears away and laid a soft kiss on her lips. Oh, the heaven of her lips. His hand pushed pass her curls and cradled her head to his lips. And in a moment, it was done and they had become man and wife.