A/N: I had originally meant for this fic to be a one-shot until I decided to continue on a bit. Again, this is from Draco's POV.
A Moment in Time
Chapter Two: Lilies
By: DarkDracon0
He didn't know why he had come. God knew he didn't want to. Hell, he'd rather have his father alive and well, ready to torture him again than be here. Slowly, he clenched his fists, then unclenched them. Walking into the church, he saw all the decorations of a muggle wedding. White lilies went along the pews and walls. People crowded inside, happy and secure. Laughing.
He almost backed out of the church.
Gritting his teeth, he walked to stand against the wall opposite of the alter, right by the door. He tucked his gloved hands into the pockets of his cloak, his eyes surveying his surroundings again. He had dreamed of this. Dreamed for a long time. Stepping up onto the alter with her hand in his, his best man holding the ring that would bind both him and her together for a lifetime and so much more. She would first walk down the aisle, beautiful and serene. He knew she would be so.
A wedding gown, white with a headdress and veil. He knew that she wanted the traditional. Maybe he wanted it too.
Smiling. She would be smiling, happy. He would hold his hand out to her as she approached. She would slip her hand into his, stepping up to stand beside him.
The sound of people rushing to get to their seats broke him away from his reverie. A hush went over the crowd as the bride walked in.
She was beautiful. Just as he imagined.
She walked slowly down the aisle, arm around her father. He had never met him. She had never invited him to meet her family. She was graceful, in her own way. She hadn't seen him. As she stood on the alter to make her vows to a man she didn't love, he unconsciously took his hands out and gripped the pew in front of him, silently begging.
Please, please, don't say it… Don't say those words, don't accept the ring…
At that moment, he wished more than anything to be the one beside her.
She said the words, took the ring. And he felt his heart break. Not break, but shatter into a million pieces, pieces that could never be found, gathered, fixed. Even after she kissed him, he still felt the spot on his chest aching fiercely.
They both leapt off the alter and ran towards the door. But before she left, her eyes met his. It was a moment that seemed to stop, a moment that he knew she would never be his, no matter what the future brought them. A moment that broke his heart all over again until he felt an incomparable sadness settle on him. Her eyes said the words.
I'm sorry. And the connection broke.
He still stood there, long after everyone had left. The sun was just about ready to set. He walked away from his spot and stood at the center of the aisle, watching the red sun through the doors that were still open. Bending down, he picked up a white lily. The color stood stark against his black glove. Black and white. No grey, no imperfections.
He was motionless until a tear fell down his cheek.
She didn't like lilies.
A/N: How was it?
A Moment in Time
Chapter Two: Lilies
By: DarkDracon0
He didn't know why he had come. God knew he didn't want to. Hell, he'd rather have his father alive and well, ready to torture him again than be here. Slowly, he clenched his fists, then unclenched them. Walking into the church, he saw all the decorations of a muggle wedding. White lilies went along the pews and walls. People crowded inside, happy and secure. Laughing.
He almost backed out of the church.
Gritting his teeth, he walked to stand against the wall opposite of the alter, right by the door. He tucked his gloved hands into the pockets of his cloak, his eyes surveying his surroundings again. He had dreamed of this. Dreamed for a long time. Stepping up onto the alter with her hand in his, his best man holding the ring that would bind both him and her together for a lifetime and so much more. She would first walk down the aisle, beautiful and serene. He knew she would be so.
A wedding gown, white with a headdress and veil. He knew that she wanted the traditional. Maybe he wanted it too.
Smiling. She would be smiling, happy. He would hold his hand out to her as she approached. She would slip her hand into his, stepping up to stand beside him.
The sound of people rushing to get to their seats broke him away from his reverie. A hush went over the crowd as the bride walked in.
She was beautiful. Just as he imagined.
She walked slowly down the aisle, arm around her father. He had never met him. She had never invited him to meet her family. She was graceful, in her own way. She hadn't seen him. As she stood on the alter to make her vows to a man she didn't love, he unconsciously took his hands out and gripped the pew in front of him, silently begging.
Please, please, don't say it… Don't say those words, don't accept the ring…
At that moment, he wished more than anything to be the one beside her.
She said the words, took the ring. And he felt his heart break. Not break, but shatter into a million pieces, pieces that could never be found, gathered, fixed. Even after she kissed him, he still felt the spot on his chest aching fiercely.
They both leapt off the alter and ran towards the door. But before she left, her eyes met his. It was a moment that seemed to stop, a moment that he knew she would never be his, no matter what the future brought them. A moment that broke his heart all over again until he felt an incomparable sadness settle on him. Her eyes said the words.
I'm sorry. And the connection broke.
He still stood there, long after everyone had left. The sun was just about ready to set. He walked away from his spot and stood at the center of the aisle, watching the red sun through the doors that were still open. Bending down, he picked up a white lily. The color stood stark against his black glove. Black and white. No grey, no imperfections.
He was motionless until a tear fell down his cheek.
She didn't like lilies.
A/N: How was it?