Draco Malfoy waited patiently in Professor Flitwick's room. Every so often,
he would pass the mirror and fix himself a little. He had put on his best
robes that day. Instead of his Slytherin patch reflect off of him, the
Hogwarts symbol was there instead. Draco didn't want to be a Slytherin
anymore: not when he had Hermione.
Draco continued to pace back and forth. Meanwhile, Professor Flitwick was getting thing ready for the ceremony, which was to take place at any moment. "Merlin, bless this marriage and approve of it, so that nothing sad happens," said out loud to himself.
"Yes, yes, but whatever bad may happen, it'll be worth it," said Draco, hearing the Professor speak. "There's nothing greater than being with her. Marry us now, and I can die happy." The small Professor shook his head.
"Too much of a good thing, even too much love, can be bad. It can blow up in your face. Too much butterbeer quickly makes you sick of butterbeer. Take it slow and love long, instead of rushing your relationship."
Draco just smiled when the doors opened across the room. Hermione entered in scummy robes. Draco stared at her oddly for a moment, until she took them off, revealing the same white dress she wore for Yule Ball. White...for marriage...now innocent. Draco smiled as she walked towards them
"Here comes Hermione," said Professor Flitwick, seeing her for the first time. "She runs so gracefully because when you're in love, your spirit is light. And this is probably a lightweight love."
Draco just rolled his eyes at the comment as they came face-to-face with Hermione.
"Good evening, Professor."
"Good evening, Hermione."
"Hermione, if you're as happy as I am, maybe you have sweeter words to express it," said Draco, lovingly. "Bless me with your wonderful words, and describe the joy we'll both have in this marriage."
"True feelings are too deep to describe. Only beggars can count up how much they're worth. My love is far too rich to be added up."
Professor Flitwick looked at both of them, oddly.
"Right...Well, come with me. You two can't stay alone together until you're properly married."
'Married...' Draco smiled. 'How perfect.'
Draco continued to pace back and forth. Meanwhile, Professor Flitwick was getting thing ready for the ceremony, which was to take place at any moment. "Merlin, bless this marriage and approve of it, so that nothing sad happens," said out loud to himself.
"Yes, yes, but whatever bad may happen, it'll be worth it," said Draco, hearing the Professor speak. "There's nothing greater than being with her. Marry us now, and I can die happy." The small Professor shook his head.
"Too much of a good thing, even too much love, can be bad. It can blow up in your face. Too much butterbeer quickly makes you sick of butterbeer. Take it slow and love long, instead of rushing your relationship."
Draco just smiled when the doors opened across the room. Hermione entered in scummy robes. Draco stared at her oddly for a moment, until she took them off, revealing the same white dress she wore for Yule Ball. White...for marriage...now innocent. Draco smiled as she walked towards them
"Here comes Hermione," said Professor Flitwick, seeing her for the first time. "She runs so gracefully because when you're in love, your spirit is light. And this is probably a lightweight love."
Draco just rolled his eyes at the comment as they came face-to-face with Hermione.
"Good evening, Professor."
"Good evening, Hermione."
"Hermione, if you're as happy as I am, maybe you have sweeter words to express it," said Draco, lovingly. "Bless me with your wonderful words, and describe the joy we'll both have in this marriage."
"True feelings are too deep to describe. Only beggars can count up how much they're worth. My love is far too rich to be added up."
Professor Flitwick looked at both of them, oddly.
"Right...Well, come with me. You two can't stay alone together until you're properly married."
'Married...' Draco smiled. 'How perfect.'