The Diary
By Nirvana
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Chapter 6, Part 2 – Weddings
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I was sitting down in one of the chairs set up in the garden. The sun was bright and cheery, but it didn't match my mood. It was a garden wedding obviously. I see the Weasley family seated at the front row, with Mrs. Weasley already dabbing her eyes. Potter isn't here; perhaps, he wasn't invited. Good for him.
Jonathan was standing beside the minister, wearing a muggle tuxedo. From what Virginia told me, this would be like a traditional muggle wedding.
A string quaret that had been hired to play for the wedding suddenly played a muggle song. The flower girl, Virginia's little cousin; walked down the aisle, grinning quite happily as she threw rose petals in the green grass. The bridesmaids marched down the aisle wearing form-fitting lavender gowns. Their respective escorts were wearing tuxedos like Jonathan.
Then, the quartet started playing the wedding march, and all heads turned to Virginia. I breathe deeply. She never looked so beautiful before! Virginia was surrounded by a sea of shimmering satin with tiny seed pearls sewn over. She was truly breathtakingly beautiful. As she marched down the aisle, guests were murmuring appreciatively and Virginia smiled at them, acknowledging their compliments. Without a doubt, that dress she was wearing weighed 20 pounds, but she carried it well.
Jonathan took Virginia's hand and gazed at her admiringly. Yuck. There really should be a law stating that I would be the only person allowed to do that to Virginia… That damn sleazebag.
Then, the ceremony started. I don't want to bore you with the details of what happened, so I'll get back at you at the reception.
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I'm back! Did you miss me? Of course you did. I was born to be missed by the lot of you. I'm sitting in one of the tables, done eating and waiting for nothing in particular. The people in my table were Virginia's Gryffindor friends. I had no complaints sitting with them; we became rather close over the years. Three of these said friends were bridesmaids (Mandy, Karen, Katie), and the other four were just guests (Dianne, Valerie, Claire, Grace). I was staring at my glass of water, as if it was something that held a great treasure.
"So Malfoy," Mandy, one of the bridesmaids was saying, "What do you do nowadays?"
"I own a bakeshop." I reply, looking up at her.
"Really?" Dianne asked incredulously. "I never thought you were the kind of person who would venture into that business."
"Yes." I tell her. Dianne was pretty, but not as pretty as Virginia. She had long sandy-blond hair tied to a messy yet elegant bun, with a few ringlets framing her face. Among Virginia's friends, Dianne topped the pretty list. "It's pretty successful now."
"Where is it?" Mandy inquired, "I'd like to go there some time."
"It's in hogsmeade. One of the two bakeshops found there." I answer. I should probably describe our seating arrangement. In my right was Dianne, who was seated beside Mandy, who was seated beside Grace, who was seated beside Valerie, who was seated beside Claire, who was seated beside Karen, who was seated beside Katie, who was seated beside me. I look around. Shit. I'm the only guy here! What the hell was Virginia thinking assigning me to a table with no guys? I'm in desperate need of male companionship! Damn.
"You don't mean La Dragons, do you?" Karen questioned, her eyes suddenly lighting up.
"That's the one." I confirm. Karen was a close second when it came to looks. She had black hair cut pixie style, complimenting her dainty figure and pretty face.
"The cakes are so good there!" Grace exclaimed, a female sigh of delight escaping her lips. "It's my favorite bakeshop to go to!"
"Thanks." I drawl sarcastically, feigning a bored look. I cross my arms over my chest and lean back to the chair. "Glad to know people like the stuff there."
"Whose recipes are they?" inquired Claire, sipping her glass of ice water.
"Mine."
"You cook, Malfoy?" Mandy asked, skeptical. She arched an eyebrow at me.
"Yes." I reply, getting annoyed. "Why can't you people just accept that I own a bakeshop and that I bake?"
"Because," Katie began, then looking at Karen.
"You're Draco Malfoy." Karen, her twin, finished.
"And Draco Malfoy does not associate himself with those kind of things." Claire added with a flourish. I scowled. The females laughed. They were still laughing, and I was scowling by the time Virginia stopped by our table.
"Hey guys!" greeted Virginia. "Enjoying yourselves?"
"Yes!"
"Absolutely!"
"Uh-huh!"
"Yeah."
"Best reception I attended this year." Grace commented.
"Grace, this is the only reception you attended this year! Of course it would be the best!" Claire chided.
I roll my eyes at their antics. I stand up and peck Virginia in the cheek.
"Congrats." I say, grinning at her.
"Thanks!" Virginia replied cheerfully.
"Your husband?" I ask. It was more of a question than a statement.
"Over there, chatting with some of his old schoolmates." answered Virginia, pointing to a table quite far from us. Sure enough, Jonathan was there joking around with a couple of guys. I sit down. She shares a seat with Dianne. "What were you guys laughing about?"
"Malfoy!" Mandy told Virginia. She then started another round of giggles.
"He's so cute when he's annoyed!" exclaimed Valerie.
"I'm not cute!" I declared indignantly, crossing my arms again. I certainly was not! I'm not cute! I'm sexy! Drop-dead gorgeous! I'm anything but cute. To me, cute is for sissies. And Draco Malfoy is not a sissy.
"Yes, you are!" said Claire.
"No!" I insist, glaring at everyone.
"Yes!" The females chorused, and much to my utter horrification, Virginia was laughing along with them.
"You're so adorable, Draco!" exclaimed Virginia.
"You find me adorable, Virginia?" I questioned, aghast. My best friend thought I was adorable? Cute was enough, but really, did I have to be adorable in her eyes? Adorable is a word used to describe babies, little hellions who look like angels outside, and the way girls sleep after making love. It was not the term used to describe grown men, Malfoys, a star quidditch player, a walking temptation, and a heartthrob. Words to describe me would be sexy, gorgeous, handsome, and tempting. I'm not cute or adorable!
"I believe so, dearest best friend of mine!" Virginia said. "Better believe it!"
"That's it." I told them dramatically. I stand up. I made a move to leave. "I'm leaving."
Of course, I was just joking. They need not know what's going inside my head, right?
"Wait! Wait!" Dianne called out. I stop, smiling. I replace my smile with a grim line, glaring again. I turn around.
"What?"
"Did we say you were cute?" Mandy asked the ladies. They shook their head fervently in disagreement.
"We said you were sexy –" amended Karen.
" – drop-dead gorgeous – " supplied Katie.
" – very handsome – " rambled Claire.
" – with a to-die-for body – " continued Grace.
" – and with an awesome behind." finished Dianne.
My eyebrow rose up a notch at Dianne's comment. I smirk.
"I knew you would eventually see it from my point of view someday. I always thought all of you carried a small torch for me somewhere." I said arrogantly, taking a seat again. I smirk again. They all glare at me. Then, Mandy whispers something in Dianne and Grace's ears. They smile quite evilly at me. Grace passes on the message to Valerie. The process continues and soon, everyone was smiling smugly at me. I knew what was coming. Girl talk.
"Did you guys see those amazing bras at Victoria's Secret for Witches?" asked Mandy, an evil smile playing in her lips.
Oh no. Am I doomed? I groan loudly and bury my face in my hands. I think it's best to play along with them. I lift my head up from my hands.
"The ones that inflate themselves?" I question, smirking. I bloody knew what they were talking about. Hell, I'm not dense. Those underthings were advertised in every bloody page of The Daily Prophet! Plus, there were posters all over hogsmeade promoting those!
They all gaped at me.
"What?" I ask them, annoyed as hell.
"Are you gay, Malfoy?" Karen inquired, her eyes calculating.
"I'm certainly not gay!" I retort, "I'm straight and that's the way it's gonna be!"
They looked at be dubiously.
"I'm straight!" I claimed.
"Yeah, Draco's straight." Virginia second. I smile at her gratefully.
"See? And if I was gay, why do I fall for women?" I inquire reasonably. Oops. Did I just admit that I fell for somebody?
"Who did you fall for?" Virginia questioned, frowning at me.
"Uhm… someone… a girl…" I mumble, suddenly feeling all their eyes on me.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Virginia asked in a hurt voice. My heart ached.
"I was going to tell you, but I wasn't sure of my feelings." That was partly true, I was going to tell her waaay back in my sixth year, but I wasn't positive that I love her.
"Oh."
"I will tell you eventually." I assure her. That was true too. I'd tell her that I love her. Someday.
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A/N: Just so you guys know, thinking that Draco'll bore you with the wedding details were just an excuse for me not to write. Truthfully, I don't have a bloody idea how I could describe a wedding. I had fun writing the reception part *grins evilly*… that part proves that I LOVE to torment Draco… even if he is cute… and adorable…
Shoutouts next chapter!