Daphne: This chapter is short, but sweet. I hope you like it! Please
R&R!!!!
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To Be A Malfoy
by: Daphne Li
Chapter 5.
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I stood nervously in front of the mirror, straightening my tie for the umpteenth time that morning. I was wearing a black muggle tuxedo, and I was beginning to hate it. But just for today, I would deal with it. Why, you ask?
Because I'm getting married.
To the love of my life.
In less than twenty minutes.
"Draco, calm down." Harry murmured comfortingly, putting a hand on my shoulder. In the mirror, I could see Stephen rolling his eyes behind me. I felt a familiar snide remark enter my throat.
"What, and you weren't nervous on your wedding day?" I asked sarcastically. Both men lost their smiles and blushed a little, causing me to grin.
"I take that back. Panic all you want." Stephen called, patting me on the back. I rolled my eyes at him, this time.
"That's so reassuring, oh-future-cousin-in-law." I snapped back, turning back to look at myself one last time.
This was it.
"Draco, it's time." Harry murmured, putting a hand on my shoulder. I felt my nervousness increase tenfold, as I turned around and nodded.
Moments later, I was at the head of the church, standing beside the preacher with Stephen on my other side. Rachael was coming slowly up the isle, her cloud-blue dress setting off her black hair perfectly. She winked at me slowly, then turned to stare up at Stephen. I felt my tie become tighter around my neck as I began to sweat.
Then she was there.
She stood for a moment, in the doorway, leaning on her father's arm. Her white dress clung to her upper body lovingly, then flowed outwards at the skirt and fell to the floor in a long train. Her cloudy-white veil was pulled over her face, but I could have sworn that I saw her blue eyes gazing up at me as she walked down the isle towards us. Her father was shooting me proud looks, and I realized that I had finally been accepted by the man who would be my father-in-law. Thank the Lord!
When they reached the end of the isle, she leaned over and kissed him, then allowed her father to place her hand in mine.
This was it.
This was the time.
My past was forever behind me.
My future was standing beside me.
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"GOODBYE!"
"Congratulations!"
"Have a good time!"
"I love you, honey!"
"Write lots!"
"Bye, Malfoy! Take care of her!"
"Bye Draco!"
These last words, said by Harry Potter himself, stayed in my mind as the limo pulled away from the curb. It was all a blur, what had just happened. I was now a married man. And to a muggle woman, at that! A wonderful, amazing, woman who loved me for who I was, and not for who I had been. God, I loved her!
"Draco?" Came my Kaitlynn's soft voice, as her white-gloved hand covered mine. I tore myself away from my thoughts, and placed my other hand over hers, smiling down at her.
"What, love?"
"You seem miles away. What are you thinking about?" She asked gently, her eyes boring into mine. I smiled, taking her all in. We were still in our wedding garb, and that pesky veil still draped down from her hair, making her look even more angelic. I stared at her for a few moments, before answering.
"You."
She smiled, and rested her head on my shoulder.
"I love you, Dragon. Don't you ever forget that. I'll love you forever." She whispered, looking up into my face. I smiled, pulling her closer to me.
"Forever seems too short." Was all I could say. She laughed softly and looked out the window at the passing scenery.
"Draco.....have you ever thought about....." She trailed off, her voice wavering slightly. I frowned, hoping that I hadn't upset her.
"Thought about what, love?"
"About children. Do you ever want any?" She asked sweetly, gazing anxiously into my face. Her question surprised me, then I willed myself to relax and think it over.
"Why do you ask?"
"You once told me that you didn't want children, at least, after your experiences." She whispered, her face looking desperate. I felt a slight panic fill me, but then the image of me holding a tiny bundle of blankets filled my mind. My heart calmed and I felt my head clear. Perhaps.....I did.....
"I think I would like to, someday. It would take a lot of adjustment, but I think I could handle it." I said teasingly. Her face lit up.
"How many?" She asked, smiling brightly. I raised an eyebrow.
"How many do you want?"
"At least four." Was her answer. I nearly fell out of my seat.
"Three, at max!" I laughed, feeling my heart lighten even more. She giggled.
"Nope. Four. Or five.....maybe even six....."
I stopped her words with a kiss that lasted the rest of the way to the Apparation building.
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To Be A Malfoy
by: Daphne Li
Chapter 5.
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I stood nervously in front of the mirror, straightening my tie for the umpteenth time that morning. I was wearing a black muggle tuxedo, and I was beginning to hate it. But just for today, I would deal with it. Why, you ask?
Because I'm getting married.
To the love of my life.
In less than twenty minutes.
"Draco, calm down." Harry murmured comfortingly, putting a hand on my shoulder. In the mirror, I could see Stephen rolling his eyes behind me. I felt a familiar snide remark enter my throat.
"What, and you weren't nervous on your wedding day?" I asked sarcastically. Both men lost their smiles and blushed a little, causing me to grin.
"I take that back. Panic all you want." Stephen called, patting me on the back. I rolled my eyes at him, this time.
"That's so reassuring, oh-future-cousin-in-law." I snapped back, turning back to look at myself one last time.
This was it.
"Draco, it's time." Harry murmured, putting a hand on my shoulder. I felt my nervousness increase tenfold, as I turned around and nodded.
Moments later, I was at the head of the church, standing beside the preacher with Stephen on my other side. Rachael was coming slowly up the isle, her cloud-blue dress setting off her black hair perfectly. She winked at me slowly, then turned to stare up at Stephen. I felt my tie become tighter around my neck as I began to sweat.
Then she was there.
She stood for a moment, in the doorway, leaning on her father's arm. Her white dress clung to her upper body lovingly, then flowed outwards at the skirt and fell to the floor in a long train. Her cloudy-white veil was pulled over her face, but I could have sworn that I saw her blue eyes gazing up at me as she walked down the isle towards us. Her father was shooting me proud looks, and I realized that I had finally been accepted by the man who would be my father-in-law. Thank the Lord!
When they reached the end of the isle, she leaned over and kissed him, then allowed her father to place her hand in mine.
This was it.
This was the time.
My past was forever behind me.
My future was standing beside me.
~*~*~*~
"GOODBYE!"
"Congratulations!"
"Have a good time!"
"I love you, honey!"
"Write lots!"
"Bye, Malfoy! Take care of her!"
"Bye Draco!"
These last words, said by Harry Potter himself, stayed in my mind as the limo pulled away from the curb. It was all a blur, what had just happened. I was now a married man. And to a muggle woman, at that! A wonderful, amazing, woman who loved me for who I was, and not for who I had been. God, I loved her!
"Draco?" Came my Kaitlynn's soft voice, as her white-gloved hand covered mine. I tore myself away from my thoughts, and placed my other hand over hers, smiling down at her.
"What, love?"
"You seem miles away. What are you thinking about?" She asked gently, her eyes boring into mine. I smiled, taking her all in. We were still in our wedding garb, and that pesky veil still draped down from her hair, making her look even more angelic. I stared at her for a few moments, before answering.
"You."
She smiled, and rested her head on my shoulder.
"I love you, Dragon. Don't you ever forget that. I'll love you forever." She whispered, looking up into my face. I smiled, pulling her closer to me.
"Forever seems too short." Was all I could say. She laughed softly and looked out the window at the passing scenery.
"Draco.....have you ever thought about....." She trailed off, her voice wavering slightly. I frowned, hoping that I hadn't upset her.
"Thought about what, love?"
"About children. Do you ever want any?" She asked sweetly, gazing anxiously into my face. Her question surprised me, then I willed myself to relax and think it over.
"Why do you ask?"
"You once told me that you didn't want children, at least, after your experiences." She whispered, her face looking desperate. I felt a slight panic fill me, but then the image of me holding a tiny bundle of blankets filled my mind. My heart calmed and I felt my head clear. Perhaps.....I did.....
"I think I would like to, someday. It would take a lot of adjustment, but I think I could handle it." I said teasingly. Her face lit up.
"How many?" She asked, smiling brightly. I raised an eyebrow.
"How many do you want?"
"At least four." Was her answer. I nearly fell out of my seat.
"Three, at max!" I laughed, feeling my heart lighten even more. She giggled.
"Nope. Four. Or five.....maybe even six....."
I stopped her words with a kiss that lasted the rest of the way to the Apparation building.
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