Choices
He kept still in bed for a few minuets thinking. Then he sat up and stared at the clock before getting out of bed and going to his bathroom; showering and cleaning himself, he prepared himself for the day. Today was his wedding. Today he was going to commit himself to a beautiful woman for the rest of his life, today he was prepared.
Walking down the steps he recalled a dream, a specific dream, he remembered bumping into a girl on the Hogwarts express' return trip, he would always regret it never happened, but he still had the present to live. The past he could not change.
He picked up the ring boxes, and went thorough what he had to-do today. Straitening himself, and putting the rings in his pocket he exited his room and went to see his mother and eat breakfast.
Their greetings were quite and reserved as usual. She smiled at him with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. She'd never come out and said she disapproved, she never thought he'd actually go through with it. No matter how many happy facades she put up, she couldn't bring herself to be happy for him. Now all she could do is accept his decision and support him.
He sat down and ate his breakfast, mechanically, he looked nervous. But he wasn't, he was just quiet. No mental preparation was needed, no cold feet today.
He arrived on time, and let people dress him and guide him to where he was to stand. Then he waited, waited for the room to fill up, waited for the music to start, and the doors to open, and then he looked up at his bride, no one could say she wasn't one of the most beautiful women in the world, because she was, and finally he stopped waiting. He looked at her in appreciation, and she smiled up at him slightly. He smiled back at her, they were getting married.
Meeting him at the alter he took her hand. They'd already bonded themselves to each other as of that moment. They said the words, repeated vows and exchanged rings. It was a beautiful ceremony and now they were forever tied.
Walking in was a single man, walking out with the world's biggest commitment. They got into their car together, to drive to a venue where the reception was to be held. They drove through London. He looked out his window and watched people, his wife looking out the other, both of them remembering of a time before this day. And they passed a familiar looking restaurant, a café to be precise. He looked at it intently. Remembering the moment he'd met the love of his life, the time they spent in their together, warming to each other, and finally parting from the shop with a bond of friendship between then, the promise of much more to come.
His wife and himself arrived, the place was extravagant and wonderful, they entered side by side and went to sit at the head table together, his best friend beside him, her father by her, and his mother next to his friend. Passing by his mother to his seat he dropped his head to kiss her cheek.
"I'm a married man now Mother."
"I know Draco" she said lowly, "I only wished it could have been someone different."
He looked at her for a few moments.
"You knew I could not do that." And he let his lips brush across her cheek. And walked on to his own seat and sat down.
They ate and chattered here and there, people were milling around, socializing. And he sat and watched it all.
He did what he had to do, he couldn't have not, no matter if his mother felt he should have found another. This is where his place was, his name, his wife, and his future.
The band began and he stood up and asked his wife to their first dance.
"We're married Draco." She said smiling at him slightly. She was entirely too beautiful, but all he could see were her brown eyes, and looking back at her he saw red.
Shaking his head slightly he smiled back slightly.
"We are Pansy." and they danced.
