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Everything felt numb as she walked down an aisle she thought interminably extended forever...her steps remained graceful and her long, flowing, cascading white dress caught much attention..everyone admiring her captivating beauty..Yes they whispered...a perfect match, another couple softly slipped..She heard every little murmur. No one even sensed her apprehension. If she were in love, of course, her smile would undoubtedly grow wider...
the forced smile that lingered upon her rosy lips. She passed her parents who proudly
sat in the front row. She smiled a genuine smile for them, but still exposed the hint of disappointment as well. There..she finally got a good glimpse of him..her husband-to-be.
Not bad...however, nothing new..everyone spoke of his good looks...gossiped about his heavenly face..To her, he was just another guy...may be cause she wasn't too eager about marrying the man...yet..she studied his face...of course, there was no need for that..she had her whole life...or the 6 months preferably. Every line..every feature..his strong forehead, messy hair although it was well-tamed for the occassion...his furrowed eyebrows studying her as well..his lips...thin
and yet full...but his eyes struck her more than anything..his crystal blue eyes...like the ocean..calm and soothing. For some reason, she preferred that part of him more than ever..and found a mysterious sensation course through her body..she felt comforted...safe. Her trepidation subsided by just a little bit.
The music slowly subsided till the echoes of each note that spread throughout the large church ceased. The hoards of people grew quiet and placed their attention upon the perfect soon-to-be couple.
She stood beside her fiance and found him sweating like a pig that he almost glowed. She examined his fists, curled into tight balls, and knuckles slowly growing white. Was he just as nervous as she was? His jaw clenched and tried to smile at her..tried. It was kind
of cute thought she thought. Being a gentlemen, the stranger took her hand and led her to the altar. Harry almost choked on his breath as he stared at Hermoine long enough to steal a quick glance so as not to be such a horndog. He saw her uneasiness and felt sorry for
the innocent girl. She was just as frightened as he was. Maybe, even more. Trying his best to make her comfortable ,his warm hand reached for her cold ,small fingers and they soon separated their grip as they came face to face with the priest.
Everyone sat on their respected seats and soon the ceremony began..Oh how she dreaded this day...and the dreadful thoughts that wildly spun in her hectic mind..What if her parents were wrong? What if he was one of those selfish men who seemed sweet and turn out to be abusive husbands awaited in his presence for his place as her husband? Now wasn't the time...
"We are gathered her today to join these two in Holy Matrimony..." the priest traditionally began. However, Hermoine ignored his incessant talking. She wished for it all to be a nightmare that she would eventually wake up in her bed at home. Discerning her distressed thoughts and rapid movements, Harry Potter..."the" Harry Potter..charming, caring, and loving Harry tried to relieve her pressure. He carefully leaned his head over to ears...Once she heard his low voice she almost jumped.
The ceremony had just started and he picked the time to start talking now?
"Hi. I'm sure we haven't met personally. Actually, we haven't met at all. I'm Har-"
"Yes, I know exactly who you are Harry Potter." she snapped as she finally faced him. Consumed by resentment, she vaguely rejected his efforts but found it be of no avail. Smooth Potter...Harry cursed mentally. This marriage will definitely fail he thought.
"Oh. Well, obviously. What am I saying? We are going to be spending the rest of our lives together. It's ok. " Hermoine cringed at his words and he cursed himself once more. Persistent as always, Harry continued...
"That's ok though. I'll have you divorce me in six months. It's all good. I won't even lay a finger on you...afraid you might bite it off of course." He cunningly added, emphasizing on the last part enough to make Hermoine giggle softly. He couldn't help, but smile at her. He found it strange that it was contagious but didn't mind at all. Well, that was a start he thought...may be if he sustained long enough, she'd actually end up kissing him by the time it was over. Though, it was not his intention at all. It appeared more like a mocking and sarcastic speculation.
"You look um"...he cleared his throat."…great, despite the fact that you're appalled of me especially now that you're constantly fidgeting away from me." Hermoine thought that the bitterness had finally gotten to him, but she reconsidered.. what the hell..she might as well get off to a good start. She didn't want to start her honeymoon fighting.
"Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself. Indeed, I am a bit nervous..."
"Scared?" She was a bit taken aback by his straightforwardness. Although she couldn't deny the truth, she feebly nodded and agreed. Did he say it cause he felt the same way too?
"Very." Her voice almost broke and he could sense the fear in her eyes. She felt vulnerable. Reality gave her a big slap in the face. Hearing the strain in her voice, he could tell she was going to have a breakdown. How he wished this marriage never had been arranged. He knew this wasn't the life she dreamed of and at that moment, vowed to try to make her happy.
"Well, that's ok. I am too." He blindly scuffled for her hand, reaching it and feeling it's chilled aura. This time he took a good look at her. He squeezed her hand in hopes for reassurance and she rapidly turned her head to face him. She would've pulled away from his touch, but it was surprisingly inviting..almost home-like. Her mind eased at his words and found honesty in it. She liked the warmth replacing her exposed frozen extremity. Then she looked up into his eyes once more. Damn,...twice already...she screamed inside. It definitely wasn't love she knew for a fact, but it could be the start of a friendship. Her fears drowned in his eyes and actually didn't mind his frank spirit. In fact, if he hadn't uttered a word to her at all, she would've vomited right there and then. He patiently waited for her reaction...in panic of being slapped in front of the public. Instead, she held it and squeezed it tighter. For once, he saw her completely in the light enough to make out her facial features. She was gorgeous and imagined her looking even more stunning without the makeup. Her natural look appealed to him more. The deathly cold stare he received from her was now replaced with a soft smile...it almost made him believe it was a smile of acceptance...a smile of friendship...and even a smile for a promising future.
And they held hands throughout the entire ceremony...
It was the start….
