Lucius came into the room to survey his son.
"I'm so proud of you," he said, the grey eyes so much like his son getting watery.
Draco surveyed himself in the mirror. He knew Hermione would look beautiful...
Draco opened his mouth his mouth in shock.
It just came to him.
It wasn't Hermione he was going to marry.
It was Feridina.
SHE was the one he was going to wake up next to every morning.
SHE was the one he would have to tend to when she was sick.
SHE was the one he was giving that huge ring to (not that she appreciated it ..she had so many riches herself. She was so hard to impress. What was the use of being a Malfoy if you can't impress your own wife?)
SHE was the one who was going to have his son. A Malfoy.
SHE was the one he'd live with for the rest of his life.
SHE was the only woman he would ever kiss.
Draco's absorbed all this in and grew pale. He wasn't ready. He started to tremble. Marriage was much scarier than he thought.
Lucius didn't notice. He was too busy looking at his own reflection.
"You know son, marriage is a very funny thing. You never seem to get sick of your wife. Look at me," he said, chuckling. "I'm looking at myself in the mirror like an idiot, trying to impress Narcissa. We've been married for 18 years. I'm fourty one years old. And yet I love her like I did when we first met," his eyes starting getting dreamy.
Draco rolled his eyes. This was creepy, having his dad talk about his mom like this. But wasn't this how he should be feeling about Feridina? All he could think about was if she was going to the wedding or not, or where she was this moment.
Probably making out with Weasly.
Draco tried to ignore the stinging in his eye.
Men don't cry.
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Hermione was reading a book, her lips pursed. Today was the wedding.
She was really depressed inside.
But she knew it was for the best. He was never really hers anyway. She knew he would end up in some rich woman's embrace.
Well that didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore, it seemed.
Hermione was reading a book on goblin wars. Yes, Hermione tended to read VERY, VERY boring books. But in her eyes it was really suspenseful.
Hermione laughed at what Draco would say if he caught her reading the book. His expression filled with amusement when he say the title. It annoyed Hermione, but pleased her all the same.
Ron wasn't there. He was already at the ceremony. It was half an hour until the ceremony started, and it was a bright, blue beautiful day.
Who could ask for more? Fate had it.
Hermione twitched her lips and moved to the fiftieth page. It was getting really interesting, but Hermione couldn't concentrate on it. In a matter of thirty minutes he would be given away for ever.
Well, she shouldn't care.
Hermione turned a page in her book.
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"Do you think I look beautiful?" said Feridina, twirling her dress. "How do you think Draco will react?"
Narcissa smiled. "Honey, you look breath taking."
Feridina smiled at her. "I sure am glad to have you as a mother in law."
Anastasia cleared her throat. "Honey, put your shoes on," she said anxiously.
Feridina hastened to obey and took one more glance at the mirror. Today will be the day that he will be all hers! He would forever forget that filthy Hermione.