Writing Prompt - To thee I wed

Lavender? Plum? Violet? They are all Purple!

"Granger, you home?" Draco called out as he exited the floo. Dusting off the excess soot he heads towards the bedroom to find Hermione lying on the bed with a towel over her eyes.

"Granger?" He asked a bit softer.

She moaned then quietly asked. "Can we please elope?" Draco let out a chuckle at the question.

"You know we cannot, Mother would have a fit." He replied.

"Please, I'll do anything." She said sitting up as Draco sat next to her on the bed. Noticing the sound of true distress in her voice. Draco reached over to hold Hermione in his arms.

"Tell me what happened." He said running his hand along her arm.

Hermione huffed. "It was awful, so many details. So many little nonsensical things that nobody would even care about. The fabrics, the flowers, the favors, cake, music, dresses, centerpieces. I could go on and on." Her voice had started to go shrill at the end. Draco just held Hermione and stroking her arm till she calmed once more.

"Did I mention the colors. Lavender? Plum? Violet? They are all Purple! She should just ask do I want purple, purpler or purplest! They are all the same … all the same! Please let's run away and get married. I love you but I may not survive your Mother and this wedding planning." Hermione made a final plea.

"Shhh… love, everything will be alright. You'll see. We will have our purplely wedding with 200 of our closest friends and family and as a reward a month away on honeymoon where it will be just us two." Draco said then kissing the top of Hermione's head.

"Make that 250 people that we hardly know yet have to entertain." She said sarcastically.

"Hhmm…" Was all Draco could say at the moment. They laid in bed quietly for a few, Draco was the first to break the silence. "I will teach you a trick to dealing with my Mother." Hermione perked up at this.

Draco took the opportunity to sit up and meet her quizzical look. "Always pick the second option." He said.

"What? What does that even mean…" She was cut off by Draco.

"When she is showing you options for things like the colors… pick the second one. That is the one that she likes the best. The other two or three are to make you think you have a choice but really she will always lead you to the second choice." He said.

"But..how…" Asked Hermione cut off again by Draco.

"If you choose option two she with clap her hands together and say 'Oh splendid' if you don't she will say 'If that is what you feel' which means she has to now work to get her way." Draco said with a smile as he saw Hermione's expression go from confusion to understanding.

"So I never really had a choice, she was just manipulating me. That's… that's so Slytherin!" Hermione concluded.

"That she is and if we elope she will never forgive us and if she does forgive she will never forget so we will be paying for that action for years to come." Draco said.

"Fine, I will owl Narcissa in the morning. Besides, a month long honeymoon is a wonderful reward. The two of us on a beach, book in hand…." She was cut off by Draco.

"Book… we are on our bloody honeymoon. There are no books allowed." He said.

"Oh well then what pray tell do you have in mind to keep us occupied they whole time?" Hermione flashed him a cheeky grin.

"Well my gorgeous fiancee, let me show you." He said rolling on top of Hermione placing a barrage of kisses as she squealed in delight.

The End

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