A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #3 Culinary Arts - Task #2 - Farfalle:Write about someone getting dressed up for an important event

Writing Club February

The Fabulous World of Comics: 16 - (object) watch

Showtime: 9- The Deal - (item) Watch

Amber's Attic: 27 - Jane, Daria: (trait) sarcastic

Sophie's Shelf: 5. 'Here Comes the Bride' - in which the contestants must create bride and groom looks. Prompt: (scenario) Wedding

Lizzy's Loft: 10 - We thank you people for being around

Horned Serpent: 20 - (color) green

Lyric Alley: 21 - Hon we saw you hit the ceiling

Word Count: 607

Severus stood in front of the mirror staring at himself. His black hair was glossy and pulled back with an emerald green ribbon. His face was clean shaven. He toyed with the thin green tie around his neck. He wondered why he'd chosen so much green. Maybe another color would have been better. It was too late to change things now.

He made sure his black trousers and white button down shirt were immaculate. The silver cuff links on his shirt sparkled in the light. His black leather shoes were also nicely polished, nearly as shiny as the cuff links. Severus reached up and adjusted the tie again. This was the third time he'd tried to fix it. It still wasn't just right.

"Severus, touch that thing one more time and I'll strangle you with it," Lucius drawled from the corner. He was Severus' best man. He had also been ordered to be there by Hermione to keep an eye on Severus. Apparently, she had a feeling Severus was going to panic and leave her standing at the alter.

"I doubt Hermione would approve of you murdering me on our wedding day," Severus muttered, reaching towards the tie again. It still wasn't quite straight in his eyes. Lucius sighed, pulled out his wand and magically straightened it. Severus stared at it. Why hadn't he thought of doing that? He decided to blame his nerves.

"There, now quit worrying about it. It's straight. Your shoes do not need to be polished again, you look absolutely stunning, if I liked you like that. I don't," Lucius made sure to clarify. Severus ignored him. This wasn't the first time he was fairly certain Lucius was actually interested in him as more than a friend. Severus only had eyes for Hermione though.

"I am not questioning your sexuality, Lucius. All I want is to look my best for Hermione," he explained as if it were the most obvious thing on Earth.

"And you do. Now, can you stop stressing about how perfect you look, that's my thing anyway."

Severus rolled his eyes. Yes, Lucius was impeccable at dressing and having shiny perfect hair, but Hermione wasn't marrying Lucius. She was marrying him. That thought terrified and excited him. What could she possibly see him? What if this was all some elaborate prank? He wondered if it was too late to back out of this. Lucius watched Severus begin to panic, sighed and went and stood in front of the window.

"She loves you, Sev. I don't know why, but she does. Now quit freaking out before I'm forced to give you a calming draught. Hermione has me under strict orders to not let you run. And frankly, I'm a bit more terrified of her than you," Lucius stated. Severus couldn't help but smile. The idea of Hermione threatening Lucius, actually intimidating him was part of the reason he loved her.

"You're right, Lucius. The tie is straight," he agreed, walking to the door. He could hear the music beginning. He pulled a pewter pocket watch from his pocket and clicked it open. He glanced at the time and nodded. "Let's go take our places, I honestly can't wait to see her in that dress," Severus stated.

"Or out of it," Lucius muttered, nearly rolling his eyes. Severus smirked, pretended to ignore Lucius as the pair walked into the chapel and took their places.