Title: The Choice
Word Count: 494
Rating: PG (I guess, maybe G)
Other Characters/ship: none
Warnings: none
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The Choice
He sat in the corner watching as the women attended her. No matter how close her got to her, he would always be an observer when it came to this. He could offer no real help for this task. She knew what she wanted, he was just there in case she needed him.
She turned around completely in front of the mirror, then stared at her reflection, unsure of the decision. "No." He heard her say from where he sat. "It's just not right."
He smiled to himself and continued to gaze at the witch before him. She had grown into an extraordinarily beautiful woman. And he would be forever grateful that she was his.
A little while later, the women came at her again with another offering. She took it and held it against her. Then immediately gave it back to them. "Not this one either." Malfoy watched with an inner pride. He had to admire the witch standing in front of him. She wouldn't be forced into something she clearly didn't want.
Again, the women came at her, declaring that there must be something that would suit her. She'd tried one, then another and another. At last, she looked over her shoulder in his direction. Her eyes pleading with his, from where she stood. He didn't say a word, just slightly shook his head. No.
With a tired sigh she told them, "no. Not this one either."
After two hours of this back and forth, he'd just about had enough.
While all the women were fussing, he got up and looked at all the choices that surrounded him. 'So many to choose from. No wonder it was taking so long.' And then he saw it. Hidden away, almost forgotten. It was perfect. He handed it to her saying, "This is the one Granger, trust me."
She didn't think twice, just took what he gave her and swept all the other options away. In moments, she was back in front of the mirror. He could not describe in words just how amazing she looked. The shade of white was magnificent on her. He came to stand behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"You look wonderful Mrs. Malfoy."
"Not Mrs. Malfoy yet, Draco…not for another month."
"Looking at you like this, I wish our wedding was tomorrow. I told you this dress was perfect."
Hermione turned in his arms to face him. With a sly smile she said, "It is. I should've had you pick my gown months ago." She kissed him sweetly on the lips. "But Draco, our time in front of a mirror is not over for today."
He pulled her closer and whispered, "as long as I'm spending time with you, it doesn't matter where we are." Then bent and kissed her long and soft. "I love you, Granger."
"I love you too, Malfoy…now pick a new set of dress robes so we can get out of here."