Red Roses
They rested clasped between her hands, trailing red and white ribbons and lace.
She had wanted white, yellow, pink, anything but red. He hadn't understood why. They had stood in the flower shop, suffocating in a sea of tulips and pansies and daisies, arguing. The shop owner had stood off to the corner, not knowing whether to intrude or not.
Why don't you want red? He'd asked, exasperated. It's a lovely color. The color of love and romance. Why not? She'd blushed and muttered something. He had taken that as her acceptance.
Which was why she had stood across from him, in front of a fat little Ministry wizard, she in white robes and he in black, the red roses in her hands.
What she hadn't told was that red wasn't a lovely color. It was the color of a fading handprint on a little girl's cheek. It was the color of blood dripping from Bella's hands after one of unexplained night jaunts. It was the color of a flower that Andi had treasured, a token of Ted's love.
She is twenty, and the roses are red.
As the dry voice of the Ministry wizard reaches her ears, and the ring, a band of pure gold, floods her vision, she looks at the roses and makes her choice.
a/n: I was trying to get a bit more of Narcissa in this time, trying to understand her a little more. Anyway, please review, because reviews make me smile...
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me. Its all the work of the great genius JK Rowling.