The sky was unusually sunny and warm for that time of the year. December was most accustomed with hot chocolate and fleece; not the chirping of birds and the blooming of cherry blossoms.
But this was a magical wedding.
Everything was enchanted. Everything was fake. The last minute preparations were taking place in the church as Draco Malfoy took a seat at the last pew. Though he was sitting by the isle, shadows hid him sufficiently.
He cursed himself silently, having had promised himself that he wouldn't come. It would just be harder on him in the end.
You really are a piece of work Draco Malfoy, he chided himself.
He ran a hair through his tousled hair, an attempt at a more presentable appearance. In all reality he didn't know what he was doing here. Would he chime in with a dramatic 'I object?' Or perhaps give an emotional speech of his undying love. No. He wouldn't ruin the happiest day of her life even if it were his worst.
Despite popular believe, he wasn't that selfish. Not when it came to her.
He would just be there in case she changed her mind. Draco pulled the hood of his cloak over his hair once other guests began filing in. Soon the little muggle church was alive with excited whispers.
"They look absolutely perfect together," whispered a woman. "And after all that they've been through, they deserve this."
He tried to ignore her. He bit back the urge to tell her that what she deserved was him, and nothing less. Especially not Weasley. A silence took over the eager procession as a flower girl made her way down the aisle; throwing cherry blossoms in her wake.
"Isn't she just lovely? She reminds me of my Violet."
Instantly Draco realized that this woman was going to be a problem. He pulled a hip flask from his robes; taking a long drink from it.
"Oh dear, are you drinking in church? How awful."
"Yes, and if you say anything more you insufferable hag, I'll display that poor excuse of a wig on a flag pole for everyone to see. Understood?"
The woman looked utterly horrified; quickly nodding and looking away. He couldn't help but smile a crooked smile. He still had some Slitheryn in him after all. A bright eyed Ginny Weasley made her way down the aisle, accompanied by her fiancé, Harry Potter. They were no doubt the Maid of Honor and the Best Man. Draco couldn't help but swallow hard. Although he hadn't been to many weddings, he knew that the moment was drawing near.
Short chapter, I know. I'm already working on the next one though. Hope you enjoyed. ;)