A/N: This is my first fanfic, so please forgive any grammar or spelling mistakes. Reviews and constructive criticism are welcome and appreciated!
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all characters you recognize.
The two friends stood outside a chapel, both of them furious at one another. The taller girl was shaking with anger, the younger, who was dressed in a long white dress, was in tears.
"But why him, Cissy?!" The taller one demanded.
"I told you, my parents-"
"But you don't love him! You always said that if you couldn't marry for love, you at least wanted him to be kind, and here you are!" Ella Fawley's voice wavered, her feelings of unhappiness overcoming her rage. "You promised, Cissy, that you wouldn't let your parents control you, and yet here you are!"
"Look, if you won't support me in my marriage, if you can't be happy for me, then you can just leave."
"I can't be happy when I know you're not! I'm not leaving, we both know you don't love him, this isn't what you want!"
"Are you implying that my parents don't-" Narcissa didn't finish her sentence. She didn't need to.
"Yes, that is what I'm implying. You actually think that your parents could love you but still marry you off to that snob? They don't care about your future as long as some pureblood knocks you up."
Narcissa looked at her friend, disbelieving, and the two stared at each other. Finally, Ella broke the silence.
"Fine, I'm going. Never thought you'd choose some pureblood prick over your best friend."
The girl stormed off, and Narcissa, composing herself, went back into the church, preparing to be wedded to the man she would never love.
