Hello everyone! Hola a todos! Just a little one shot that popped into my head; I love the angst haha. Do we like it? Do we love it? Do we hate it? Let me know! :)

Silver eyes watched as the witch before him tugged on the white fabric of her dress. Her wedding dress. It was quite pretty, but not her style. Simple and plain, the white gown was straight and long, the headdress adding volume to her already riotous curls. The wizard always assumed she would wear an amalgamation of the muggle fashion trends and the witches' one; something that would shine with her, not dull her full figure and clash with her hair. He watched her as she displayed her unease in the gown - at the unease of the situation she had placed her in. He couldn't help but to clench his hands on his broom stick, silent in the air as he peeked in. He despised how she looked, but still found her radiant. He stayed still, not wanting anyone to notice his disillusionment charm that he casted to pry into the witch's last moment before she walked down the aisle.

He watched as she smiled and laughed with her friends - her family - that came to congratulate her before she walked into a marriage. He was almost tempted to leave without saying a word until she closed the door, finally having a moment alone, and silently crying at her reflection. They weren't happy tears, he knew that much as her face tried to remain neutral to not mess up anymore of her makeup. The makeup that she wore to cover up the bags she had and how her brown skin seemed so lackluster the past couple of weeks. He never could bear to see her cry. Swooping into a closed window was a tricky charm, but he appeared before her. He silently thank the gods that there was no serious protection wards at the place she was at. She jolted in shock, whipping around to turn to face him and not their reflections. Her honey eyes widened at the platinum blond behind her. His heart was at his throat but he schooled his body to reflect nothing. Her lips opened but before she could say anything, he beat her to it.

"Don't marry him, Granger."

His voice was rough, unused by the hours of watching her get ready outside. Her eyes glistened with more tears as she shook her head; the stupid headdress ruffling and tinkling softly with the movement.

"I have to, Draco."

He knew she would deny him, but he couldn't help to wish she hadn't. He let his eyes drop from her face, focusing on the beads accumulated at the middle of her dress. There were pearls wrapping around her, but instead of thinking how pretty the design was, all he could think of was how tacky the fake gems were. The last strand of hope and patience and everything he thought was good about himself broke in the disagreeable, uniformed room. It was all Draco had now. He kept one hand hidden in his trousers pocket, clenched as the other held onto his wand now. Silently, he summoned his broom again. He ignored how she watched him.

"I'll send a wedding present by mail - I know you'll need it."

He said with a smirk and turned around. He caught a glimpse of her mouth widening and her eyes slitting into a , he thought, at least he could still get a reaction from her.

"Oh and Granger."

He said, cocking his head to the side to view her from his peripheral. His outgrown hair tickled his eyelashes. It didn't hurt so much this way, to only see her from such an angle. He watched as her hands trembled and then clenched together.

"Astoria sends her blessings."