A Malfoy Wedding

The Wedding

You fiddled nervously with your engagement ring as you stood in one of the many guest rooms of Malfoy Manor. Your dress clung beautifully onto your curves and you had done your own makeup, wanting to give yourself something to take your mind off the nerves that was gnawing at your insides. Your natural hair was freshly washed and styled the day before.

Today was your wedding day.

The nerves that coursed through as you looked at the vast greenery of Manor that was illuminated by the setting English sun. You had multiple waves of nausea earlier that day, even vomiting twice. You knew you loved this man, but you were afraid of such a major commitment.

What if he left me?

What if he doesn't want to get married anymore?

What if I fall?

You took in a shaky breath as you tried your best to ease your anxiety. You knew Lucius wasn't totally fond of you, but Narcissa had showered both you and Draco with love and support. Lucius was not on board with his son being in an interracial relationship, even if you were Pure-blooded. But that didn't stop Draco from being charmed by you.

A soft smile formed on your full lips as you recalled how you started dating. 

Draco tried to insult you but fumbled his words every time, resulting to him always retreating when you came around. He wasn't going to let himself fall for you, he himself knew his father wouldn't approve. Draco wasn't scared of Lucius by any means, but he knew that his father always got his way. He would watch you in the hallways as you would gracefully walk past him. He noted how you would always smell of shea butter or mangoes. He had not told you at the time, but when he smelled his Amortentia, he could only smell you.

He quickly had to lie and say that he smelled Astoria, but it was you. It had always been you. He frowned slightly when he saw your smile falter as you heard who he had smelled. It shattered his heart when you walked past him that day in class and didn't even look his direction. His heart broke even more when he saw you kissing George Weasley in a dark corridor after dinner.

You drove him wild without even trying, making him melt as soon as your eyes would lock with each other. He couldn't deny the feelings he had for you. Draco was enthralled by the simple aura of you, forever blessed by simply knowing he was in your presence.

He was not going to waste any more time.

Draco watched as you sat in the courtyard at nightfall, the moonlight illuminating your brown skin. The cool breeze blowing through your coils, sweeping them up and away from your face as you stared up at the stars.

You knew that sneaking out to watch the night sky would more than likely earn you detention, but you needed the peace the pale moon brought you. You let out a sigh as you broke away from your longing stare at the night sky.

Even the moon now reminded you of him.

Normally, the moon and stars would help you clear your thoughts from your troubles, but now the moon was making you face the feelings you had in your heart. George wasn't a terrible lover, but the spats you two would have was enough to make you rethink your relationship with him. George respected you. Never laying a finger you or made you feel uncomfortable. But when you were kissing him or making love with him, it never felt right.