𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒽 | 𝒟.𝑀.

35 | ﴾ Bonnie & Clyde ﴿

Never before had I attended a wedding, let alone been part of the main party. After only watching weddings in old movies I was quite shocked when the ceremony seemed to drag endlessly. In my imagination of the process it only took about five minutes, but the pope continued going and going in a long winded and boring speech. I was arguably uneducated and quite restless.

Draco kept shooting me warning glares to stop fidgeting with my dress and hair. I was nearly thrown off guard by the way that his frosty eyes trailed across my body, and landed on my gaze possessively and commandingly. He stood across from me with vivid composure and maturity that I clearly lacked, bouncing on the spot like an impatient little devil.

I found myself imagining what our own wedding could have been like, considering that it was a memory he had never allowed me to watch when we did have access to the dungeons. We'd both been obliviated of any such recollection since then, with only our marital rings as proof of the occurrence. Draco had told me during the war that it was not a pleasant affair due to the presence of the dark lord, so perhaps it was for the best that the occasion had been universally erased.

After the ceremony an overwhelming crowd of people milled out towards the shiny silver tents set up before the lake, and I fanned my face from the heat of the castle and the jam packed current of flowing guests.

Out of the blue Seamus Finnigan weaved his way between the well dressed individuals, "Oi! Malfoy!" He was so short amongst the other men in our vicinity that Draco literally had to stop and search for the source of his name being called. Seamus appeared in a messy looking silvery suit with rosy cheeks and a large grin as people passing by shoved him on the spot, "Thenks for invitin' meh. Bloody nice not havin' to work today."

Draco inhaled slowly with his eyes fluttering closed, "Finnigan. Don't go around announcing that I gave you my plus one. It was a matter of courtesy given that Madeleine already had her own invitation." It was positively adorable that he had made a friend out of the little Gryffindor, even though he was clearly too proud to admit it. I found myself smiling between them in hilarity.

Draco tugged me hard to continue exiting the building and the Irish boy who was so fond of him followed us like a giddy puppy dog, "Hey, whatever yah say there Bonnie and Clyde. You look like a fekkin' stick of cotton candy, what's wit' this gig?"

I couldn't contain my laughter any longer, and it burst out of me like a fountain. Draco sneered between both of our snickering at his unusual garb, "Great, you've gone and started up Madeleine's hysterics."

Finally we made it outside where the congestion reduced as people wandered apart in the warm sunlight. The grass was unbelievably bright green, and scattered about were dozens of the beautiful potted cypresses and clusters of pink and blue flowery plants. The air was thick with aromatics, ranging from delicious food and beautiful floral scents.

Seamus completely ignored the snide response, patting at Draco's arm as he bobbed along without warrant, "'ey you know what I was thinkin' we could rap later, after a coupla doses of rum."

"What is your obsession with rum?" Draco snarled dismissively.

I leaned across him to face Seamus with burning curiosity, "Rap?"

Draco had stopped on the spot, peering around the jammed main tent. He was gripping my entwined hand far too tightly, as though if he held me with a normal intensity then I would run off like a frenzied toddler and get injured.

At the farthest end of the pavillion was a large table where much of the wedding party had already sat in their assigned seats and were picking at food. Slughorn was shouting obnoxiously in the center of the elegant celebration, swishing around alcohol in a crystal glass and splashing unfortunate souls nearby. A female violinist strummed beautifully on a corner podium with a long golden dress that wrapped around her ankles in a swirl.