In which a girl and boy find themselves in a marriage. Who will find themselves saying the four letter 'L' word first...?
Based on my One-shot | 'Arranged' (parts 1 and 2). Don't have to have already read.
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[Regulus Black x OC]
All rights and cre...
The holidays were finally here. I'd have to face him soon or later. Him, being the one and only Regulus Black; my future husband. Fortunately I managed to avoid him after receiving the news while attending Hogwarts for my final year, despite being in Slytherin with him. We were never friends so to say, but neither were we enemies. Simply... acquaintances.
School was officially done and my wishes to work would remain wishes, because I was destined to be a Pureblood house wife. I didn't want this to be my life. But who was I to stop this marriage from occurring - I was simply the bride. All I had to do was show up, smile, look gorgeous in a dress, and say the traditional vows. And after that, my life with a man I did not love would begin.
Currently, I had locked myself in my room, completely unwilling to be in a room with either of my parents - or my brothers for that matter. My father would demand I stop sulking and accept this, while my mother (who I believe secretly planned this) would say I should be grateful to 'marry such a handsome, well-bred man'. I don't think Regulus counts as a man yet.
Then there were my brothers. Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange. The former had married the wild Bellatrix Black, yet we still needed another connection. Hence, my upcoming marriage. The latter, well, my father couldn't organise a marriage as such for a son, so it was up to Rabastan who he married, and when. Lucky.
The only person who was on my side, was my best friend; Emma Vanity. She's an untamed beauty with a love for Quidditch, and a fellow pureblood girl. Being the first person I told, she was my shoulder to cry on, and the ears that listened when I ranted. I had thought I'd gotten out of being married, as a few years prior, Sirius Black ran away. I believe my mother had her eyes on him for me, but he was a lost cause.
I sighed, collapsing on my bed. If only had a say in my own life...
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It was here.
After anxiously waiting for it to pass - and not happen - it had arrived. And I was not ready. Looking in the mirror, I didn't see myself. I saw a stranger looking back at me, a stranger with the same eyes as me. That was the only similarity.
I was brought out of my thoughts at my mother placing silver snake pins in my hair. I felt myself gulp at the thought; Nagini. Voldemort. Hopefully they wouldn't be attending the wedding. Gathering my remaining nerves, I decided to ask.
"Mother," she hummed, looking down my body for any imperfections, "the Dark Lord won't be coming to the wedding... Will he?"
She chuckled lightly, looking at me through the mirror, "No sweetheart. He's busy." I nodded, my inner self cheering with joy.
"Now, look at yourself. You're beautiful!" She smiled, standing back.
The person in the mirror was beautiful, I couldn't deny that. But it wasn't me.
She wore white heels, and a dress with a plunging neckline, held up by ever so thin straps. The lace sections covering my breasts were outlined by mesh, the skirt flowing out into a wide ballgown, draping on the ground and flowing behind you. The dress left nothing to the imagination.
The world went by as my mother placed my veil on my head, and guided me downstairs. As soon as I touched the ground floor my father offered me his arm. I saw my mother eagerly await what was behind the doors, and my father cleared his throat, waiting for me. Taking deep breaths, I took his arm silently, begging my legs would simply keep me standing.
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