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 doors opened. The mass of people could be seen. My heart thumped rapidly in my chest. My father led me up the aisle, and all of me wished this were a nightmare. It wasn't. My eyes brushed over Emma, my maid of honour, and other bridesmaids such as Narcissa Malfoy (nee Black a while ago), Bellatrix Lestrange, and Eva Parkinson. At least they were dressed decently in something that covered them - unlike me.
At the end of the aisle, awaiting me with perfect posture was the officiator, and him. His family-genetic grey eyes were focused on me. I fought to urge to shiver as they seemingly peered into my soul. It was like greeting the devil. One thing was certain though; the devil had not looked so goddamn good...
A sharp jaw, high cheekbones, and a slim build paired with fair skin; together it was complemented by the black tux he wore. The only thing that could be improved was the hair. It was too slicked back to the point it looked completely unnatural.
My eyes left his as my father kissed my cheek, turning to Regulus and giving him a nod. The man I was to marry nodded in response, and took my hands; as offered by my father. They were cold. Like ice. As cringe as it sounds, mine fit perfectly in his. They loosely supported my fingers from beneath, yet grasped them in a subtle warning, as if to silently say, 'don't let go'.
The ceremony past relatively quickly, and with saying the traditional vows, a ring was slid on my fourth finger. The finger I'd kept open for someone I loved. The ring was gorgeous though, a simple intertwining of thin bands with a shimmering diamond on top. Regulus slid it on gently, and when I did the same for him, I felt myself quite literally sealing my fate. Forever.
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Everything was nearly done, with one final part left to do. The part I'd dreaded. The kiss.
Our eyes met, as if challenging each other to make the first move. Gentlemanly, he made the first move. His hand cupped my cheek lightly, the other on my waist. I saw his gaze drift over my lips, before he lent down. When his surprisingly soft lips met mine, my body lit up in reaction, eyelids falling shut. I felt myself fall into him, hands resting on his chest. My head tilted up, relishing what I had, yet wanting more. Then I realised what I was doing.
I pulled back, the warmth in my body leaving fast, not meeting his gaze. The claps and whistles were noiseless as I subconsciously let him lead me down the aisle. He moved eagerly, as if waiting for the time when nobody could see him, yet paced himself for appearances sake.
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At the reception, I kept being approached. Was it so much to ask for to become invisible? When I saw a gap in the crowds, I took it. Creeping out to get some breathing space, the peace and quiet embraced me. I sat down on the closest window seat, legs at my chest and head against the wall. The moon glistened over the grounds, lighting up only some parts of it, leaving the rest in darkness. Similar to my future.
Suddenly, in the reflection of the glass I saw someone. I turned my head, met by the unwelcome sight of Peter Parkinson, someone just as annoying as his sister, Eva. He was a fellow Slytherin during my time at Hogwarts, and three years older than me, with a muscular build from being beater for the house Quidditch team.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" His masculine voice joked. I felt myself try to shrink, but I wouldn't allow it. I would not appear as weak.
"Without your husband here, I might just have my way with you. If only I'd been the one to have married you." He continued, then spiting, "Unfortunately Regulus Black was chosen instead."
He slowly approached me, an arm caging me against the window. My heart beat quickened. His breath ghosted over my neck, and I attempted to escape the uncomfortable position I found myself in. Before he could touch me, a sharp voice cut through the air, making it tense.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you Parkinson."
I felt myself breath a small sigh of relief. Regulus was lent against the wall, arms crossed, jaw tightened, and eyes looking murderous.
"And why not, Black?" Peter palled back, facing him.
"Because Parkinson," Regulus retaliated walking closer "that woman you were about to kiss is now my wife. And as such, is under my protection. Unless you'd like to cross wands with me, I strongly advise that you walk away from this. Not saying a word about this unfortunate matter."
"What if the rumour was that Rosie here approached me? I don't think that would favour your reputation, would it Black?" He smirked. I couldn't believe the ends her would go to save himself. It was disgusting.
"I don't care what you think. And every respected Pureblood knows that Rosie here, would never dare to do as such due to being a married woman. Now scuttle along, or your family name will be dragged through the mud, and you won't be able to sleep at night without worrying it might be your last." He finished, now nose to nose with Peter.
Despite being three years his senior, Peter gulped and hurried away. Satisfaction was visible in Regulus's eyes. It was evident that the Black's carried more status than the Parkinson's.
"Thank you. You didn't... have to do that" You told him gratefully.
"Your welcome. But you're wrong." My eyebrows furrowed at his words, "I did. He wasn't just going to walk away without getting what he wanted." He responded before turning to walk away as well.
