Lumos: 12 years of Stories

Chapter Two: Draco and Astoria

Malfoy Manor
Wiltshire, England
Date: Saturday 5th of March, 2022

"Shut up, Vicki,"
~ The Malfoy Family

"Wow, you cleaned up nicely. Your tie is a little crooked,"

Draco Malfoy rolled his gray eyes, "Well, could you help me out, sister dear? Or are you going to make me look like an imbecile walking to the altar?"

"With that attitude and pleasantry, imbecile. If you ask nicely, yes, I will help you out, brother dear," Jenna mocked him and placed her hands on her hips. She narrowed her dark eyes, challenging him to say something more.

"I can't believe I chose you over Elliot to be my best man," he mumbled whilst poorly attempting to fix his tie himself.

Giving in, Jenna walked over and turned him so she could see the tie better. Her small hands pulled and yanked, undoing the terrible not he had made from the silk.

"My goodness, who taught you how to do this? A blind man?" She asked, straightening the tie to where it should be. "Also, you made the right choice. However, your mother is going to have a cow when she sees that I'm not wearing a dress,"

"Why is she my mother when you do something wrong?"

"Because we both know she doesn't claim us when we go against her," Jenna arched her eyebrow and waited for him to disagree. Draco is the biggest mama's boy she's ever seen. Yet, no argument came; he knew his sister was right.

"Children!" Narcissa's voice called out to them.

"Speak of the devil," Draco smirked. The door swung open and a frantic-looking Narcissa Malfoy stepped in with Lucius following slowly behind.

"And she shall appear," Jenna finished, taking a seat on the chaise lounge. Narcissa's eyes darted to her son first.

"My, my, you look as dashing as ever," She placed a kiss on his cheek and smiled.

"Mother, there better not be a print on my cheek," He groaned, rubbing his face furiously.

Narcissa smiled and looked over to her daughter, "What in Merlin's name are you wearing?"

"Not a dress," Lucius clarified, taking a seat next to his daughter and handing her a fire whiskey. If she was going to stand with the men, she should act like one.

"It's a jumpsuit. It's elegant mother, made of silk and everything. I didn't want to be the only one on Draco's side wearing a dress," Jenna complained.

"Whatever," Her mother rubbed her temples. "as long as you're wearing heals,"

  Paying no attention to her mother, Jenna and Lucius clinked their glasses together and sipped the whiskey. Her silk, champagne-colored one-piece fit rather nicely. The halter style accentuated her breasts in a way that only Brooks would appreciate and tied in a neat bow behind her neck.

"Stop sitting there drinking and go help your sister-in-law. She's about to have a breakdown. It would simply kill me to allow people to see it," she took her daughter by the shoulders and steered her out of the room.

"Why is she freaking out? You're using magic to get ready, are you not?" Jenna shrugged out of Narcissa's strong hold and walked beside her.