Tales from the Subconscious (A Compilation of Short Stories)

Unspoken Truths at the Wedding Altar

The antique mirror, an exquisite relic of the past, was a masterpiece in itself, displaying every intricate detail of the room's grandeur. Its ornate frame, a work of art in its own right, was adorned with intricate scrollwork that seemed to have been meticulously crafted by the finest artisans of a bygone era. Gilded edges glinted in the soft, filtered light, casting a warm, inviting aura that beckoned to those who dared to gaze into its depths. The mirror's glass, aged to perfection, held a hint of mystique, as though it had witnessed centuries of secrets and whispered conversations.

In the mirror's reflective surface, the dim chandelier overhead cast flickering shadows that danced ominously across my reflection. The chandelier itself, a majestic centerpiece of the room, was an intricate masterpiece of crystal and gold, its delicate crystals refracting the light in a mesmerizing play of prismatic colors. Yet, on this day, it seemed to serve as a harbinger of uncertainty, its soft glow casting an eerie and ethereal ambiance.

"Violett," Harry's voice, like a lifeline, broke through my contemplation as he gently pushed open the heavy oak door to my room. His presence was a comforting interruption, a reassuring beacon amidst the looming shadows. The warm, golden light from the hallway spilled into the room, bathing the mirror in a soft, welcoming radiance.

"They've announced that the wedding will take place in a few minutes, are you ready?" he inquired, his concern evident as he stepped further into the room. His eyes, the color of a summer sky, met mine in the mirror, offering support and understanding. The mirror itself seemed to reflect our shared understanding, an unspoken acknowledgment of the emotional weight that this day carried. It was clear that everyone around me wore the same melancholic expressions, knowing that today would be a challenging one for me, and for Draco.

Meanwhile, in another part of the manor, Draco's thoughts were elsewhere. He stood by the tall, arched window, his gaze fixed on the approaching guests. The crimson and gold banners of the Malfoy crest fluttered in the breeze outside, creating a regal spectacle that contrasted starkly with the turmoil within him. Astoria, his fiancée, attempted to ease his nerves with a reassuring smile. Her fingers brushed lightly against his, a silent gesture of support in the midst of his internal storm.

"Are you ready?" she asked, trying to gauge his state of mind. Her voice, like a gentle breeze, sought to calm the tempest within him.

He shook his head, not tearing his eyes away from the window. The sprawling gardens beyond seemed like a distant world, one he couldn't connect with at that moment. "I'll be ready," Draco replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Just then, his mother, Narcissa, entered the room. Her presence, regal and composed, was a reminder of the formalities that awaited them, the expectations of their esteemed family name.

"Honey, more guests have just arrived," she informed them, her tone carrying a mixture of anticipation and maternal concern. In silence, they nodded at each other and descended the grand staircase to greet the arriving guests, a display of unity despite their inner turmoil, a facade that concealed the turbulent emotions beneath.

As I walked into the room, flanked by Harry and Ginny, I couldn't help but feel Draco's intense gaze fixated on me. Our eyes met a silent connection that spoke volumes. It was as though a glass barrier held back the words that we both longed to say and the emotions we dared not reveal.

However, the atmosphere grew tense as Astoria's voice cut through the air, her satin gown rustling with her rising agitation. "What is she even doing here?" she exclaimed, her voice sharp and accusing. Harry, ever the calm presence, looked over at me with concern as he noticed my own fixation on Draco.

"She's just another guest," he offered his voice a soothing balm, hoping to diffuse the situation and avoid any further confrontation. But my mind was racing, my thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. So what about us, I pondered silently, my gaze still locked with Draco's. What about all your lies and all your promises? I couldn't bear to hold his gaze any longer, so I closed my eyes, trying to shut out the turmoil within.

I understood why Astoria was angry about my presence. If Draco had a choice, it would likely be me up there with him, and the unspoken truth hung heavy in the air, known to everyone in the room. The air was thick with unspoken emotions, a tension that threatened to unravel the carefully constructed facade of the day's celebration, exposing the raw, untamed emotions that pulsed beneath the surface.

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Should I make this a full story or I give it a part 2? Please let me know, and thank you for reading.