Romancing Your New Fiancé

VOWS

Draco

I'd never thought much about holding another's wand- well being offered one willingly, that is. There's something innately intimate about holding Granger's intricately carved vine wood wand. It's so simple, yet beautifully crafted. Very fitting for such a wondrous witch.

"Amelia, if you'd be so kind," I say, making her jump as she guiltily nods her head. I manage not to smirk at her mooning over Hermione and I. The woman might possibly her number one fan, so being a part of this is a big moment for her.

Eventually, she lays the family sigil from a very, very old war banner that has made an appearance at every important Malfoy event over our joined hands. With our clasped hands, our wands digging into our skin and well as one another's, we lock eyes. And laugh.

Laugh at the absurdity of the entire situation, at how even though this is important that it's awkward still. Because no matter the Potter dinners, or similar circles, we both seem to orbit, we've never once in all these years dared more than my heavy flirting and shy looks from her.

Once our joined laughter trail off, I take the time to root us back into the moment. With a heart stopping kiss, of course. Merlin, I must be sick in the head for how much satisfaction I get when I pull away and she has that dopily happy, dazed look after each kiss. It's quite adorable, actually.

"Right, let's begin."

Hermione clears her throat and straightens her spine as we get down to the task at hand.

"Amelia, do you freely and honestly witness the joining of our two souls?" I say clearly, and with much more confidence than I truly feel in this moment.

"I do," Amelia replies crisply and clearly. With her confirmation, the white of Hermione's soul starts to swirl around her forearm where my wand is cradled.

"Do you so swear that this vow is made with the purest of intentions and would vouch for such, even under penalty of death?"

Hermione's breath shucks inward as her eyes grow wide, but Amelia doesn't skip a beat in her answer. Doesn't waver whatsoever as she answers.

"I do."

My slightly greyer more off-white soul swirls around my forearm and Granger's wand. A small momentary panic overtakes me when I see the color difference in our souls and just how utterly pure hers is in comparison to my own. Until I find my bollocks and look up at Granger's face. Our souls are illuminating her face as she watches in awe; brown eyes filled with wonder at the beauty of them both. I should have known she'd not think any less of me for my past deeds and the stain it left within me.

Not wanting to disrupt the spelled vows, I chose instead to speak into her mind. Repeat after me, love.

She jumps a little, giving me a cheeky little smile and small nod to let me know she'll do as requested.

"I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, tie my soul and life to Hermione Jean Granger. When she is weak, I shall be her strength. If she is to fall, I will help her rise again. Her sickness is my own, her heart will beat to mine. No battle shall she forge alone, for I will be her shield in all things. I make this vow with pure heart and mind. Let our souls become one."

When I finish my vows, my soul flares wider as it winds itself intricately over the top of Hermione's hand. Focusing on her pointer finger, a beautiful silvered tattoo appears to be taking shape from my soul.

"I, Hermione Jean Granger, t-tie my soul and life to Draco Lucius Malfoy. When he is weak, I shall be his strength. If he is to fall, I will help him rise again. His sickness is my own, his heart will beat to mine. No battle shall he forge alone, for I will be his shield in all things. I make this vow with pure heart and mind. Let our souls become one."