𝑩𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 | 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒇𝒐𝒚 | 𝟑

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Chapter eight; The Wedding.

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Olivia would hand-on-heart one hundred percent agree that Fleur Delacour, now Weasley, was one of the most beautiful brides she had ever seen. The entire ceremony had been lifting, it had been beautiful and it was the best thing both Olivia and Harry needed at that time. Despite the latter's argument that he didn't care for the wedding.

She had seen his face when Ginny walked down the aisle as a bridesmaid and she had watched how happy he was when the two danced together. Stood there in a short coral, backless lace dress Olivia smiled watching the former couple interact. She and Hermione stood side by side holding a glass of champagne in their hands while watching Harry and Ginny dance together.

It was then time for Mr and Mrs Weasley's first dance as Bill guided his bride onto the floor with elegance where they began to dance together. Absentmindedly Olivia reached for the two silver chains around her neck and held onto the necklace Draco had gifted her on her sixteenth birthday, along with the promise of forever. A sad smile danced across her lips and Hermione turned away from Bill and Fleur to watch Olivia space out.

'I came to see if you were ready, and to give you this.'

'Happy birthday love.'

'I love it .. and I love you, thank you.'

"Here .. Wear it as a promise love."

'What promise?'

'A promise that one day we'll make this forever. I couldn't imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone but you.'

Olivia swallowed deeply, the words from that day echoing in her mind while she watched Bill and Fleur dance. She'd be too stubborn to admit to anyone verbally that she missed Draco with all her heart. So much that some days her heart physically ached to see his face once more, to see his smile or hear him laugh. She also hated to admit that Hermione could read her like a book and that the girl most likely already knew what she was thinking of when she wrapped her arm around Olivia's shoulder.

Hermione pulled Olivia into her side, seeing the deep frown on her best friends face. Olivia leaned her head on Hermione's shoulder, the red fabric of her dress under her ear, "Are you okay?" She asked quietly. When Olivia only nodded she frowned, "We're all human Olivia, remember that."

The music quietened down enough for everyone to applaud as Bill and Fleur had completed their first dance as a married couple. Olivia lifted her head from Hermione's shoulder as everyone went back to mingling. On the opposite end of the floor Olivia spotted Fred dancing with a blonde, his hands around her waist and a smitten smile on his face. She smiled to herself, seemingly surprised at the rare sight.

She was drew towards Hermione's yell of surprise in her ear and turned to see the commotion. All she saw however was the girl embracing a buff-looking black haired boy, not much taller than Olivia in heals. They pulled away and Olivia spat the champagne in her mouth back into her glass when she caught sight of the boy Hermione had embraced. She sneakily placed the glass onto a nearby table while no one was looking before turning back to Hermione.

"Viktor! I had no idea you were coming! How are you?" Hermione gushed breathless from the surprise. Olivia caught Ron scowling in the distance and smirked to herself.

"Fleur invited me." Viktor said in this thick Bulgarian accent while kissing Hermione's hand, "You look stunning Hermione."

"Now, now Viktor its rude to ignore another woman's presence. I thought we went over this sí?" An Italian voice called out from behind them. Olivia could've sworn her jaw hit the ground. She whirled around faster than Hermione had and looked to the culprit of the overly familiar Italian accent.