the girl with all of the choices

e i g h t y - f i v e

9122 words

july nineteenth- meet the malfoys

~ Addison ~

I had often daydreamed about marriage. Especially when I was a girl.

When I was younger, I wanted to marry a prince and live in a castle. I would wear the biggest, most elegant, and expensive wedding dress the world had ever seen. The Queen would be invited to my wedding. The prospect that I could marry a prince wasn't all that far off, given the ages of Princes Harry and William. William was only two years younger than me, which meant I had a small, albeit existing chance that I could marry a prince. 

When Draco and I started dating, I didn't want to marry a prince anymore. My dreams of marriage turned into feasible and more realistic ones. I wanted a big outdoor wedding. Family. Friends. Fawn and Ainsley were going to be my maids of honour. I wanted it to be during the late spring or early summer. May and June were such a typical time for weddings, but I wanted a May or June wedding. My bouquet would be made of lilacs and white hydrangeas. My Dad would walk me down the aisle. My soon to be husband would cry when he saw me. It would be perfect.

Naturally, I wanted my Slytherin to be my fiancé, and eventually my husband. The image of Draco in a suit waiting for me as I walked down the aisle sent shivers down my spine. I wanted to marry that stupid dragon boy. 

The actual marriage part, the bit where you spent the rest of your life with someone, that was enticing, especially when thinking about it with him. We would wake up late every day, stumble out of bed with our arms around each other, and do whatever we wanted. Snogging all the time. Shagging whenever we pleased. Cuddling on the couch every night. Living as Mrs Draco Malfoy. It was all so alluring. 

But back to the wedding part. Weddings were supposed to be lively. They were supposed to be bustling, full of music and friendly faces and food and love. They most definitely were not supposed to take place during a war. 

Nevertheless, here I was. 

Tonks had asked me to be one of her bridesmaids back in May. I said yes, of course, but I was under the notion that there would be other people. I was also under the notion that my boyfriend wouldn't have been an attempted murderer, but we all know how that worked out. 

The nineteenth of July, 1997. The day that Nymphadora Tonks married Remus Lupin. 

I had been staying with them for a fortnight. Their cottage was quaint. Homely. I had adjusted surprisingly well for the circumstances. 

I cried myself to sleep every night, clutching my book of memories close to my chest and trying to remember what my room looked like. You would have thought I would remember everything considering I had lived there for seventeen years. But the minute I was plucked away, I couldn't remember the colour of my duvet cover. 

Tonks and I had started to argue a lot. She kept looming over me, trying to get me to talk to her. She didn't want me to be alone, no matter how badly I coveted solitude. I would eventually snap and yell at her and she would yell back.

The longest we had gone was two hours and forty-seven minutes of non-stop shouting. Remus would always break it up. 

She had tried to get me to yell about Draco. She wanted to hear what I had to say, but I didn't indulge her. Not often. Not enough. She always wanted more. 

She would call him terrible things. A Death Eater. A son of a bitch. A wanker. A foul git. A traitor to the wizarding world. A lying and manipulative sod. An entitled and selfish prat. Like a dog with two dicks.