Altar Thoughts

The setting of this one-shot is at mine (yes, MINE) and Draco Malfoy's wedding while I'm walking up the aisle. So I suppose it could be called a self-insert, but it's not meant for readers to put themselves into the story. It's myself in the story. The entire story is in Draco's point of view. My name isn't said until they /very/ end. Normally I don't post these kinds of stories where I'M in it, but Movellas happened to have a one-shot competition just as I finished writing this! Plus, my friends all seemed to like it. So, why not?

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1. Altar Thoughts

I'm standing at the altar, waiting with the officiator in my traditional black and white dress suit. My platinum blonde hair is combed to perfection, without a single strand out of place. My hands are shaking slightly, but I keep them clasped together. I'm nervous. But what for? We've come this far, haven't we? She said yes, we planned, we rehearsed, and now we're here. What if she changes her mind last minute? What if she leaves me at the altar? I haven't been this afraid in a long time.

 

Then the music starts. The pianist is playing “Here Comes the Bride.” I look ahead and see her walking in through the doors, behind Ginny throwing flowers and small Teddy bringing the rings forth. I don't pay them any mind, though. My eyes are locked on her. This is the first time I've seen her in her wedding dress, and she's absolutely stunning. She's always beautiful to me, even in sweatpants and her hair in a ponytail. There was something different about her being in a white dress. I wasn't looking at my girlfriend anymore. I was looking at my beloved bride.

 

As she moved slowly down the aisle, with the aid of her father on her arm, flashbacks began racing through my head.

When we were young children, and I was bullying another student. She stepped forward and told me to knock it off. She was one of the only people to stand up against me. I admired that, though I didn't show it. It was the first time I had seen her face, and my heart skipped a beat. But she didn't seem to like me. So I didn't bother her.

 

In third year, I was in the Hospital Wing after getting scratched by a Hippogriff. Pansy was there, talking my ears off. I wasn't listening to a word she was saying to me. I heard someone walking in and looked over. She was there, holding a small bouquet of flowers tied together with a bow and a note attached. She walked over, and placed the flowers into the vase, telling me they were ‘Get better’ flowers. That was the first time I'd ever told her, or anyone even, thank you. I said it softly and sweetly, too. She smiled at me, a blush forming on her cheeks, and told me “You're welcome.” And she left the room.

 

In fourth year, I asked her to go to the Yule Ball with me. I was nervous at first, but I ended up asking her confidently. She told me that she'd love to. On the night of, I waited at the end of the staircase leading to the ballroom for her. She emerged with a long, flowing green dress with jewels on it. She stole my breath. I offered her my hand as she stepped closer to me. She grinned at me as she held it. We danced the night away. For once in my life, I wasn't concerned about Potter or him being the champion. I had eternal glory with her there in my arms. The song we were dancing to slowed down, and as it did, I caressed her cheek and kissed her lovingly. That was the first time we kissed. I asked her to be my girlfriend the next day, and she said yes.

 

In fifth year, I ran into a kid from another house picking on her, calling her evil and whatnot for being in Slytherin. Not only were they completely wrong because she's the sweetest person I've ever met at Hogwarts, but she was my girlfriend. I couldn't just stand there and let it happen, especially not since she was obviously getting very upset and hurt by this. I came forward and shoved him against the wall, exclaiming how she was my girlfriend, yelling at him to leave her alone. Once he was gone, I pulled her into my arms, hugged her, and reassured her that she wasn't a bad person.

 

I wish I could've said the same for myself, but I didn't have much of a choice. I came to Hogwarts in sixth year as a Death Eater. I was distant and afraid, all while trying to figure out how to murder Dumbledore. She'd ask me what's wrong in her gentle, caring voice. I wanted to tell her, but I couldn't. I remained quiet. I hid my arms from her. This was the first time I'd ever lied to her and kept a deadly secret from her, and it was eating me alive. But she still trusted me, even though I knew she shouldn't.

One night we snuck into her dorm room. I was too overpowered by love and lust that I forgot about the Dark Mark on my left arm. I made love to her that night, and it was the first time for both of us. It was too dark for her to see the mark on my arm, but it wasn't in the morning. She noticed the mark and ordered me out of her room, without giving me a chance to explain. I got my clothes back on and left the room. I was upset, but not at her. Only at myself for screwing up so badly. The pain and fear in her eyes stayed plastered in my mind as I headed for my dorm. I sat in there alone, crying to myself because I had lost the love of my life. I rolled up my sleeve and stared at the Dark Mark magically squirming on my left arm. It tore my family part. It's eating me alive. I lost my love because of it. I scratched at it with my nails over and over until I bled. I didn't care if the Dark Lord tried to have me killed for doing that. Nothing else mattered in that moment.

 

He didn't have me killed, surprisingly. I left Hogwarts after Dumbledore was killed. All I could think about was her, and I prayed she'd be safe from whatever the Death Eaters had in store for Hogwarts. I thought about her the whole time I was gone, all while still trying to protect my mum. I returned to Hogwarts with hoards of other Death Eaters. My goal was to find her, get my wand from Potter, and get out. I did find her. She was sat on a bench in the Great Hall, breathless and tending to her own battle wounds. I was scared to say or do anything. Just as I was about to leave her be, she called out my name. But she said it venomously, and it broke my heart. I looked at her and she had her wand pointed at me. I rose my hands in protest and tried desperately to explain myself. Just as she was understanding that I was only protecting my mother; Just as forgiveness was forming in her eyes and her heart, a Death Eater marched in and dragged her away. This was Voldemort’s punishment for me.

 

I couldn't do anything though. One wrong move, and we'd both be dead. I followed them, and she was tossed in front of Voldemort. I wanted to jump forward when he grabbed her chin. He talked to her. Told her she would have made a great Death Eater. I would never let that happen. Voldemort ordered Bellatrix, my own damn aunt, to “take care” of her. Bellatrix took her away, and I tried to run after her, but my father held me back. After a few moments, I heard screaming coming from the direction Bellatrix had taken her away. My father, once again, tried to hold me back and tell me I'd find someone better. But I never would. She was always there for me. She was the only person who was kind to me in a place full of people who hated me. I shoved past my father and ran to her. She was on the cold, hard ground, with Bellatrix pinning her down and drawing incredible amounts of blood from her left arm. I free’d her from Bellatrix, using my love’s wand that I picked up from earlier, and picked her up in my arms, and carried her off to safety. With the little strength she had, she tried to apologize about before. I shushed her. She had to keep her strength and stay alive. She didn't do anything wrong, anyway. I ran off with her into the forest. I lied her down on the ground and knelt down to her level. I used her wand to cast as many little healing spells I could to help her. I noticed what my aunt had carved into her arm with her teeth. “Liar.” I tried to heal it away as much as I could, but it was difficult because the gashes were so deep. I sobbed and held her close protectively. I felt her arms wrap around me, and I knew then that she was mine again.

 

I took her home with me after that. She's been with me ever since. I had her around all the time. I held her and loved her every second of every day. I asked her to marry me, and here we are now. The day of our wedding. The day we seal the deal of forever. Our eyes glued to each other. Her father takes a seat next to her mother, and she stands across from me. I look into her emerald eyes. She's crying and smiling widely. She looks just as nervous as I am. She's probably worried about the same reasons that I am. I smile at her reassuringly. I'll never leave her. She grins back at me. We go through the vows without breaking our gaze.

“Do you,” asked the officiator, “Mackenzie Gann, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.” she said sweetly.

“Do you, Draco Malfoy, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.” I said, smiling at Mackenzie.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

I caressed her cheek and pulled her close. I pressed my lips against hers and kissed her passionately. I heard cheers and claps from our guests, but I was more focused on my love. I pulled away from the kiss and pressed my forehead against hers, smiling at her lovingly. I wasn't looking at my fiancé anymore. I was looking at my beautiful bride. My wife. The love of my life.

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