If Love Is Sweet, What Is This, Draco Malfoy?

I stopped at the front of the black hummer limousine, and tossed my bouquet behind me. Women of all ages alike jumped into a huddle, trying to get the bouquet that was on the floor and was now squashed. Draco’s eyes didn’t leave me as he opened the limo door for me. I didn’t stop to look who had hold of my bouquet. It was cursed and forced that person into an unhappy marriage anyway, so I didn’t want to see who would receive it and have another thing on my mind. I can’t believe we were actually going through with a honeymoon. What difference would one day in Paris do? Make me and Draco sleep together? Highly unlikely. I was hoping to see Maisie and Millie but the last hope of any happiness faded as I realised that they would be in school now. Happy and as normal as a teen witch can get, moaning about teachers, giggling about crushes and sharing dirty secrets with an ice cream tub. I kept looking forward as the chauffer drove. Draco sensed that I needed to be ignored right now, and messed around with his fingers, pulling at his suit that was designed by Armani and Gucci, a limited edition one that had cost so much more than usual designer stuff because the two designers had gotten together to design one especially for Draco. I didn’t see the point in it personally. It was just a black suit with red tailoring underneath. Sure it was nice material but did they need fashion geniuses to make something like that? I wiped away my tears, not looking at Draco as I continued to stare forward. Some romantic music started, going off on a timer. It was supposed to get our romance heated up but it did nothing of the sort. I kept looking forward, not moving a muscle, and Draco kept looking at me. He opened his mouth a few times to say something, but ended up closing it. Eventually, after half an hour of the journey, I decided to go and get changed in the changing room in the limousine, into my red halter neck that went down to my ankles and had a high side split. It was a little sluttier than usual, supposed to turn Draco on. I was pretty sure it did. Either that or when I emerged from the room, Draco had stuffed a ruler inside his zip as he saw me. I leant my head against the seat belt and nodded off into a gentle yet troubled sleep, ignoring Draco once again.