Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Obedience ❯ The Wedding ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
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The Wedding
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The day that her mother was to remarry arrived grey and dreary, though there were no rain, and the sun could been seen trying to shine through, determined to be seen. Hermione Granger and her mother were looking outside at this scenery as the limo drove them to the chapel.
The ten year old looked over at her mother. She knew that today was supposed to be a happy day, but she just couldn't muster up the right emotion. She was worried that something bad would happen, like the cake would arrive ruined, or they would get into an accident, or just something that would ruin the day for her mother.
Her mother, Narcissa Granger, chose, at that moment, to look at her, a brilliant smile on her face. Hermione couldn't help but return it with one of her own.
“You okay, sweetie?” Narcissa asked, pushing a curl back into place. Hermione nodded her head, unwilling to voice her concerns. She didn't want to seem as if she was trying to ruin her mother's big day.
Hermione thought about how they had arrived at this point.
Her father, Daniel Granger, had left her mother after she had found out that he was cheating on her, sleeping with his secretary. It had broke her mother's heart to find this out, but her mother had been strong, and demanded a divorce…which he had, surprisenly, denied.
Of course, it was only after he had left - the very same day that her mother had not only made her discovery but demanded a divorce - that the reason for denying her came into light. Narcissa and her had been surprised to find out about all the debts her had collectect…and most of them were for things that had concerned his mistrisses, most of them being ones he had even before he ran off, nothing about her or Hermione.
They had barely been able to survive with all of their money being sucked up by Daniel's debts, though Narcissa had been smart enough to keep a separate bank account that she had deposited money into daily, unknown to Daniel. However, it wasn't enough, and Narcissa had been unable to get a loan for the banks. Not only that, but her only family - Hermione's Great Aunt Marien - refused to help out because Narcissa wasn't willing to get rid of her.
So, they had almost been unable to survive. However, they had when the detective that Narcissa had hired to find Daniel so she could slap him with a divorce - one that would not have been pretty, for Narcissa had changed it so that Daniel would know what she had gone through with Hermione - came back to tell them that Daniel was in the hospital with multiple wounds from a car accident, and that it was unlikely he would survive…unless Narcissa was willing to do something about that.
Narcissa and Hermione had gone to the hospital he were at to visit…and so Narcissa could let him know that she wasn't going to do a damn thing to help him get the help that she could easily get for him. She told him that he should have thought about what he did before he slept with the whores that he did, and his STDs - something she found out upon asking the doctor about his condition.
Then, she did what she had been wanting to do since finding out about his infidelities; she turned her back on him, ignoring his soft calls for her to come back, and left. Then, she went down the hall to the secretaries room, and let her know - for she was on a roll, and the secretary was going to live anyways - that she hoped she enjoyed the STDs that she had, and not to even bother thinking she could get any money from Daniel, for he wouldn't live long enough to give it to her.
It was the only time that Hermione had seen her mother being purposely mean, and even then, when she got back to the house, her mother had felt like going back to the hospital and apologizing. It was only the fact that Hermione was there, giving her a look that said it wasn't worth it that she didn't.
Hermione continued to look out the window as her memories continued to flash through her mind.
Her mind immediately went back to the day that her mother had come to pick her up from school, happier than she had ever been. She had met someone at the store…well, she had accidentally ran her cart into him, and hurt him, but he had taken it gracefully; in fact, he had insisted that she allow him to take her out for dinner after introducing himself as Lucius Malfoy.
Hermione couldn't believe how quickly they were becoming close; not even the fact that Narcissa was a single mother of an seven year old was able to stop his attraction. In fact, when they first met, he had been charming to her - not as charming as he was to her mother, but charming as in `I'll be a great father-figure/friend to you' charming. Hermione immediately knew that this was a man that could be trusted, one who wouldn't hurt her mother in anyway.
Which was why, almost a year and a half later, she had immediately said yes when he asked for her mother's hand in marriage.
Of course, the fact that he had a son had come up in conversation a lot, though Hermione had yet to actually meet him, as he was away in college. Narcissa had only met him once, and Hermione had yet to meet her to be step-brother. But, from what her mother had said, she didn't have much to worry about, as he was almost an exact carbon copy of his father, though more reserved and not quite in love with her.
Hermione would have thought it would be weird if he had been in love with her mother as well.
They finally arrived at the church, and Hermione wasted no time scrambling out of the limo, desperate to make sure that everything was going all right. While they were a bit earlier than needed, Hermione wasn't going to take any chances of something ruining her mother's day.
Shuffling her mother into the room that they were using as a dressing room. Taking the time to get all ready, Hermione and the other bridal party members crowded around Narcissa, getting her ready, though she insisted that they help Hermione get ready herself.
So Liana, the maid of honor, pulled Hermione aside, pulling her dress away from the others. Liana was already wearing her dress. The theme for the female part of the bridal party was Ever After. All of the bridesmaids were wearing a white cemise under a blue overdress that matched the Danielle character's servant dress from the movie.
Narcissa's dress was different, being an exact match of the masquerade dress that Danielle wore. It had a white silk chemise with a silver silk overcoat that matched beautifully. They braided her hair and put it up into an elegant bun, not a single hair out of place. The placed blue, clear, and white crystal pins around her hairline, making it glitter in the light before they placed the white veil and silver and crystal tiara on, covering the bun.
Once she was done, she looked beautiful, her carefully made face glowing. Hermione looked at her won reflection. The dress that she had to wear was different than the others. It was a blue silk dress that matched the theme but was just as elegant as Narcissa's dress. It had an empire waist, flowing silk skirt, and lace along all the hems. The sleeves were also different. There were slashed in the sleeves, which made only an inch thick strip stay high in her shoulders while the rest of the sleeve fell off of her shoulders. Lace decorated the inch thick strap on both sides while it also decorated only the bottom of the rest of the sleeves near her hands.
She had on a little bit of make-up, just a bit of neutral eyeshadow, blush, and pink lip gloss, and her hair was done to the maximum. The usually wild, frizzy curls that she had inherited from her father were also gone; in place of them were banana curls that flowed like a waterfall down to her waist. Half of her hair was also pulled back, the sides also braided with a small blue satin ribbon bow hair barrett holding the braids away from her face. Small blue crystal pins also adorned her hair, decorated withing the small braids as well as sprinkled with the curls.
I think I need a haircut once this is all over went through her mind. It was the only thing she could think of as she looked at the fake blue crystal earings that she was wearing, as well as the matching blue ribbon choker that adorned her throat. She bit her lip. She looked like slightly overrun with blue; even her strappy sandles were blue.
However, she sucked up that feeling when she looked at the other girls. She looked like royalty compared to the others, though everyone paled in comparrison to her mother. She had no right to belittle her dress when the others had made her look like a princess.
She looked over at the time just as her mother did.
“Oh dear, it's almost time. Hermione, would you be a dear and see if Lucius is ready?” Narcissa asked her. Hermione nodded her head, feeling the need to get away from everyone else. The room was a bustle of activity know that the three bridesmaids and the maid-of-honor were working on themselves.
She left the room, shaking her head that the craziness that was going on. Though, she had to admit, she was a bit excited herself. She wondered down the hall, slowing slightly as she passed the chapel, gulping as she heard the people talking inside. She knew that she was going to have to walk into there, and was feeling nervous, though her part in the ceremony was small.
She hurried towards the room that the men were supposed to be in, and knocked on the door, hoping that she did indeed have the right room.
The door began opening as she heard Lucius's voice grow louder without something to block it. She looked up at the man who had opened the door and was about to ask him if they were ready when she froze as cold, grey eyes clashed with her own brown ones.
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“Father, must you insist on such a lavish wedding,” a cold voice drawled. Draco Malfoy, the eighteen year old son of Lucius, wondered why he felt the need for such a wedding. He knew from pictures that his mother's marriage to Lucius had been nothing like this. In fact, it had been a rather small affair, a hurried one, mostly due to him; an unexpected pregnancy had been the real reason why they had even gotten married.
“Yes, I do insist. You're lucky that Cissy didn't think it should be bigger, otherwise it would be a national event,” Lucius said as he threw on the jacket to his tuxedo. Draco looked on with distaste.
He always wondered why he had told his father okay when Lucius told him his plan to marry Narcissa Granger. After all, while he did like her, he didn't like the fact that it seemed as if Lucius was replacing his mother, Alina. And yet, he had told his father that he wouldn't mind her joining the family.
Draco supposed it was the fact that, after the wedding, he was leaving for New York for college, and wouldn't be around her all that much. Of course, he doubted his father would have changed his mind if Draco had said something other than he did. His father had looked like a lovesick fool as he talked about Narcissa.
Draco shook his head as he refocused on Lucius.
“So, when -“ he started, only to be interrupted by a knock at the door. Standing up and walking over to he door, he wondered who it was, and opened it.
The first thing he saw was beautiful goden brown eyes. They looked as if they were filled with knowledge. His eyes began taking in everything else. The beautiful hair, the blue dress. His eyes took in the entire picture. For a moment, he saw her as older, and felt an undeniable surge of lust fill his body; then, he blinked, and the vision was replaced by a little girl with golden eyes.
He mentally shook his head, forcusing on the girl in front of him.
“Yes, can I help you?” he said, trying hard not to sound mean, though he still shounded cold.
“Is Lucius here?” she asked, and, before he could say anything else, his father came over to the door, wondering who it was that had knocked.
“Hermione,” Lucius said as Draco stepped back, still reeling from the unexpected lust that had shot through him. He was confused; he had never felt such lust, for any woman. The fact that a mere child was able to inspire it was just sick. He looked over towards the door, this time intent on study the girl who had inspired such lust.
He saw obviously tamed curly brown hair, a lot of blue, and pale skin. Lust crawled through his viens as he looked at her golden eyes and pink lips. Though she was young, she was extremely beautiful; something many could say was the result of being beautified for the wedding, though he could tell differently.
She was beautiful herself. While lacking the body of a woman, he could tell that she would most likely be an early bloomer, a girl who would sprout up quickly. He could already see small curves beginning to form on her. All in all, she was indeed extremely beautiful.
Visions began to dance across his mind, each more lewd than the last, and he crossed his legs to keep the bulge that was forming in his pants from being seen. It took a while from him to calm down, and, when he looked up once again, Lucius was closing the door.
“Who was that?” he asked, hoping that his father hadn't noticed anything. Luckily for him, Lucius didn't seem to as he asked, “She's your new sister, Hermione.”
Draco felt as if an bucket of ice water had been thrown on him.
“What?” he choked out, unable to believe that he had those feeling invoked in him by a sibling. Lucius, who seemed to guess what he was thinking, but only to a point, quickly said, “She's your step-sister. That's Narcissa's daughter from her late ex-husband.”
Draco nodded as he realized that she wasn't a blood relative to him, which made him feel so much better, for that meant that he hadn't really been fantasizing about a blood sibling, though he was still surprised to discover that he was going to have a step-sister.
“You guys never mentioned that Narcissa had a daughter,” he causually said, looking at his nails as he waited for an answer. Lucius frowned in thought. He had thought that he had mentioned Hermione at one point to his son, but - upon further thought - realized that he hadn't.
“Sorry, I thought I had. Anyways, she going to be your sister soon, and I was hoping that - while her mother and I are on our honeymoon - you would be willing to take care of her. We're not going to be gone long, just about a week,” Lucius said, eager to have some uninterrupted time to bed his wife.
Draco snorted, able to figure out exactly where his father's thoughts had gone, and yet disgusted that he had been able to. He really didn't want to know about anything his father and Narcissa would consider as playing. Instead, he thought about what his father was asking.
In truth, he wasn't sure if he would be able to handle being around someone who had made him feel the way that he had, especially since that someone was going to become his sister. Yet, it maybe a good thing to spend some time with her; while he had never had such a lust attack from a member of the opposite sex before, he had been attracted to several other women, only to be turned off by them when they showed their personalities.
Something like that could happen with Hermione; after all, she was still young enough that he would most likely begin developing brotherly feelings for her if he staryed in her company long enough; in fact, he was positive that was what would happen. There was no way he would feel anything other than that for her sibling love, if that.
“Sure, I'll take her of your hands. We should get to know each other, after all,” he said, his mind make up. There would be no way he would want her so much after being in her company for a whole week, no way that he would.
Oh, how he would be eating his thoughts later.
