A Dragon's Love
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
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2,337
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2
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True Love
I decided to continue with Draco's story. If you didn't read the first one, it's a one-shot called "A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE". Hope you like my story!
PROLOGUE
The wedding took place in the exquisite home of the brides' parents. It was situated in the lush English gardens, where the nearly four hundred wedding guests could be seated quite comfortably, and was considered the most luxurious ceremony of the century. A costly affair, the Danburys could well afford it, and it was elegant without being extravagant or frivolous. Lovely cream and silver banners hungs, with the couple's names written in pretty gold cursive, gold tipped roses of blush pink, virgin white, and ivory were used as decorative pieces, charming little fairies delved in the bushes, watching the spectacle with delight. Guests talked merrily, as they drank copiously of the expensive champagne and ate the hors du vours, of the happy couple. Everyone was rejoicing in the marriage of Flora Jasmine Danbury and Fred Weasley. Everyone except Draco Malfoy.
He stood alone, dressed in specially tailored silver and grey tux, stark white shirt, and salmon pink tie. His gray eyes flashed a warning, that kept off the hordes of people from approaching his table. Although Draco was happy that the person he considered his closest friend was marrying the man of her dreams, he couldn't help but feel just a bit unhappy. The woman he'd loved for the majority of his young life was being married to another man. No one would be happy with that outcome. Moodily, Draco poured a bit more of the champagne into his crystalline glass, wanting something a bit stronger. He forced the stuff down his throat, closing his eyes.
Draco opened them back again when he felt a tap at his shoulder. Glaring, he looked at the intruder. Ginny Weasley, of course. She was looking lovelier than usual in a pale gold gown that outlined her well-formed, slim body. He smirked. The fact that he was in love with another woman didn't mean he couldn't admire a beautiful woman. He jerked his head in acknowledgement.
"Flora wants to see you, Malfoy," Ginny said, wrinkling her nose at him. Immediately, Draco's smile slid off his face.
"What does she want me for?" he asked casually, toying with his champagne glass. She glared at him.
"How should I know? You go and ask her." Swiftly, Draco stood up, walking towards the house. Then, he stopped, and turned.
A smile curled the edges of his masculine lips. "Did I tell you, Ginny, that you look exceptionally gorgeous today?" Gracefully, he turned again, and continued his route. The normally cool and composed Ginny was flustered. She pinkened, and thought, "For a bastard, he sure is a charmer." The rest of the female population agreed with her, watching the blond man.
Draco nearly gasped when he saw Flora, sitting in her bedroom, as she waited for the ceremony to begin. She looked absolutely radiant. Her spun gold hair had been caught with a sort of gold coronet of pale cream and gold roses, pearls, and sparkling diamonds, and put up. The gown was a fragile, eggshell white in color and suited her delicate coloring. The whole dress was covered with a beautiful, faint hand-sewed design of roses and vines, sewn in golden or silver threads, and decorated with pearls or diamonds. A white gold ring set with a tiny blue sapphire rested on her white finger. That and a locket were her only form of jewelry, no earrings or bracelets. Flora looked absolutely perfect, her beautiful blue eyes sparkling with joy, lips curved in a rapturous smile, and cheeks flushed a delectable pink. His poor heart twisted as his eyes drank in her beauty, her happiness radiating off of her.
"You look beautiful," Draco whispered.
She laughed, the sound like silver chimes. "You flatter me, Draco." Flora embraced him, and he smelled her faint perfume of sunlight on roses.
"No, I am only speaking the truth. What did you want me for, Flora?"
"I just wanted to say that... I hope you find your own person to love. Someone who will love you back," Flora said, tears in her eyes. "I hope that you'll find the person who'll truly make you happy."
He didn't say a word, only smiled, a smile full of bitterness and forced joviality. "I'm sure I will," he lied, knowing he'd already found her, and lost her.
PROLOGUE
The wedding took place in the exquisite home of the brides' parents. It was situated in the lush English gardens, where the nearly four hundred wedding guests could be seated quite comfortably, and was considered the most luxurious ceremony of the century. A costly affair, the Danburys could well afford it, and it was elegant without being extravagant or frivolous. Lovely cream and silver banners hungs, with the couple's names written in pretty gold cursive, gold tipped roses of blush pink, virgin white, and ivory were used as decorative pieces, charming little fairies delved in the bushes, watching the spectacle with delight. Guests talked merrily, as they drank copiously of the expensive champagne and ate the hors du vours, of the happy couple. Everyone was rejoicing in the marriage of Flora Jasmine Danbury and Fred Weasley. Everyone except Draco Malfoy.
He stood alone, dressed in specially tailored silver and grey tux, stark white shirt, and salmon pink tie. His gray eyes flashed a warning, that kept off the hordes of people from approaching his table. Although Draco was happy that the person he considered his closest friend was marrying the man of her dreams, he couldn't help but feel just a bit unhappy. The woman he'd loved for the majority of his young life was being married to another man. No one would be happy with that outcome. Moodily, Draco poured a bit more of the champagne into his crystalline glass, wanting something a bit stronger. He forced the stuff down his throat, closing his eyes.
Draco opened them back again when he felt a tap at his shoulder. Glaring, he looked at the intruder. Ginny Weasley, of course. She was looking lovelier than usual in a pale gold gown that outlined her well-formed, slim body. He smirked. The fact that he was in love with another woman didn't mean he couldn't admire a beautiful woman. He jerked his head in acknowledgement.
"Flora wants to see you, Malfoy," Ginny said, wrinkling her nose at him. Immediately, Draco's smile slid off his face.
"What does she want me for?" he asked casually, toying with his champagne glass. She glared at him.
"How should I know? You go and ask her." Swiftly, Draco stood up, walking towards the house. Then, he stopped, and turned.
A smile curled the edges of his masculine lips. "Did I tell you, Ginny, that you look exceptionally gorgeous today?" Gracefully, he turned again, and continued his route. The normally cool and composed Ginny was flustered. She pinkened, and thought, "For a bastard, he sure is a charmer." The rest of the female population agreed with her, watching the blond man.
Draco nearly gasped when he saw Flora, sitting in her bedroom, as she waited for the ceremony to begin. She looked absolutely radiant. Her spun gold hair had been caught with a sort of gold coronet of pale cream and gold roses, pearls, and sparkling diamonds, and put up. The gown was a fragile, eggshell white in color and suited her delicate coloring. The whole dress was covered with a beautiful, faint hand-sewed design of roses and vines, sewn in golden or silver threads, and decorated with pearls or diamonds. A white gold ring set with a tiny blue sapphire rested on her white finger. That and a locket were her only form of jewelry, no earrings or bracelets. Flora looked absolutely perfect, her beautiful blue eyes sparkling with joy, lips curved in a rapturous smile, and cheeks flushed a delectable pink. His poor heart twisted as his eyes drank in her beauty, her happiness radiating off of her.
"You look beautiful," Draco whispered.
She laughed, the sound like silver chimes. "You flatter me, Draco." Flora embraced him, and he smelled her faint perfume of sunlight on roses.
"No, I am only speaking the truth. What did you want me for, Flora?"
"I just wanted to say that... I hope you find your own person to love. Someone who will love you back," Flora said, tears in her eyes. "I hope that you'll find the person who'll truly make you happy."
He didn't say a word, only smiled, a smile full of bitterness and forced joviality. "I'm sure I will," he lied, knowing he'd already found her, and lost her.