The Wedding
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,914
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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The Wedding
The Wedding
(This takes place before Nightmare Revisited, not everything fits perfectly, but it is the same characters)
Josephine looked at the dress that was so delicately laid out on the small bed. She looked around the room as though looking for a way out of it. It was a small stone room with a wooden door and a small window she couldn’t have gotten threw even if she wanted too. After deciding there was no way out, she looked back at the white dress. The bodice would fit tightly around her breasts and small waist, and she could tell it would be low cut, but also flatter her. Then the skirt came flowing down from the bodice with beautiful details at the bottom and on the train.
She picked the dress up carefully and looked at the back. It had small buttons trailing down her back. She loved it, and she hated herself for loving it.
“It’s the perfect dress, how dare he pick out my dream wedding dress?” She said to herself as she carefully laid the dress back on the bed. She took a step back and noticed a note on the ground that must have fallen off of the dress it’s self.
So Josephine leaned over and picked it up and sighed when she realized who it was from- there was no mistaking the handwriting…
“Though white isn’t at all appropriate for the little whore that you are, I thought that for tradition’s sake- it would do.
Jenny will be in soon to help you get into it and do something with your hair and face.
You’ll soon be mine”
Jo crumpled up the note and threw it across the room. She remembered why she shouldn’t be wearing a white dress. Her eyes teared up and remembered her first time. It was so sweet.
Fred Weasley had been so careful with her, though she could tell he wanted to just slam into her and find his own release. But he knew that, being her first time, it would be painful, so he was careful. He went slow and loving, knowing they would have plenty of time for the rougher stuff.
Jo then frowned. If only she was going to him today. Her own husband-to-be didn’t care if she was in pain. If he wanted to fuck her against a wall, he was going to fuck her against a wall. If he wanted to try a new angle, he didn’t care if she screamed for him to stop because it hurt. He didn’t care if what he was doing was rape, as long as he was getting what he wanted.
Jo snapped out of her memory when another girl walked in. Jenny was about the same age as Jo, with blonde hair and deep blue eyes that could never have the same brightness as Jo’s light blue one’s.
“So, getting married today, eh?”
“Not if I can help it,” replied Jo with narrowed eyes at the crumpled up note in the corner.
“What will you do?” Jenny asked Jo as she picked up the dress off the bed.
“I don’t know”
After Jo was dressed, her dark chestnut hair done into tight spiral curls, and her make-up finished to perfection- she looked in the mirror.
She loved it, she loved the way the dress looked on her, she loved being in her wedding dress. Her perfect wedding dress.
If only she would get to walk down the aisle to Fred.
She started to fade into a daydream when she realized that Jenny was talking.
“It’s time!”
Jo walked out of the room as the wedding march started in the dark medieval church. Built high in stone and stain glass windows with red roses everywhere.
Fred would have wanted a wedding outside- on a hilltop. Perhaps at sunset, with daisy’s and sunflowers surrounding them.
She was already walking down the aisle, she didn’t recognize anyone there. Everyone looked so dark in the church, wearing dark suits and dresses, no one looked happy at her. No one gave her smiles of encouragement. They were all either his friends, or they were mad at her because they didn’t understand she had NO choice.
In her fantasy, everyone was smiling and in light pastel colors, and when she looked up Fred was in gray pants and a button up blue shirt.
At that she looked up at the man in front of her, the man she was walking towards. He was wearing a all black suit, black vest, black tie, his black hair pulled into a handsome ponytail behind him. His large nose and deep black eyes made it impossible not to recognize him.
Josephine looked at the flowers in her hand, anywhere but at her husband to be. She suddenly found herself at the end of the walk, right where she was supposed to be.
Right next to Severus Snape.
The rest of the ceremony and the reception were a complete blur to her. Finally, when she felt like it would never end, she felt to cold hands on her bare shoulders. The long fingers dipped down, almost to the top of her bodice.
She then felt the man behind her lean down and whisper in her ear, “Come my little songbird”.
The End!
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(This takes place before Nightmare Revisited, not everything fits perfectly, but it is the same characters)
Josephine looked at the dress that was so delicately laid out on the small bed. She looked around the room as though looking for a way out of it. It was a small stone room with a wooden door and a small window she couldn’t have gotten threw even if she wanted too. After deciding there was no way out, she looked back at the white dress. The bodice would fit tightly around her breasts and small waist, and she could tell it would be low cut, but also flatter her. Then the skirt came flowing down from the bodice with beautiful details at the bottom and on the train.
She picked the dress up carefully and looked at the back. It had small buttons trailing down her back. She loved it, and she hated herself for loving it.
“It’s the perfect dress, how dare he pick out my dream wedding dress?” She said to herself as she carefully laid the dress back on the bed. She took a step back and noticed a note on the ground that must have fallen off of the dress it’s self.
So Josephine leaned over and picked it up and sighed when she realized who it was from- there was no mistaking the handwriting…
“Though white isn’t at all appropriate for the little whore that you are, I thought that for tradition’s sake- it would do.
Jenny will be in soon to help you get into it and do something with your hair and face.
You’ll soon be mine”
Jo crumpled up the note and threw it across the room. She remembered why she shouldn’t be wearing a white dress. Her eyes teared up and remembered her first time. It was so sweet.
Fred Weasley had been so careful with her, though she could tell he wanted to just slam into her and find his own release. But he knew that, being her first time, it would be painful, so he was careful. He went slow and loving, knowing they would have plenty of time for the rougher stuff.
Jo then frowned. If only she was going to him today. Her own husband-to-be didn’t care if she was in pain. If he wanted to fuck her against a wall, he was going to fuck her against a wall. If he wanted to try a new angle, he didn’t care if she screamed for him to stop because it hurt. He didn’t care if what he was doing was rape, as long as he was getting what he wanted.
Jo snapped out of her memory when another girl walked in. Jenny was about the same age as Jo, with blonde hair and deep blue eyes that could never have the same brightness as Jo’s light blue one’s.
“So, getting married today, eh?”
“Not if I can help it,” replied Jo with narrowed eyes at the crumpled up note in the corner.
“What will you do?” Jenny asked Jo as she picked up the dress off the bed.
“I don’t know”
After Jo was dressed, her dark chestnut hair done into tight spiral curls, and her make-up finished to perfection- she looked in the mirror.
She loved it, she loved the way the dress looked on her, she loved being in her wedding dress. Her perfect wedding dress.
If only she would get to walk down the aisle to Fred.
She started to fade into a daydream when she realized that Jenny was talking.
“It’s time!”
Jo walked out of the room as the wedding march started in the dark medieval church. Built high in stone and stain glass windows with red roses everywhere.
Fred would have wanted a wedding outside- on a hilltop. Perhaps at sunset, with daisy’s and sunflowers surrounding them.
She was already walking down the aisle, she didn’t recognize anyone there. Everyone looked so dark in the church, wearing dark suits and dresses, no one looked happy at her. No one gave her smiles of encouragement. They were all either his friends, or they were mad at her because they didn’t understand she had NO choice.
In her fantasy, everyone was smiling and in light pastel colors, and when she looked up Fred was in gray pants and a button up blue shirt.
At that she looked up at the man in front of her, the man she was walking towards. He was wearing a all black suit, black vest, black tie, his black hair pulled into a handsome ponytail behind him. His large nose and deep black eyes made it impossible not to recognize him.
Josephine looked at the flowers in her hand, anywhere but at her husband to be. She suddenly found herself at the end of the walk, right where she was supposed to be.
Right next to Severus Snape.
The rest of the ceremony and the reception were a complete blur to her. Finally, when she felt like it would never end, she felt to cold hands on her bare shoulders. The long fingers dipped down, almost to the top of her bodice.
She then felt the man behind her lean down and whisper in her ear, “Come my little songbird”.
The End!
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