Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy is your fictional husband. Today is your wedding day; all the relatives and guests have gathered. Everyone around congratulated you, wishing you a long and happy life together; even your friends were happy for you. The only people who weren't happy about this wedding were Malfoy himself and Astoria. They had to pretend to be happy together, but in reality, it was awful being near each other.

The wedding. The merriment, it all surrounded Malfoy. He stood near the arch, waiting for his "bride," who was due to arrive any minute. In a moment, the doors to the hall opened, and Astoria Greengrass and her father emerged. After escorting his daughter to the altar, the man nodded and took his seat. The ceremony began; the priest delivered his usual speech, but Malfoy didn't even listen, so deeply was he mired in hatred. Soon, the fateful words were spoken.

• Are you, groom, ready to take Astoria as your wife and be with her until the end?

Malfoy looked at Astoria; her gaze was empty. She didn't want this either, but she was doing it for her family.

– Yes

Malfoy said quietly.

• Are you ready, bride, to take Draco as your lawful husband and to be with him in sickness and in health?