The Start of The Rest of Our Lives || Draco x Carey
Carey smiled, looking at himself in the mirror.
He couldn’t remember the last time he wore a tux. The colors of his boutonniere matching the theme his future wife had set up. He wanted everything to go perfect for his princess.
He was sure that she had everything pre-planned since they had been betrothed in their younger years as there wasn’t really much left to do. She had already designed her own dress as well.
It had only been about six months since after the trials that their wedding was occurring. Not that he minded at all, it gave Draco the distraction she needed.
He had saved the entire Malfoy line that day.
When he went to the courts and reminded them of the laws with his family, the laws that made Draco safe from harm and death. Even her family was spared, and Draco was beyond grateful.
He made sure that Draco invite the Minister himself to the wedding ceremony so he would know it wasn’t a farce. He was a good man, sure, but he had his doubts on their love.
Right, a Phoenix marrying anyone out of pity was sure to kill him, and no one wanted that.
He rolled his eyes at the thought.
“Son, what kind of thought is on your mind that would make you roll your eyes on such a day?” Azalea asked.
“Ah, nothing important really.” He sighed, “I just find it frustrating how some people still question my love for Draco is all.”
“Oh, you mean that stupid Minister out there on the benches? Pay him no mind. Very few people know of us, and those that do will never fully understand us.”
“Yeah, you’re definitely right on that part. Draco only knows about any of this because she’ll become one soon enough.” He smiled, “I can’t wait to see how beautiful she’ll look as a Phoenix. I bet she’ll look like a goddess.”
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