A Wedding in Paris
Hermione sat on the floor of the Blue Salon of her fiancé's home in Paris, and frowned at the Muggle magazine in front of her. "Why is it that all these models look so wretched and dismal? Shouldn't a bride look happy?"
Lucius Malfoy glanced up from his chair and said dryly, "I'm still surprised to see you adhering to the silly Muggle notion of dressing their virgin sacrifices in white."
Hermione held up a glossy photo in response, captioning in a whiny tone, "My life is so tragic! I'm wearing a £30,000.00 dress...and the beading is HEAVY. Ugggggggggggggh!"
"What about this one?" Ginny pointed at a gown and sipped her champagne. According to the redhead, a bottle of Dom was an acceptable aperitif to any meal, including breakfast.
"No, she's drowning in lace and tulle. She looks like she's in a war with the cake."
"This one?"
"I would need actual breasts for that one."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "You have breasts. Just not…large ones. Alright then, what's wrong with this one?"
"Sequins? You're joking, right? Severus would kill me."
"They're tastefully done, and if there were ever a day you could pull off sequins as a Malfoy-Snape…"
"Darling, can't we just…not have a fuss? I'm hating the idea of marrying in Paris more every day. I'll put up with it in order to be married, but can't we just…skip the getting married part?"
"This has nothing to do with Paris; you loved Paris the last time we were here. Is this about the dress again?"
"Please, Lucius. Can't we please just go to the Parisian Ministry and sign and call it done?"
"Love, you'll break Severus' heart and you know it; he's never had the chance to have a fuss made over him for something good before."
"Hide it all you like, but I know you're enjoying this." The warm tenor of her husband's voice whispering in the ear of her other husband caught Hermione's attention.
"I am magically bound-forever-to one of the wealthiest wizards in Britain and a young, lovely intelligent witch. Better still, I'm not even the oldest one in our little triangle. The honour of being the old perv goes firmly to you. Do you see me complaining?"
"You're enjoying being the center of a good fuss, too."
Hermione suppressed a smile.
"That? Hardly. I've only stayed this long for the cake."
The snow started falling just as they arrived home, and Hermione let out a shriek of glee. "Snow, fire, champagne, cake and two wizards in Paris. Perfect!"
"I hate snow." Severus removed his cloak and scowled out the large bay window.
"You hate everything when people are watching. I suppose if I were to remove this wretched gown, you'd hate that, too."
"I didn't say that!" Severus looked at a smirking Lucius and reiterated, "I never said that."
"If she doesn't take if off we can always start without her."
"It's just that I live in Scotland…"
"Severus, come on!"
A/N: Thank you for reading! I would love to hear your thoughts.This is actually being posted here a little late--it made it's debut at the SSHG Newbie community, and also has a home on FFN.