A Slow Beginning to a Happy Ending
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lesyeuxvertsTitle: A Slow Beginning to a Happy Ending
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Pairing: Draco/Neville (Draco/Astoria)
Prompt: wedding
Warnings: a bit of angst
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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faynia - happy holidays!
Draco's mother has been fussing over all of the details; the dozens of white roses, the seating arrangements for dinner, the angle of the lighting in the cathedral. Draco waves it all away - he has other things to worry about.
Astoria is enthralled with the preparations, and Draco sees her as little as possible. When he can get away, he tells his mother that he's going down to the greenhouse to take care of the flowers, and he is.
He goes down to see Neville, and talks with him for hours. The flowers bloom around them - sometimes at Neville's bidding and sometimes of their own accord. "Plants like to grow where and when they will," Neville said with a broad smile. "There's only so much we can do to change them. They're not very orderly."
Draco brushed the dirt from the hem of Neville's sleeve and listened to him talk; learned endless details about marigolds; the habitat of the venomous tentacula, the problem of the gypsy moths; the sunlight and the shade and the regulation of the greenhouse; he learned it all.
When it was time for the wedding, the roses were beautiful - Draco had helped Neville teach them to grow, and had harvested them and helped to arrange them in vases.
Astoria stood at the altar with a white dress and a sour-milk expression on her face, and Neville ... Neville was there watching. He didn't say anything, but there was a vase of roses waiting for Draco after the reception. Neville had sent them, Draco was sure of it. All would be well.
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Pairing: Draco/Neville (Draco/Astoria)
Prompt: wedding
Warnings: a bit of angst
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: For
faynia - happy holidays!Draco's mother has been fussing over all of the details; the dozens of white roses, the seating arrangements for dinner, the angle of the lighting in the cathedral. Draco waves it all away - he has other things to worry about.
Astoria is enthralled with the preparations, and Draco sees her as little as possible. When he can get away, he tells his mother that he's going down to the greenhouse to take care of the flowers, and he is.
He goes down to see Neville, and talks with him for hours. The flowers bloom around them - sometimes at Neville's bidding and sometimes of their own accord. "Plants like to grow where and when they will," Neville said with a broad smile. "There's only so much we can do to change them. They're not very orderly."
Draco brushed the dirt from the hem of Neville's sleeve and listened to him talk; learned endless details about marigolds; the habitat of the venomous tentacula, the problem of the gypsy moths; the sunlight and the shade and the regulation of the greenhouse; he learned it all.
When it was time for the wedding, the roses were beautiful - Draco had helped Neville teach them to grow, and had harvested them and helped to arrange them in vases.
Astoria stood at the altar with a white dress and a sour-milk expression on her face, and Neville ... Neville was there watching. He didn't say anything, but there was a vase of roses waiting for Draco after the reception. Neville had sent them, Draco was sure of it. All would be well.
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Date: 2008-12-31 05:35 pm (UTC)