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Chapter 11: Wedding Day.
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It's like rain on your wedding day
'No,' I told him, 'I won't'
He stared at me for a moment, contemplating his reply, 'And why not?'
Standing up, I answered, 'It wouldn't be right for me to just take you back, Lysander'
'Why?' He repeats as he stands up to trump my height, 'Because I was due to be married to some other woman who I didn't love?'
I shoot him a look that says, "well, yeah."
'That's not a good enough reason not to be with someone,' He tells me as he follows me into the kitchen.
Is he really that idiotic to know that, for a girl, that is a perfectly reasonable excuse not to be with someone?
'It just isn't right,' I respond, 'Besides, what would Rose think? Victoire, even. They'd never understand'
Grabbing hold of my wrist, he pulls me back through the kitchen doorway so that he can hold my small frame to his own larger one as he says quietly, 'They don't have to'
Pulling away from his grasp, I reply harshly, 'Yes, they do. They're my bestfriend and sister.'
'They only want you to be happy,' He states for a fact as I stand on my tiptoes in order to get a glass from a cuboard.
'How do you know that you make me happy?' I say, slightly more mean than originally intended, whilst filling my glass.
Taking the glass from my hand, he places it on the side. 'Are you trying to suggest that I don't make you happy?'
Rolling my eyes, I take back my glass. 'Is that a trick question?' I retort.
He smirks at me. 'Not a trick, just a simple yes or no answer will do'
Sighing, I quietly admit, 'You used to make me happy'
He spares me the questioning glance as I walk past him with my glass in hand so that I can return to my hand-written notes from earlier.
'What are you doing?' He asks as he follows me back into the living room and takes a seat beside me.
'Trying to figure out what to do with mister 'stins house,' I answer as I place my glass down on the coffee table, happy at the change in subject.
'Can I help?' He questions as he glances at the several screwed up pieces of paper on the floor.
I nod in reply and he leans over to pick up a piece of paper and my quill that I had previously been using. I watch silently as he scribbles something on the paper
and then folds it up and places it back on the table next to the other bits of used paper.
'What are you doing?' I ask curiously as he sets my quill back onto the table.
Standing up, he sends me one of his lazy smirks. 'I best be off, Dom,' He tells me instead of answering my previous question.
With a small, half-hearted wave of his hand, he turns and heads towards the front door.
I stare at him as he leaves, wondering why he didn't just apparate. Stupid wizard.
When i'm positive that he's left, I pick up the folded piece of paper and un-fold it. On it were written four simple words, making up one pretty serious question.
Move in with me?
'What am I supposed to do?' I ask Rose and Victoire as I sit at Victoire's breakfast table later that day.
'What do you want to do?' Victoire questions me.
I hate it when people answer my questions with another question.
Reading over the piece of paper for the hundredth time, Rose mumbles a few unidentifiable words before looking up at me, 'Well,' she comments with a small smile, 'You know what he wants, at least'
I roll my eyes at how obvious that statement was. 'I didn't come here to have you point out the obvious to me, Rose,' I retort dryly.
'You know what would help?' She says suddenly as she puts the paper down again, 'If we go shopp-'
'Before you even suggest that we go shopping,' I interupt, 'Let me suggest something first, okay?'
She nods to signal that she's listening to my idea.
'Shopaholics anonymous,' I grin at her.
'Teddy suggested the same thing last week when I came home with several new outfits for Dora,' Victoire tells us with a small flick of her wrist as if she was brushing away the whole concept, 'I told him that I didn't have a problem though'
'You're in denial, that's why,' I retorted.
Rose sipped from her cup of tea before replying, 'I bet that Teddy said that too'
Victoire smirked at us, proving Rose's comment that he had.
Deciding that we had gone way of topic, I moaned, 'I don't know what to do!'
'Just move in with him already,' Victoire instructed lazily.
I blinked, 'What?'
Without looking up from her cup of tea that she was now staring at with curiosity, Rose explained, 'Everyone knows that you want to, Dom, even if you don't know it yourself.'
When I said nothing in return, Victoire added, 'You're only looking for excuses not to be with him now, but other than the ones you already know, there are no others'
They were on a role now as Rose chipped in, 'Yeah. I mean, we're not suggesting that he's perfect-'
'Far from it,' Victoire supplied.
Rose nodded in agreement before continuing, 'But you can't fool us, Dom, we know that you're not over him'
I just stared at them, waiting for more.
'This is the part where you agree with us and run off to confess your un-dying love for the bloke,' Victoire smirks at me.
'I think that you're getting a little too carried away with the love part there, Victoire,' I told her as I pushed my chair back and stood up.
'I second that,' Rose said from her seat, 'But still,' she added when I still hadn't left, 'Go tell him that you want to live with him'
'That's the only pep talk you're getting from us, Dominique,' Victoire drawled sarcastically when I still hadn't moved.
I smirked at her as I replied, 'Obviously you're not that great at them then'
She winked, 'Obviously not. Now get going, lover-girl'
I couldn't help but laugh as I apparated away from her.
4 MONTHS LATER.
I watched quietly as Lysander flicked through the pages of his newspaper and sipped at his coffee. He was leaning back in his chair at the kitchen table which had an empty plate placed infront of him.
Sighing, I placed my elbows against the table opposite him and rested my chin on my hands.
Ignoring me, he continued with scanning his newspaper for any interesting news.
Waiting untill he had placed his mug down on the table, I pushed my chair back so that it scraped noisily across the floor and stood up. I then walked around the table and grabbed the newspaper from his hands, scrunched it into a ball and chucked it into a corner of the room before sitting on his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck.
Immediately, he put his arms around my waist and shot me a questioning look.
'I'm bored,' I announced, 'You're boring'
'I'm flattered you think so,' He commented sarcastically.
'Entertain me,' I whined.
He leant in and placed a quick kiss on my lips.
'Still bored,' I complained.
He chuckled which recieved a playfull glare from me.
'I want to do something.. different,' I said thoughtfully.
He smirked at me as he pretended to think about all the posibilities, 'How about..' he paused for a moment to continue pretending to think, 'How about you marry me?'
I glared at him for real this time and gently slapped him on the shoulder. 'That's not even funny, Lysander. Why would you joke about something like that?'
He shook his head, 'It wasn't a joke,' he told me seriously, 'I wasn't joking'
I conisdered him for a moment before getting up off his lap and walking away.
'I wasn't even joking!' He called after me without getting up to follow me as I walked out of the room.
As I listened to the water running, I knew that Lysander was in the shower. Pushing open our bedroom door, I walked around to his side of the bed and stared at his bedside table. Opening the top drawer, I sifted through several scraps of paper; a picture from Hogwarts of me, Lysander, Lorcan, Rose and Albus on the last day of school; another picture of me and Lysander dancing together at the family ball a few years back when we first got together; and a couple of other random objects and pictures.
Shutting that drawer, I opened the second one down which was filled with even more crap than the first.
A small black box in the corner of the drawer caught my attention and as I lifted it from the drawer, I knew that it was what I had been looking for. Inside the box was a small silver ring with a simple clear diamond in the middle.
I sat on the edge of the bed, just staring at the ring as it sat peacefully in the box.
Time seemed forgotten to me untill Lysander spoke, 'I see you found the ring,' he didn't sound angry which a part of me was relieved by.
Finally deciding to look up at him, I realised that he was still standing in the doorway with only a white towel around his waist.
'Ask me again,' I demanded as I held the box out for him to take.
He glanced down at his attire and then back up with a confused expression, 'I'm wearing a towel'
I grinned at him, 'I know. I don't care'
He took the box from my hand and awkwardly got down on both his knees, I had to hide the smirk that would no doubt ruin the moment.
'Will you, Dominique Weasley, marry me?' He asked in a way that is slightly more appropriate than how he had asked me earlier.
I nodded, as I responded, 'Mhm,' and with a smile, I confirmed properly, 'Of course I will, Lysander Scramander'
He grinned at me as he placed the ring on the correct finger.
'Urgh,' I complained jokingly as I thought of what had just happened, 'We're turning into one of those soppy lovey-dovey couples, aren't we?'
He chuckled, 'Don't worry, Dom, I think that we'd both prefer it if we didn't'
'Phew,' I exclaimed, relieved that he didn't want the whole roses and candlelight dinner thing with romantic boat trips and watery eyed proposals.
7 MONTHS LATER
'Trust it to rain on your wedding day,' Rose complained as she made her way over to me and Lysander - the officially "happy couple". In all honesty, I had to try very hard not to snort when people had come up to us after the ceremony and told us that.
'I don't mind,' I told her, 'I happen to like the rain'
'Let's just be thankful that your mother thought it would be a good idea to have a giant tent put up.'
'I wouldn't mind having a dance in the rain,' I admitted as I glanced sideways at Lysander.
Rose grinned at us, 'I'm pretty sure you're the only one'
I smirked at her, 'Yes, well, I am rather unique'
'That you are,' Victoire agreed as she walked over to us, hand in hand with baby Dora who had been my lovely little flower girl. She wore a small pink dress which made her look slightly like a fairy as we had added a few daisies to her hair.
I had gone for the traditional white wedding dress. It was simple yet elegant and flared out slightly at my waist in plain silk. It was strapless and the only detailed piece of it was the large bow that was tied at the back.
I had been told by several members of the family that it was "perfect", but then again, who isn't told that about their dress at their wedding?
'I want to dance,' I announced happily as I took Lysander's hand in mine and lead him outside into the rain.
He chuckled when he realised that I wanted to dance in the pouring rain in an extremly expensive wedding dress, but I didn't care.
Luke smiled at me as I passed him and without stopping, I returned the gesture kindly.
'It's raining pretty hard out there-'
I cut Lysander off, 'Then we'll get wet.'
As he went to pull out his wand from his back pocket, I added, 'No. Don't do that.. I want to dance in the rain.'
He grinned as he pocketed his wand once more and was pulled out from under the shelter of the tent and into the heavy rain outside.
It was getting late now and the stars were out. Along with a stunning half moon which provided some light for us in the darkness of the night.
Once we were far enough away from the entrance of the tent to have some privacy but not too far away so that we could still hear the soft music that came from inside, we stopped and turned so that we were facing each other.
Lysander placed both hands on my waist as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me.
As we danced slowly to the gentle music, I thought about how far we had come from back when we were in Hogwarts and how much I had matured over the years.
I snorted out loud at that thought. As if I, Dominique Scamander, would ever be considered as mature.
With a smile, Lysander ignored my rather sudden snort and whispered, 'I love you, Dominique.'
And for the first time as his wife, I replied happily, 'I love you too, Lysander'
Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you,
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out.
Author's note: EDITED 5th APRIL. Although it's still a bit too cheesy for my liking, I just had to come back and edit the ending of this story into something just a little bit more Dom-ish :D
Thankyou's: A big thankyou to everyone who reviewed throughout this story, you lot are absolute stars! Also, a special thanks to LindaSnape for her idea about sending Rose and Victoire to Shopaholics Anonymous :D
Spin-off stories? There are a few loose ends in this story between the other couples and so I have decided to write a couple of spin-off stories for them.
But which one(s), if any, should I do?