Chapter 2 : wedding.
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Overnight, the small white hospital room had been transformed.
Room 298, assigned to Rose Weasley, was no longer the cramped room full of beeping machines and stiff furniture it had been the past few months. Scorpius was astonished. The furniture had temporarily been moved to the room next door, although the nurses were on an order to replace it as soon as possible. Rose had been strongly advised not to leave St. Mungo’s for her wedding. Her doctors had warned them of the risks, and they were positive she would not be able to handle travelling, even if only to a nearby church. So it had been decided that if Rose couldn’t go to her own wedding, they would bring the wedding to her. Although Rose was still required to wear her surgical mask to prevent herself from breathing in airborne germs, the rest of them were permitted to go without, just for the wedding.
The white walls were decked with framed photographs of Scorpius and Rose before she had contracted cancer, smiling and hugging, looking like a model young couple, deeply in love. An arch of fake flowers (real ones hadn’t been allowed for fear of bringing in viruses) created a makeshift alter at the far end of the room. A few folding chairs had been set up around the room, although only one row had been able to fit. Banners and ribbons were draped along the walls and furniture, along with sparkling strings of fairy lights. It was truly magical.
Scorpius, dressed in a black tuxedo, stood in the middle of the room, gawking around with mild interest. His blonde hair had been neatly combed to the side, his face neatly shaved. His shoes were shined so that they sparkled, his tux crisply pressed. His well-groomed appearance had been the doing of Hermione, Rose’s mother, Fleur, one of Rose’s many aunts, along with Victoire and Dominique, her cousins. The four of them had been planning the wedding vigorously. Once Scorpius had told them of Rose’s wish to be married, they had handled all of the details and mechanics, determined to help Scorpius make Rose’s final dream come true. He had simply been with Rose while they planned, determined to absorb every detail of her with the time he had left – the sparkle of her eyes, the miniscule gap in between her front teeth when she smiled.
He couldn’t help but let out a low whistle, surprised at the remarkable work they had done. It was one of the first times that Scorpius realized he wasn’t alone in this. He wasn’t the only one who loved Rose, nor was he the only one that wanted to see her happy before she closed her eyes for good. Of course, he felt as though his love was stronger than what most people felt for her, but they were her family. They were going to be in despair once she was gone, too.
“Scorpius,” called a soft voice from the other side of the room. Turning slowly, the blonde man saw an older woman standing across the room. Her thick brown curls hung down her back, and she was dressed in a lilac colored dress. The woman was Hermione Weasley, the mother of Rose. She looked much older than she had a year ago. Wrinkles lined her face, and her brown eyes were dull and empty. She, too, had been greatly affected by Rose’s cancer. She looked miserable and desperate as she called him over.
“Mrs. Weasley,” Scorpius replied, walking over to the woman, seeing her brown eyebrows knit together. His heart rate quickened. She looked anxious and upset. Did it have to do with Rose? Was she okay? What was happening? “Is everything alright?” he urgently asked, straightening up, immediately feeling concerned.
The woman brushed a brown curl behind her ear. “Yes, of course,” she said, although she looked strained. Scorpius was mildly relieved, but something still appeared to be wrong. He waited for her to continue speaking.
“Listen to me,” she said, reaching out and straightening his suit jacket, “Roes has been looking forward to this day for her entire life. As a young girl, she would plan out her wedding, figuring out which dress she was going to wear, where it would be, and who she would marry. Everything had to be perfect. She has been waiting for this day for a long, long, time. As you probably can guess, this was not how she imagined it. She never would have wanted to be married in a hospital room, so…so close to death,” Hermione choked out the words, “Yet she has made do with this. She is very excited, and she wants this is going to be the happiest day of her life.”
Nodding, Scorpius waited for her to continue. He had known about how long Rose had been waiting to get married. It was her dying wish, after all. He wasn’t sure what Hermione wanted to tell him, seeing as he already knew what she had told him so far.
“But you cannot ruin this for her. Scorpius, I know this is hard. This is terribly, terribly hard, and we’re all very depressed and heartbroken about Rose’s cancer, especially you. We’ve been treating her so carefully, as though she is a fragile child. And that is very natural, because we care about her so deeply, and we don’t want her disease to worsen. Yet if we treat Rose as if she’s dying, this is not going to be the happiest day of her life. So what I’m asking you is to forget that Rose is sick. Forget that we’re in a hospital room right now. Forget everything. This is your wedding day, and you and Rose are in love. Everything is going to be normal.”
His blue eyes widening, Scorpius nodded. Hermione was right. She was more than right- this was for Rose. This was her dying wish, her last opportunity to do something she had always wanted to do. She wanted to feel normal, and Scorpius was going to do whatever it took to make her happy. He went and sat down near the makeshift alter, waiting for the guests to arrive and for the wedding to commence.
Members of the Weasley family filed in. Some looked as though they had spent the night crying, which he was sure they had. Others wore solemn and blank expressions. A few looked mildly happy, pleased to see that Rose was finally getting married, yet also bittersweet, because it was under such dismal circumstances.
Everybody took their seats rather quickly. It was a small audience, only a hand-picked group of close family and friends. It was partly so small because of the short notice, and also because of the space. But Scorpius was content with the small crowd, seeing as a big wedding would put them on the spot. This day was meant for Rose and Scorpius, and Rose and Scorpius alone. There didn’t need to be a big crowd in order to be a wedding.
Hermione took his arm and led him into the hallway. Passing through the doorway, the minister entered the room and took his place at the altar. Draco and Astoria, his parents, were waiting for him in the hallway. Scorpius gave his parents a small, sad smile. He hadn’t spoken to them much, simply because he had been so preoccupied with Rose, but he knew they were always there for him. He took both of their arms, prepared to enter his wedding.
From outside the room, Scorpius could hear Hugo, Rose’s younger brother, start to play the cello. The song was a soft melody, one that had a few happy notes in it, but also a bittersweet sort of tone. It was perfect for a wedding, but Scorpius also knew that it was perfect for that particular situation. It was truly a bittersweet day.
Taking it step by step, Scorpius walked inside the doorway, his parents on his arms. The room was rather small, so it was only a few steps to the altar. Draco and Astoria took their seats, and Scorpius caught a glimpse of their faces, yet quickly turned away. He knew that they were both happy for them, but they also looked incredibly saddened and he wanted to stay happy for Rose.
Astoria was on the verge of tears, and Scorpius knew they weren’t joyful tears. His father’s face was blank, his mouth a straight line. He knew that they weren’t unhappy that he was getting married, because they loved Rose. Watching their son getting married to a woman who only had a few days left to live was probably very hard on them, though. He didn’t want to look at them, simply because he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold in his sorrow for much longer.
Breathing deeply, Scorpius barely noticed as the maid of honor and the best man filed in. Rose had chosen her cousin Dominique as the maid of honor, while Scorpius had picked James, another one of her cousins. Scorpius didn’t have a very close best friend, seeing as he had always considered Rose as the person closest to him, but he had always gotten on well with James and decided it would work just fine.
As the two took their spots on either side of the altar, Scorpius struggled to breathe slowly. This was all getting to be too much for him. It wasn’t that he was frightened to get married- he had always known Rose and him were going to get married one day. But she was dying. He didn’t want their marriage to start this way, because it was inevitable that he was to be widowed soon.
Scorpius felt his eyes start to water. He couldn’t do this. This wedding- it was all wrong. Of course he wanted to be married to Rose, it was all that he had ever really wanted. But not like this. Not now, not when she was days away from death.
His eyes flickered to the small group circled around the room, which he immediately knew was a mistake. Their faces were solemn, their eyes watering. Rose’s grandmother Molly was already sobbing in the corner, her face burrowed into her husbands shoulder to muffle the cries. People were trembling, struggling to remain calm for Rose. He felt a tear drip over the corner of his eye, and quickly wiped it away.
Hermione caught Scorpius’ attention. She was the only one in the room who was hiding her feelings. She looked determined to stay strong. Only the faintest signs gave away her anxiety- her trembling hands or how she was biting her bottom lip. She glared at Scorpius with such ferocity, her brown eyes burning, and her words came rushing back to him in an instant.
Blinking a few times, his tears quickly dried up. He took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to clear all thoughts of the situation from his head. Emptiness and numbness filled him. He had to get through this. No matter what happened, no matter how much it ripped his heart in two, this was Rose’s day. He would never be able to forgive himself if he ruined the last thing he would be able to do for the love of his life.
At last, Hugo began to play the wedding march. The room stood up, clutching each other for support, and turned in unison to face the door. Anticipation filled the room as Ron Weasley led his daughter into the room. Unlike normal weddings, where the fathers held their daughter by the arm, Rose leaned on her father for support.
And suddenly, the rest of the world went blank. The problems that weighed down his shoulders moments ago drifted off him, floating into the clouds as though they never existed. It seemed as though he suddenly had tunnel vision, because the world all became centered around Rose Weasley, the love of his life.
It barely registered in his mind that Rose was dressed in a gorgeous white gown and a lace veil covering her head, hiding the patchy bald spots. It didn’t register that she was so weak that her father was basically carrying her down the aisle. All he could look at was her face and how utterly perfect it was. For the first time in months, she was truly glowing. Her cheeks were rosy red, her smile lit up her blue eyes and they sparkled with delight. Rose was the center of his universe, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
She was halfway to him, and Rose couldn’t seem to get to him fast enough. She struggled to hobble faster, but it was all she could do just to walk. Leaving his place next to the minister, Scorpius rushed towards her, taking her in his arms with a grin. Rose giggled and Rose gave Scorpius a small smile. Unlike tradition, he gave the pair of them a quick hug then sat down next to his wife. Rose didn’t seem to mind that Scorpius had to carry her up to the altar. He placed her gently on her feet, never letting go as he embraced her, keeping her steady in his arms as they both looked expectantly towards the minister.
“Dear friends and family, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy and Rose Jane Weasley…” the minister began, speaking to the room aloud. That was all Scorpius registered, however, because he was looking at Rose yet again, staring into her eyes, watching them sparkle and feel happier than he had ever been before in his life.
The vows, the rings, the signatures… they passed in a blur. All that mattered to Scorpius right now was Rose and Rose alone. Who cared that their time was ticking away? All that mattered was this moment, because he and Rose were bonded together, and it was never clearer to him that she was his soul mate.
She was his, and he was hers: simple as that. Time, cancer, sadness, and tears didn’t matter, because here in this moment, they were together, and they were happy.
A/N: Hey guys ^_^ Thanks for the lovely reviews on the first chapter I posted, and my apologies for taking so long to update. This chapter was really difficult to write, and I wrote it in fractions over a long period of time because my muse was only here occasionally. Also, I'm pretty active on PW (a RP site associated with HPFF) and my life suddenly got really busy over winter break. But enough excuses- I should be back to update this and post new stories more often!
Anyway, I hope you guys like this! I'm a bit nervous about how it turned out, so reviews are incredibly appreciated. No matter what your opinion was, a review always makes my day- even if you only have time to jot down a sentence or tell me if you didn't like it, I really do check for reviews often, and I ALWAYS respond. Thanks for reading!
OH! One last thing- I apologize in advance for any issues with spelling/grammar/punctuation and the works. I just wrote the last half of this chapter very quickly and I wanted to post it ASAP, so I didn't really check over it... so yeah. Sorry if you spot any.
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