Flowers in The Garden
By Tasha
Genre: Romance/Drama
Pairing: DracoHermione
Summary: She was the queen of gypsys, he was the young lord about to marry. Can
their love survive against all the rules? DracoHermione AU Set in 1810 England.
Status: WIP. ThreeShot
Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: This is the last installment. Enjoy.

"This is it, son." Lucius said to his son, who was putting on his groom's clothes.

Draco just nodded, and looked forlornly at his reflection in the mirror.

Lucius saw his son's face, and knew something was wrong. As the servant was finished with helping Draco put on his clothes, Lucius tried to confront him.

"What's wrong. Draco?" He asked.

"Nothing." Draco replied, not looking at his father.

Lucius paused, then spoke again. "Son, I've known you for exactly sixteen years, eight moons, two days and ten hours."

"And what might your point be? We don't see each other much." Draco asked.

"Yes, that is true." He replied. "But I know how you behave and when you are not alright." He looked down, then looked at his son's reflection in the mirror. "I repeat, what's wrong?"

Draco slowly turned around and walked over to sit down next to his father. He sighed, and looked at his father. "I don't want to get married."

"Why not?" Lucius asked with an eyebrow raised.

"I'm in love."

"So you think that it's strange to be in love with your fiancée?" Lucius' eyebrow was raised higher.

"No," Draco said, "I'm not in love with Pansy."

"Then who is this lucky lady you fancy?"

"Hermione Granger." Draco took a big breath, expecting his father to shout at him.

"That gypsy girl?" Lucius said, confused, then chuckled. "Well, if you truly love her, then why didn't you say so?"

Draco loosened up. "What?"

"If you said that before, I would've cancelled the wedding." Lucius said as if it were an everyday thing.

"Are you serious? I thought that it was my duty…" He began, but was cut-off.

"It wasn't your duty. We just thought it was the best for you. With her connections, you might do well in your job, but seeing as you are a Malfoy," Lucius said proudly. "Without her connections, you would still earn ten thousand a month, in the least."

"You're not upset that I want to marry Hermione instead of Pansy?" Draco said, incredulously.

"I'm not." Lucius said, looking out the window, then puffed out his chest. "We're the richest family in all of England, other than the royal family, of course."

"What about mother?"

"She's fine." Lucius said calmly. "What matters is what you feel. Now, it's your choice. Marry Pansy and become so rich that England would become bankrupt and be deaf for the rest of your life, or be happy, and not marry her at all."

"Thank you, father." Draco said, with a small smile, and left the room.


Draco stood there in front of the altar. His best man, Blaise, right beside him, and the priest, who tried to not lose his patience, standing right in front of him.

He looked at his pocket watch, the bride was half an hour late.

"She'll be here in a moment." Draco said to the priest, who nodded.

"What is she? Fashionably late? Fashionably late is five minutes! Not a life time!" Blaise whispered.

Draco just rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, I thought you talked to your father? He said it was okay if you didn't want to…"

"I did, and he was alright with that. The thing I'm worried about is Pansy…" Draco said.

"Ah, yes. The banshee of Parkinson Manor."

"Oh shut up." Draco said, trying not to laugh.

"Well, it is true. Do you see how she complains?" Blaise put on his Pansy impression and said in a shrill voice. "Drakie, why didn't you put that coat on?"

"That was nothing, when she stayed in the Malfoy Manor, she was wearing curlers and a robe, wandering around the halls, trying to find my room."

"For what?" Blaise said, confused.

Draco coughed.

"That's disgusting."


"So she's a banshee and a…" Blaise began, but he was cut off as the wedding march was played on the organ.

Everyone in the chapel stood up and faced the chapel's opened doors. There stood Pansy, in a white wedding gown, smiling, with her hand entwined with her father's. As she walked down the aisle, she smiled at her friends and family, smirked at those who were giving her jealous looks.

As she reached the altar, her father gave her one last look, a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and sat down.

The organ player ended the wedding march, and the priest clapped his hands together.

"Dearly beloved," he began. "We gather here today to witness to bare witness the joining of Lord Draco Luicus Malfoy and Lady Pansy Elizabeth Parkinson."

Draco looked behind him; his parents were smiling, but they didn't look as if they were happy. He looked at the doorway, there he saw, gypsies, picking flowers from the garden outside the chapel.

"Today these two people will leave the chapel as one, devoted, happily-married couple. But before they leave, I must ask: Does anyone here have a reason why these two should not wed? If not, speak now and forever hold your peace." The priest said, and paused.

Everyone stayed silent, but Draco struggled with something in his heart. Thoughts came rushing in his head, he heard voices, his father, telling him to do what he wants, and Hermione, who says that she really does love him. But what should he do? His palms started to sweat, and he knew what he was about to do.

"I-I do." He stuttered.

The whole chapel was filled with the buzz. Why would the groom stop his own wedding? And to make it more unbelievable, to a beautiful woman that no man in his right mind could resist? Everyone whispered, telling their neighbors about rumors and whatever they've heard about him.

Pansy leaned in to Draco and whispered hurriedly. "This is just nerves right? You, blurting that out? I don't know if you know how a wedding works, and that wasn't the time to say 'I do'."

Draco finally got a hold of himself, and the priest asked calmly. "What is your reason to stop this marriage to go any further?"

Draco smiled, he turned behind, his parents nodded knowingly, he turned to his right, Blaise gave him the thumbs up.

"I'm in love."

Pansy laughed worriedly. "It's just his nerves, he's so in love that he forgot where he was…"

"No, really. I'm in love." Draco repeated. He turned around and rushed through the aisle and ran through the doorway.

He grabbed his horse and rushed out the block, heading for his mansion, rushing past passer-bys. He had to go quickly, Hermione and the other gypsies were about to leave that day.

As he arrived, he saw them packing. The twins lead the horses to the caravans, the children were ushered in by a red-haired woman, and a man with jet-black hair were taking the pots and pans and putting them in the caravan.

But the one that caught his eye, the one he was trying to find all along, was a certain brown haired woman wearing a bandana, taking sheets that were drying on a line.

Draco sighed, tried to catch his breath, straightened his suit and cleared his throat. Hermione looked his way, bewildered, but smiled none the less. She ran into his arms and embraced.

And that was it.


A/N: Oh the fluff… Sorry it took me so long to update.