Here you were, walking out of the wedding chapel in your large white gown, hand-in-hand with your new husband. You were rushed into a limousine by security and then finally driven away from the chaotic mess of reporters, all taking pictures of you two, a "Just Married" sign on the back of the car.

The Malfoy's had paid your parents to marry you off to their son, Draco. Despite your, and his, many protests. The marriage was one of convenience - the only purpose being money, and neither of their parents even considering their opinions on it.

"Thank god that's over..." Draco grumbled, undoing his bowtie before folding his arms over his chest. "I couldn't take smiling for the cameras anymore."