Hidden | Draco Malfoy, 18+

E p i l o g u e

Four years later.

Navy looked at the stick in her hand. Her fingers shook around it as she impatiently waited for the signs to show.

She hadn't let out a breath for two minutes. She didn't dare to. Never had she been as scared as she was now.

Absolutely terrified. Navy was so frightened that she had to force herself to blink, and just as she did — something faded upon that stick. Her face fell at the results of it.

''Darling,'' Pansy called out for her from outside the bathroom door. Her knuckles collided with the wood, ''Are you alright in there?''

Shaking her head, she hunched, opening the bathroom cabinet underneath the sink with shakings limbs, and she tucked the test into her toiletry bag. Swallowing hard as she stretched back up, she gripped the ceramics.

''Navy?'' She asked again, sounding worried now, ''Are you—''

''Fine,'' Her forced voice caused her friend to frown outside that door. She knew it did. She didn't have to see Pansy understand that she was suspicious of how she'd been acting for the past couple of weeks.

She had asked, over and over, but Navy never gave her a clear answer. She didn't quite know how to yet, ''I'm fine, Pans. I'm just getting ready, but I'll be right out.''

Pansy hummed something inaudibly in response before she caught her pace back and forth, ''We only have a few more minutes, you know.''

Navy gave herself a swift look in the mirror, combing her hair off her shoulders, and she fixed the slightly smudged mascara underneath her left eye. She had been crying. No one could know that she had. She couldn't tell them, not yet.

Unlocking the door and turning the lights off, she walked out.

''Wow,'' Pansy smirked, walking up to her with quick steps. Her heels echoed along the floorboards, ''If I knew that these kinds of white dresses existed when I got married — perhaps I should've worn white anyway.''

Navy smiled warmly as she inhaled, huffing out deeply, ''Do you think I can do this?'' She asked, hesitantly, ''Get married?''

Pansy gave her a dry look before she turned around in the champagne-colored silk she was wearing. She let Pansy take the steering wheel when it came to her wedding, and she allowed her best friend to decide everything about it.

Apparently, she was out looking for bridesmaid's dresses one day, and she found the one she was dressed in now. That was her inspiration for the whole set of Navy's wedding. Pansy didn't choose a dress to go with the wedding. She planned the wedding to go with her dress.

It turned out beautiful, intimate, emotional.

''You're not as bright as you used to be, darling.'' Pansy peered over her shoulder, looking back at her with a playful grin, ''I know it scares you, the wedding and marriage part. You've waited four years for this to happen, and if you're not ready, we can call it off. It won't change anything. You know it won't. He has been waiting years for you to feel comfortable, and he'll wait more. You know he will. I mean, it's Draco. He'd do anything for you.''

Navy's smile slightly faded as she peered down at the floor. She wasn't much for the idea of marriage, of getting married and having a wedding, not after her history of being engaged. She felt like she didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve this life of being the wife to the love of her life.

Once, she promised to marry someone else, someone that ended up hurting her tremendously instead, and she didn't feel like she was worthy of giving that promise to the man who brought her back together.