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"By the power vested in me by the ministry of magic, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife." The pastor announced.

The multiple lamps situated above our heads exploded into golden streamers.

"You may now kiss the bride." He said.

Mattheo looked at me as I frowned. I did not want to kiss him. There was an awkward silence in the room, everyone was waiting for us to kiss.

I looked around and saw my mom. She gave me a reassuring nod and I turned back to Mattheo.

He slightly leaned forward and I did too. Our lips met for a split second and everyone cheered. The golden streamers over our heads turned into an infinity symbol.

We pulled apart very quickly and looked at each other before walking down the aisle.

Once we got to our room, it was time to change into something more comfortable. Only we were in the room.

He stood in the far corner and said, "You know that was all just for show. Don't go thinking I actually wanted to kiss you."

"Don't worry, neither did I." I snapped back at him. He scoffed as I removed the veil from my head.

I went to the closet and got out my dress for the rest of the evening.

"Could you, um turn around or something?" I asked.

He smirked devilishly and I narrowed my eyes at him. After a few moments he raised his hands in defeat and turned around.

I changed out of my wedding dress and into the reception one. Once I was done I let my hair down.

I turned around to see Mattheo sitting on the bed with his back to me.

I patted his shoulder and tilted my head towards the lawn. He sighed and got up.

We reluctantly held each others hands and left the room. A long table had been set out with a dance floor beside it.

"Here come the bride and groom of the evening, give them a huge round of applause!" The MC declared and I quickly put on a fake smile. Everyone clapped loudly and multiple flashes were seen.

"They will now have their first dance as husband and wife!" He said again. I groaned at the thought but went along with it. As if I had a choice.

We walked to the center of the floor and I held one of his hands. He put the other on my waist while I held onto his shoulder.

The music began and we started dancing. We locked eyes almost immediately.

"You know I really do hate you." He said as he twirled me around.

"The feeling is mutual." I said as we danced around the floor.

The dance was full of passion, hate and lust.

It felt as if we were the only two people who mattered in the world right now.

"You remember what happened last night?" He said while smirking.

"We were drunk, I assure you that will never happen again." I said. He picked me up and turned me a bit more before he put me down.

His eyes were now filled with hate but something else was emerging. Lust.

We danced like two swans. With no care about anyone in the world.

"You are my wife now. Maybe talk a bit more... Modestly." He said as we switched positions and continued turning.

"Unfortunately I am. Also I never was one for modesty, I find it rather... suppressing." I said as the music started to come to an end.

He dipped me down and I went in for a kiss. Our lips attached again. His felt so soft against mine.

He pulled me up again and we bowed before taking our seats.

Everyone cheered. They probably thought the words we exchanged were of love like no two individuals could be more in love, but it was exactly the opposite, no two individuals could have more haltered.

A few people stood up to give toasts, none of which I cared about. I was sitting near the very head of the table, but I had caught eyes with someone else.

A woman, not older than myself was sitting somewhere in the middle of the table. She had a deranged yet graceful look on her face.

She was seated beside Bellatrix Lestrange and Rodolphus Lestrange. I could only assume she was their daughter, one many had heard about.

There were rumors, nasty ones at that about her. Some I choose to believe whereas some were too vile.

Her name was Camellia Lestrange. She looked over at me and rose from her seat.

She walked over to where I was seated.

"Hello, Y/N!" She said in a sugary voice.

"Hello, Camellia." I replied with the same tone. She never was very pleasant. Even on our family vacations.

"Congratulations! You must be so happy, married to Mattheo. You really hit the jackpot didn't you?"

I gave her a fake smile and stopped myself from rolling my eyes.

"Then again you don't seem the type to care about the noble cause of blood purity." She said her voice laced with venom.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well it's quite clear in your choice of friends isn't it? Associating with Mud bloods and Half-blood's alike, and I thought you could sink no lower."

"Camellia the fact is that if I do 'sink any lower' then I would be at the same level as you! No no one would appreciate that now would they. After all I'm not one to discriminate on basis of blood type, am I?" I said, the sarcasm clear in my voice.

"You'll pay for that." She huffed.

"I'm shaking" I scoffed before she left.

I turned my head back to the table. She was at Hogwarts with us. Seventh year. Merely a year older than me.

Mattheo was staring into nothingness, clearly bored from the whole situation.

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Now that everyone had eaten it was time for me to throw the bouquet. I picked it up and walked to the front of the hall.

I turned around and tossed it with my whole might. I looked behind to see that....

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I hope you liked this update! I had a lot of fun writing this one! I hope you liked Camellia Lestrange. Once again Bellatrix isn't Mattheo's mother. If you want to know what Camellia looks like you can check the authors note (1st part) again!

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