The Wedding
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
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3,380
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5
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Currently Reading:
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The Wedding
A/N: Just decided to do a oneshot. Actually it became a two shot.
Hope you all enjoy!
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Draco stood in front of the mirror, trying on the formal wedding robes. The tailor smiled indulgently.
“Beautiful, Mr. Malfoy. I highly suggest this one. With your hair and coloring, this will look fabulous. I am sure the bride will approve.”
Draco stared at his reflection. The mirror nodded in approval as well.
“Fine, make the necessary arrangements for alterations and have it sent to my home.”
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Blaise stared at his friend.
“Are you sure Draco?”
“Yes, dammit! I’m sure!” He slammed down his wine glass, staring gloomily into the fire as it crackled and hissed.
Blaise looked at him with worried eyes.
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Pansy snuck up behind Draco, kissing him on the neck.
“Hey baby, you seem out of sorts. You ok? I can’t believe we get married in two days! I have waited forever for this moment. You made me wait long enough!”
Draco eyed her. Not long enough…
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“Are you fucking kidding me?? Who invited him??” Draco was a mess.
“Vincent said his name was on the invitation list, Draco! He said you told him whoever was on the list was ok to invite to the bachelor party.” Blaise was exasperated.
“Oh God! I can’t go out there. I can’t do this, Blaise. Ask him to leave!”
“Draco, relax. It’ll be ok. He won’t do anything. He’s not like that. Besides, you’re Draco Malfoy! The coolest cat I know. You can handle anything.”
Draco ran his hand through his golden locks. He adjusted his suit and smiled broadly at Blaise.
“I can do this.” He walked out to the restaurant lounge, where his friends had gathered to celebrate his upcoming nuptials.
His silver eyes swept over the group. His friends were coming to shake his hand; pat his back in congratulatory fashion; some with dire warnings of the doom that goes with marriage. He laughed at the good natured ribbing.
His eyes rested on the green ones.
Draco fought the urge to go to him; demand he come back to him. Beg him.
He smiled at Draco, coming towards him, offering his hand.
“Congratulations, Draco,” he whispered into his ear. Chills went all through his body; he managed to keep his hand from shaking.
“Thank you.” Draco’s mouth was dry. He was walking away now, his raven hair still tousled and sexy, driving Draco mad with desire. He longed to run his hands through it again.
Draco felt the emeralds on him the rest of the night.
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He was thrusting and pumping between Draco’s legs; Draco clinging to him desperately, his legs wrapped around him. The sound of his orgasmic cry brought Draco to his.
“Please…”
“No, Draco.”
“I can fix it.”
A skeptical look.
“You’re getting married tomorrow.”
“I know! You…”
“Yeah, it’s my fault.” A pained look. “I’ll leave you alone, now.” He backs away from Draco.
Draco struggles to keep himself composed.
“Are you coming tomorrow?”
No answer. He’s gone.
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“Draco? You ok, man?” Blaise asks, as he helps Draco with his robes.
“I’m fine.” Pale white face, red bloodshot eyes reflect in the mirror.
“You talked to him, didn’t you?”
A sigh.
“Draco!”
“Fuck! I know, please don’t lecture me right now. I told you to tell him to leave.”
“I thought you could handle it. It’s been a long time.”
“Not long enough, Blaise. I still love that bastard! If he had said something different last night…”
“Pansy would hunt you down, Draco. You wouldn’t have had a moment’s peace with
him.”
A quiet knock at the door. Both men turn to look. An attendant enters slowly.
“Mr. Malfoy, sorry to disturb you, but there was someone here insisting they speak with you.”
Raven hair appears around the door. A shap intake of breath from Draco; a determined face from Blaise.
A slight nod of acknowledgement to Blaise.
“I’m sorry to disturb you. I just wanted to leave you with a gift. I won’t be staying for the ceremony. Best wishes to you, Draco. And you look wonderful by the way. I love the color. She will be very happy.” He leaves the gift on the table and walks out the door, and then hesitates. “Will you?” He’s gone again.
A moan from Draco.
Vincent, Gregory, Theodore and Marcus enter, all laughing at a joke.
“Ready to go, Draco?!”
Tension from both men; Draco looks ready to bolt; Blaise looks concerned.
“What’s wrong?”
“He’s just a little nervous. Give him a minute.” Blaise walked to Marcus, the most level-headed of the group. “Keep him in here. He just had a visit from...his past.” Marcus rolls his eyes.
Blaise walks quickly. He sees him, standing down the sidewalk, drinking from a wine glass, snatched from the reception area no doubt.
“Why did you come now? Haven’t you done enough?”
“I was invited.”
“You know that was…an oversight. You are enjoying this.”
“Am I?”
“Yes, you know that seeing you would completely unnerve him. He’s ready to throw this whole thing out the window for you.”
“He wasn’t ready before.”
“Come off it! He would’ve done it then too. But you made sure that didn’t happen, with your little shenanigans! Let him go!”
“I have.”
“Bloody liar! You forget I was there for your whole relationship! I know that the two of you are no where near finished with this; even with your fucked up behavior. I know that man in there loves you desperately and would still have you back, if you just give him the word.”
“It’s too late for that, Blaise. I’m too screwed up. He deserves some kind of happiness, Pansy loves him; she will help him through this.”
A slight scuffle around the bend.
“Marcus!! I’ll be right back! I promise!”
“Draco!! Don’t do this, let him go!”
Blaise heads towards Draco. They meet at the corner.
“Draco, what are you doing? Let’s go back inside.”
“Where is he, Blaise? I have to talk to him.”
“Let him go, Draco. You are getting married today.”
Draco looks at Blaise; Marcus right behind him.
“I can’t let him go.”
“Draco,” Marcus says gently. “Pansy is waiting.”
Draco’s face sets.
“I have to talk to him, only for a minute. Please, you all don’t understand.”
Draco looks around the corner. He’s gone.
He stands there, anger and hurt racing through him.
“It’s not over. It can't be.”
"Draco, come on. It's time to do this thing." It's Blaise.
Draco looks back at the abandoned sidewalk.
please come back...
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Hope you all enjoy!
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Draco stood in front of the mirror, trying on the formal wedding robes. The tailor smiled indulgently.
“Beautiful, Mr. Malfoy. I highly suggest this one. With your hair and coloring, this will look fabulous. I am sure the bride will approve.”
Draco stared at his reflection. The mirror nodded in approval as well.
“Fine, make the necessary arrangements for alterations and have it sent to my home.”
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Blaise stared at his friend.
“Are you sure Draco?”
“Yes, dammit! I’m sure!” He slammed down his wine glass, staring gloomily into the fire as it crackled and hissed.
Blaise looked at him with worried eyes.
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Pansy snuck up behind Draco, kissing him on the neck.
“Hey baby, you seem out of sorts. You ok? I can’t believe we get married in two days! I have waited forever for this moment. You made me wait long enough!”
Draco eyed her. Not long enough…
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“Are you fucking kidding me?? Who invited him??” Draco was a mess.
“Vincent said his name was on the invitation list, Draco! He said you told him whoever was on the list was ok to invite to the bachelor party.” Blaise was exasperated.
“Oh God! I can’t go out there. I can’t do this, Blaise. Ask him to leave!”
“Draco, relax. It’ll be ok. He won’t do anything. He’s not like that. Besides, you’re Draco Malfoy! The coolest cat I know. You can handle anything.”
Draco ran his hand through his golden locks. He adjusted his suit and smiled broadly at Blaise.
“I can do this.” He walked out to the restaurant lounge, where his friends had gathered to celebrate his upcoming nuptials.
His silver eyes swept over the group. His friends were coming to shake his hand; pat his back in congratulatory fashion; some with dire warnings of the doom that goes with marriage. He laughed at the good natured ribbing.
His eyes rested on the green ones.
Draco fought the urge to go to him; demand he come back to him. Beg him.
He smiled at Draco, coming towards him, offering his hand.
“Congratulations, Draco,” he whispered into his ear. Chills went all through his body; he managed to keep his hand from shaking.
“Thank you.” Draco’s mouth was dry. He was walking away now, his raven hair still tousled and sexy, driving Draco mad with desire. He longed to run his hands through it again.
Draco felt the emeralds on him the rest of the night.
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He was thrusting and pumping between Draco’s legs; Draco clinging to him desperately, his legs wrapped around him. The sound of his orgasmic cry brought Draco to his.
“Please…”
“No, Draco.”
“I can fix it.”
A skeptical look.
“You’re getting married tomorrow.”
“I know! You…”
“Yeah, it’s my fault.” A pained look. “I’ll leave you alone, now.” He backs away from Draco.
Draco struggles to keep himself composed.
“Are you coming tomorrow?”
No answer. He’s gone.
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“Draco? You ok, man?” Blaise asks, as he helps Draco with his robes.
“I’m fine.” Pale white face, red bloodshot eyes reflect in the mirror.
“You talked to him, didn’t you?”
A sigh.
“Draco!”
“Fuck! I know, please don’t lecture me right now. I told you to tell him to leave.”
“I thought you could handle it. It’s been a long time.”
“Not long enough, Blaise. I still love that bastard! If he had said something different last night…”
“Pansy would hunt you down, Draco. You wouldn’t have had a moment’s peace with
him.”
A quiet knock at the door. Both men turn to look. An attendant enters slowly.
“Mr. Malfoy, sorry to disturb you, but there was someone here insisting they speak with you.”
Raven hair appears around the door. A shap intake of breath from Draco; a determined face from Blaise.
A slight nod of acknowledgement to Blaise.
“I’m sorry to disturb you. I just wanted to leave you with a gift. I won’t be staying for the ceremony. Best wishes to you, Draco. And you look wonderful by the way. I love the color. She will be very happy.” He leaves the gift on the table and walks out the door, and then hesitates. “Will you?” He’s gone again.
A moan from Draco.
Vincent, Gregory, Theodore and Marcus enter, all laughing at a joke.
“Ready to go, Draco?!”
Tension from both men; Draco looks ready to bolt; Blaise looks concerned.
“What’s wrong?”
“He’s just a little nervous. Give him a minute.” Blaise walked to Marcus, the most level-headed of the group. “Keep him in here. He just had a visit from...his past.” Marcus rolls his eyes.
Blaise walks quickly. He sees him, standing down the sidewalk, drinking from a wine glass, snatched from the reception area no doubt.
“Why did you come now? Haven’t you done enough?”
“I was invited.”
“You know that was…an oversight. You are enjoying this.”
“Am I?”
“Yes, you know that seeing you would completely unnerve him. He’s ready to throw this whole thing out the window for you.”
“He wasn’t ready before.”
“Come off it! He would’ve done it then too. But you made sure that didn’t happen, with your little shenanigans! Let him go!”
“I have.”
“Bloody liar! You forget I was there for your whole relationship! I know that the two of you are no where near finished with this; even with your fucked up behavior. I know that man in there loves you desperately and would still have you back, if you just give him the word.”
“It’s too late for that, Blaise. I’m too screwed up. He deserves some kind of happiness, Pansy loves him; she will help him through this.”
A slight scuffle around the bend.
“Marcus!! I’ll be right back! I promise!”
“Draco!! Don’t do this, let him go!”
Blaise heads towards Draco. They meet at the corner.
“Draco, what are you doing? Let’s go back inside.”
“Where is he, Blaise? I have to talk to him.”
“Let him go, Draco. You are getting married today.”
Draco looks at Blaise; Marcus right behind him.
“I can’t let him go.”
“Draco,” Marcus says gently. “Pansy is waiting.”
Draco’s face sets.
“I have to talk to him, only for a minute. Please, you all don’t understand.”
Draco looks around the corner. He’s gone.
He stands there, anger and hurt racing through him.
“It’s not over. It can't be.”
"Draco, come on. It's time to do this thing." It's Blaise.
Draco looks back at the abandoned sidewalk.
please come back...
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