Drarry oneshots

A series of Drarry oneshots. Don't like, don't read.
Warning: there could be some minor (or not so minor) swearing and other such things. Also some AU. Um...I think that's it for the warning...


18. I do

Draco looked at himself in the mirror. He took in his appearance. Sharp grey blue eyes, pale blond hair, handsome features. Dressed in a set of dress robes that seemed to be mainly made of a silvery grey material with the Malfoy crest embroidered on it in black. The robes were tailored to fit, and the cut was most flattering for his figure. Then again, he thought bitterly, you had to look your best for your wedding.

Why bitterly, you may ask? It was quite simple really.

While he was getting married today, Draco's heart wasn't in it. His marriage to Astoria was one of advantage, not one of love. Yes, he thought Astoria was a good woman and yes, he admired her greatly for her intelligence and beauty. Sure, he cared for her, but it was merely platonic. There was also the little problem that she was, well, of the wrong gender for him. No, all of his attentions were held by someone else. A dark haired, green eyed, world saving someone else. Harry Potter. It was really a shame that their relationship could not progress further. Draco had so wanted to spend the rest of his life with the man.

As much as he may care for Harry, Draco couldn't bring shame to Astoria's family. His was of no matter, as their reputation was in tatters either way. His father was in Azkaban, and his mother had been reluctant to let him marry Astoria as she said it wouldn't make him happy. The only thing that forced her to agree was the fact that it had been arranged at his birth, and could only be broken by him or the bride-to-be. There was only a one in a million chance that Astoria would ever resort to such measures, and since he was most certainly not going to take that option...

"Draco. Please think this through." Narcissa pleaded from where she stood behind Draco's shoulder. He met her eyes in the mirror. "You won't be happy. Who cares about reputations? If you break it off and come out at the same time, everyone will leave you alone. The family will hate you, sure, but the public will just ignore the entire thing and forget about it after a few months."


Draco's voice had an edge to it, a warning.

"I must." The words were formal and curt. A clear indicator that she should end the conversation.

Narcissa sighed, retreating a few steps.

"You look dashing." she said. The statement lacked all enthusiasm a mother usual would have spoken with on the day of her son's wedding.

"Mother, you are fooling nobody. Think of it this way: I enjoy Astoria's company and her wit, and she is a lovely woman. We are good friends. It doesn't matter that I can't cheat due to the magic binding me to her, and it doesn't matter that I'll never be able to touch anyone else with romantic or sexual purpose. We enjoy each other's company, and that is enough." Draco said firmly, almost convincing himself.

Narcissa nodded and tried to smile.

"The wedding will begin any moment now." Draco said. "Let's go."


Astoria walked down the isle in a blindingly white silk gown with chains of icy crystals woven in her hair, smiling widely. She was beautiful. And yet, no matter how much Draco tried to make himself fall in love with her, he failed. Miserably.

Astoria's father was grinning, and her sister (the bridesmaid) as well. They obviously thought that Draco and Astoria were madly in love. If only it was that simple. If only.

"Should anyone here present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold you peace."

There was silence. Draco looked at the people attending, and someone in the back caught his eye. A certain dark haired, green eyed wizard. Harry Potter. And this aforementioned dark haired, green eyed wizard looked like he was about to say something.


He quietly begged Harry not to interrupt the wedding. He couldn't, wouldn't, bring shame to the Greengrass family. That power rested solely in Astoria's hands.

"I do."

Astoria had spoken. 

Daphne looked at her sister in surprise, and then smiled fondly.

"We know you do Astoria." She then turned slightly to the people in the hall. "Wedding day jitters."

Everyone chuckled.

"No. I do. I do know a reason that 'this couple' should not be joined in holy matrimony."

Draco sucked in a breath. Could this be true? Could Astoria be willing to break off the marriage?

A shocked gasped escaped from the mouth of nearly everyone attending.

"Quite simple really. Bot me and him are in love with someone else. We were both seeing said people before all this."

Another gasp.

Astoria glanced at someone in the back of the attendants. Draco followed her eyes and saw that she was looking at a man sitting next to Harry. He seemed slightly out of place, but Draco couldn't put his fingers on it. Until he realized something. The man was wearing a muggle suit, and, every few seconds, glanced at the magical floating lights and decorations in awe. A muggle.

"So, unless Draco wishes otherwise...I call this wedding off."

Bursts of angry exclamations greeted her statement.

"Who?" asked Daphne, her voice louder as she was closer.

Astoria let her eyes linger on the muggle. 


"And you?" she questioned again, turning to Draco. Draco didn't answer.

Harry Potter rushed down the aisle to get to Draco, clutching both of the blond's hands in his when he got close enough.

"You love me?" whispered Harry, ignoring the chaos and the people trying to get to Draco and Astoria to knock some sense into them.

Draco pressed his lips softly against Harry's, conveying his emotions through this gesture.

"I love you too." Another kiss, gentle, like a butterfly resting on a flower. "Marry me?"

"Yes." Draco breathed, a smile gracing his face. From the corner of his eyes, he could see his Mother grinning.


A/N: This was short. Ah well.


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