Draco needed help. He hated to admit it, but he needed serious help. He almost needed more help now then the time Voldemort had been holding him and his parents prisoner in his own house. Why did he need someone to rescue him- the perfect, strong, independent Draco Malfoy? Because he was at the alter of his own wedding. And if something didn't happen in the next five minutes, said wedding would happen to his utter dismay. Draco looked up at his supposed lover and had to refrain from cringing. At least she looked equally unhappy.

Pansy Parkinson. She was not a bad girl by any means and she was a friend of Draco's. But this whole "let's pretend to be lovers so nobody knows Draco's dirty little secret does not get out" thing was taken way too far and blown out of proportion the minute his parents fell for the ruse. They had thought it was a splendid idea! And Draco did not dare tell them otherwise for his own sake. Tragically, Draco was not the only unhappy customer here. Pansy was head over heels in love with Blaise Zabini who had to watch this whole wedding as Draco's best man. The poor guy looked almost as much in pain as the bride and groom.

This whole masquerade of lies sickened Draco. The people closest to him were suffering all because of his weakness and his parents' obsession with the "pure blood lines" and producing another "perfect heir". Pansy was like a sister to him and Blaise, a brother. He had ruined their chances at a long, happy life together. Maybe they could have broken free of Draco's mistakes and gotten out of his shameful, crime ridden shadow. Now Pansy would be looked down on in society as Death Eater loving scum and Draco would be seen as not changed at all. He would never get his redemption.

No matter what happened though, Draco would be strong. If not for himself, then for his family and what friends he did have left. He would smother is feelings and the secret would remain with him forever. He supposed the sacrifice would be necessary for every one's good. He held in a sigh and listened to the minister drawl on. Then came the moment of truth, the moment Draco's heart almost fluttered and a small flair of hope came up inside him. He knew it would never happen, nobody would be there to save him but he could not help but scan the crowd desperately when he heard the words: "Does anyone object?"

"Does anyone object?" There was a moment of pain staking silence and Draco said a silent prayer which he figured pretty useless right about now. Of course nobody would object! This was the union every pureblood wizard and witch had dreamed of! He would restore Slytherin's name and the pureblood's former glory with this marriage. Yet all the idea did was make him uneasy and oddly sad. The silence fell like a hammer but with his acute hearing, Draco swore he heard the brush of fabric as someone stood. He dared not look for fear of disappointment or false hopes. He took his bottom lip in between perfect white teeth that were slightly pointed and bowed his handsome head in resignation. Was there truly nobod-

"I object." Those two words sliced the silence like a knife. There was long moment of tension that seemed to go on forever. Draco dared let his eyes rove over the crowd. The molten silver locked with shocking emerald green. It couldn't be...It couldn't have been! Had he really said it? Or was this a dream? This was beyond impossible. Yet when his father stood and threw the hex at the man who had said it, Draco knew this was real. With a wordless flick of the wrist the spell burst half way between the two standing men and the whole wedding erupted into absolute chaos. The minister began to back away slowly as curses were thrown and people madly began to argue amongst each other. In the helter skelter, Blaise made off with a shocked yet joyous Pansy. Draco watched them slink off with a crooked smile. Good for them in all sincerity.

"SILENCE!" The commanding shout silenced every last person and crying baby. Draco turned slowly, still as if in a dream. It was him. It could not have been anyone else. Harry Potter had just crashed his wedding, wand drawn. And Draco had never been happier to see him. The young Malfoy resisted the urge to burst out laughing at the hilarity of this all even though he had no clue what was going on.

"Potter...what is this nonsense? You were not invited to this wedding and I will have ask you to leave immediately. Or else." Lucius snarled between bared teeth. He looked quite feral at the moment, with the cat like quality all Malfoys possessed.

"Lucius I will have you know I have all the papers I need to be here. This is Ministry business. Your son cannot get married to here for the simple fact he can't marry anyone. I am stopping this to save your son's life." Potter flashed his auror's badge to reinforce his right to be there. Draco arched an elegant eyebrow. So Potter had proved himself worthy to be an esteemed auror with the Minsitry...most impressive.

"What are you talking about, my son's life? You can't kill him for getting married! Last time I checked that wasn't against your Ministry's silly little regulations." The eldest Malfoy was practically spitting fire with his eyes yet his voice retained that smooth, stoic composure. Potter almost looked bored and ran a hand through his long wild black hair. Draco would never understand the simple stupidity and arrogance that boy possessed that he could look bored and uninterested in the face of one of the most dangerous and evil wizards alive. Then again, he himself was probably the most powerful but that was besides the point. He did not have what it took to use it to it's full potential. Either that, or his heart was too soft.

"Mr. Malfoy, did you not put your son under the unbreakable curse quite a few years back? More specifically that if he married without his legal guardian's consent, then he would die?" Lucius nodded almost looking uncomfortable.

"Potter don't be a fool- of course he has my permission to marry . Now will you leave? You have already ruined what is supposed to be the best day of my son's life. Potter you have ruined quite enough for us with your meddling." Draco smirked at his father's words. If only his father knew that Potter was making this the best day of his life. He almost laughed aloud at the thought of Potter making anything good for him. It certainly was ironic.

"Well it seems that is null and void since during your time in Azkaban, you were no longer listed as Draco's legal guardian. He became a ward of the Ministry and still is." Draco froze. He did not know any of this! All that horrible abuse he had been taking from his father after he got out of Azkaban had been for nothing?! Draco was seething at this point but he decided to keep his mouth shut and see how things turned out. This was getting most interesting.

"So who exactly IS Draco's guardian, ?" Lucius hissed in a most snake like manner. A grin almost flashed over Harry's lips and his eyes took on a slight glint. But it was so fast, only Draco seemed to have caught it. Still, the corners of Potter's mouth turned slightly up as his lips parted and he answered with powerful conviction.

"I am. And I do not give permission for this wedding to go any further."


A.N. Well that certainly was fun, hehe. Please review for Draco being gorgeous and Lucius kicking ass and taking names- and be on the look out for some more chapters later in the week! sorry to leave you with the mean cliffhanger...but I could not resist.