He had no idea what he was doing there.
He had received the invitation, right, but still - what was Draco truly doing there? He wasn't part of his friends, he had never been part of his life - hell, most people sitting on those chairs had been bullied for Malfoy during their entire school life. It wasn't right.
They had not seen him, that much Draco could say for sure - otherwise he would be receiving weird looks or people would be whispering behind his back. Instead, everyone looked happy, like he had never seen most of them before. They were enjoying themselves, celebrating such a special day; none of them had that pain in their chest, that thing stuck down Draco's throat that made him slowly suffocate - that wish to turn away, to walk off the whole thing, never looking back.
But he couldn't. He just… couldn't.
Draco had to watch as the ceremony went on, from where he was, a little far off the tent on the Weasley's property. Granger - or should he call her Mrs. Weasley, now? Sure suited her - had allowed him passage, she was probably the only one who knew; he had no idea of why she had allowed such thing, but by the way Hermione had whispered "try not to ruin anything for him', something told him she had a strong guess.
And, standing there in his corner, he kept his promise. It didn't matter how much he wanted - and Merlin, he wanted - Draco didn't move a muscle. He left them get to the altar, swallowing it hard when she started doing her vows. It was hard to hear from where he was standing, but it didn't matter; either way, the only thing he would probably listen coming from her mouth was the words of victory.
"He is mine, now. I won."
The poor thing probably didn't even know she had competition.
When it was time for him to make his vows, however, there was a short silence, when he turned his head just a couple of inches, just enough to make their eyes met; the icy blue against the emerald green, fire and ice that fought each other for so long… saying goodbye one last time. Draco could hear all things left unsaid, the 'could have been's flashing right before his eyes. It last less than a second, time enough to make a tear flow down his left eye.
And then Harry turned around, proceeding with his wedding.
"They make a cute couple", someone said. Draco didn't even noticed when the short figure approached, standing right next to him, a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
"What are you doing here, Astoria?" he asked. Astoria, Daphne Greengrass' younger sister, gave him a smile, throwing the cigarette away.
"Ginny and I… we were sort of friends. Or we tolerate each other, whatever," she shrugged, drinking the rest of her drink. "You and Potter…?"
"Sort of", he repeated the gesture. It wasn't true, but she didn't need to know.
"So I don't think we should stick around for the party", she winked and that was the first time he actually noticed her.
The dark, messy hair. The deep green eyes. Just like two emeralds.
Just like his.
"Do you want to do something else?" he suggested, giving her his hand. Before they both apparated out of the property, he looked back one more time.
But this time, there was no one staring back at him.
