In the Cold Light of Morning

Summary: In a moment of drunken stupidity, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy got married in Las Vegas at Ron s bachelor party. This sets of a stream of events that lead them to some rather starting realizations and possibly find each other.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, it's characters, affiliates or anything found in the books or movies really. They are sole property of J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. Story is based on haiiro-no-tenshi's H/D drawing which can be found here: .com/gallery/9548449#/d37rz4w/U

Chapter 1: In the Cold Light of Morning

"What the hell happened last night?" These were the first words that Draco Malfoy asked himself when he woke up with a splitting headache and legs that felt like they ve been hit by the Jelly-Legs Jinx.

Despite the rampaging hippogriffs in his head, Draco tried to figure out what happened during last night's events. It was Ron Weasley's bachelor party, and ho, behold! He decided to have it in Sin City itself! Well, the Wizarding part of Sin City, but Sin City nonetheless. It came as a shock to the young Ministry worker when Ron Weasley himself sauntered into his office with a grin on his face and invited him to his bachelor party.

Not sure whether it was a joke, or the redhead was being serious, Draco decided to go, out of pure curiosity really. Despite his civility to the redhead, and vice versa, Draco didn t really trust Weasley at all. Even if they had some sort of truce working for them.

Draco thought hard. Last night had been the usual bachelor's party, complete with alcohol, gambling, and strippers. But there was something amiss, he thought. He could remember Finnegan and Thomas having shots by the bar, getting completely wasted. Longbottom and Zabini were by the Blackjack table, gambling what money they brought along with them. The Weasley twins were picking up ladies left and right, and he could remember them leaving with two equally attractive twin witches.

Then, there was Potter.

He recalled Potter shoving a drink under his nose. Everything was pretty much a blur after that.

He felt something in his hand and slowly, he lifted his left hand up. There, a simple gold band was on his ring finger. He brought it closer to his face. It was a wedding band, that's for sure. His eyes widened. What, he was married now? How the hell did that happen?

He looked around. The room was in a horrible shade of pink and hearts decorated all four walls. He could feel someone next to him. Taking a chance, he took a peek.

The one beside him had his back turned, and from the body physique, Draco could tell it s a man. Short, messy black hair fanned across the pillow.

"Oh, my god, I got hitched to a man! I shagged a man! A man with horrible messy black hair like Potter's...!"

His train of thought stopped, before going back in reverse. His breath hitched when he felt the man turn.

Fate was being especially evil today, he thought.

He buried his head in his hands. He was screwed.

-ITCLOM-

"Ugh...did I get hit by a train or something?"

Harry Potter was having what could possibly be the worst headache of his life. The raven-haired boy tried not to move for awhile, willing for the headache to subside.

Last night had been Ron's bachelor party, and, true to his promise to his best friend, he tried to be nice to Draco Malfoy. He nearly chuckled at the irony. Ron and Malfoy had somehow set their differences aside and made a wonderful team at the Auror Corps. Harry just taught DADA at Hogwarts.

Back to the story. The blond wizard seemed so out of place at the casino last night, that Harry, being the people saver that he was, took pity on him and grabbed a shot of Firewhiskey and shoved it under Malfoy s nose.

Everything was a blur after that.

He felt someone tap him on his shoulder. Harry ignored it, in favor of sleeping off the ridiculous headache that was pounding the inside of his skull. That person tapped him again, this time with the air of impatience. Harry batted the hand away. "Mghh...Ginny stop...m' tryin to sleep..."

The person huffed. "Guess again, Potter, I'm not your redheaded weasel of a girlfriend."

Harry stiffened, and slowly turned his head in an angle, blood rushing to his cheeks, and a look of absolute haggardness on his face.

"Malfoy," he began, trying not to look at the blond. "Pray tell what you are doing in my bed."

Malfoy snorted. "You tell me. I just woke up with a ridiculous hangover and a wedding band!"

Harry s eyes widened. "No...tell me we didn't."

Malfoy was stone cold silent.

Harry kept shaking his head. "No...no..."

"Yes, Potter, I believe we did. Unless this marriage certificate, and that nearly empty bottle of lube says otherwise, I believe we did." Malfoy replied, sarcasm heavily lacing his voice.

Harry seemed frustrated. "How can you be so calm about this?"

Malfoy growled, rolled on top of Harry and snarled in his face. "Contrary to your belief, Potter, I am most definitely livid about this. I just choose not to show it. Now, I would love to recover from this spectacular hangover I am currently experiencing, so would you shut the hell up? I would appreciate it."

Harry just stared at the blond when he rolled off of him and slipped into the bathroom, slamming the door with a resounding bang.