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"Draco," his mother called from the other side of the door. He sighed and continued to look at himself in the mirror. He was disgusted by the man looking back at him. This man was weak. Only a weak man would give up the only thing that ever made him truly happy for what others wanted. "Draco, it's time" he heard his mother say from the other side of the door. Looking at himself in that moment really looking at himself he realized that he couldn't do it. He wasn't going to marry that girl out there because that was what was expected of him. How had he let this get this far? He turned and walked across his room and opened the door.

"You were worrying me, Draco all the guest have arrived...it's time," she looked sad as if she was sorry that he was having this taken from him as well.

"Mother," he said calmly. "I am not marrying Astoria today, not ever. I don't love her, and I could careless about the pureblood line. So I need you do my a favor, I need you to go back out there and tell them that you couldn't find me," for just a moment he could see pride flash across her face, before a surprised look over took it.

"Draco be reasonable," she said in what he knew was a halfhearted attempt to make him stay.

"Were you in love with someone else when you married father?" He asked her knowing the answer.

"No I wasn't Draco."

"I am in love with someone else. I have been in love with someone else for what feels like an eternity and I would rather die than to marry someone who isn't her," his mother looked sad at this "mother I know what this means, I'll be disowned and my father may very well never speak to me again, but I'm ok with that. Because I would die for her mother."

She didn't say anything for a long moment "then you need to go, and you need to find her and get out of the country for awhile. Put some space between you and your father,"

Draco nodded before grabbing his wand off the side table and walking over to his personal fire place. "Draco," his mother said stopping him. He turned to look at her. "I will be at your aunt Amadora's house when you return. And please tell Miss Grabger I would like meet her properly." And without another word he was gone in a flash of green flames.

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He stepped out of the fire place at Grimmanld place. He knew that she would be here, today of all days especially. He'd come to know this house well, not just because of his relationship with Hermione but also his almost friendship with Potter and red.

He didn't know what he was going to say when he found her, the last time they had seen each other things had not ended well. Though they had both known this day was coming it hadn't made it any easier. He made his way towards the back where the kitchen was, he heard soft voices. He entered the room silently, his eyes found her instantly. Seeing her now like this he knew that he could have never lived without her.

"I love you," he said making himself known after a moment. She turned to look at him and he saw the briefest of smiles play on her lips "I have loved you since I was sixteen, and I could never be with out you. I don't care if that means I am poor, because you are the only thing I want in this world," she stood and ran to him throwing her arm around him.

"Draco," she sobbed into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and kissed the top of her head.

"Let's elope,lets go to Paris." He kissed the top of her head. "We can drag Potter and Red here with us. We can leave tonight. I'm not going to spend another day without you."

She turned to look at Potter who nodded his head, letting her know they would be there. "I love Draco,"

"I love you too, Granger"

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