(A/N) Hello, hello. So I have decided to share this story with everyone out there since I got positive responses for my Dralloween fic "Six Things MacGonagall Changed". I have planned to post one chapter every Friday, could be between 00.01 and 23.59 but I'm trying to keep it on mid-day.
The story is written from Harry's POV, I have yet to decide if I shall do one from Draco's, if you want me too then I might, otherwise it's Harry's story.
"If Only She Knew" is a Muggle AU.
Characters belong to J.K Rowling.
Summary: It was supposed to be the biggest day in Harry Potter's life, the day he would marry the woman of his dreams, but it all fell apart after one glance at the caterer. SLASH.
Chapter 1
Someone once told me that finding love would feel like falling into an endless pit of lava. A content warmth and tingling you just can't get rid of. That everything that happens after you look into her eyes that first time proves you were destined to fall from the start.
I just never understood how lava could feel like a "content warmth".
When my best mate Ron Weasley introduced me to my girl all those years ago, I didn't know from the beginning, but it crept on like a shadow growing larger and larger until, five years ago, it made me realise what had been in front of me for all this time.
She told me she had been waiting years for me to get the drift and ask her out. Her name was Ginny Weasley and yes she was related to my best mate. She is his sister.
Ron took it better than I thought he would. He told me that he always imagined me as a part of his family and now we would just seal the deal. So to speak.
"Are you nervous", a voice to my left asked me. I looked at him. Ron stood beside me, wearing a black suit with a scarlettred tie and an equally red flower in his chestpocket.
Ron smiled at me, a bit nervously.
"No", I responded. I wasn't feeling nervous in the slightest. It was as if my whole life had lead me to this point and the road had been even all the way.
"Well that makes one of us", Ron said. His forehead was glistening in the church light and his eyes were resting on the entrancedoor.
"Do you reckon they'll come soon?" I asked, looking around the church to see all the redheads sitting on the left side and an almost abondoned right side.
All Weasley's are redheads and they are quite a large family so some of them were taking spots on the groom's, that's me, side. Since I don't have any living relatives, apart from an aunt, uncle and cousin of which I'd rather not speak, all of mine and Ginny's mutual friends took to sitting on "my" side of the church.
"First I think they'd have to start playing the music", Ron replied with a smirk, causing me to roll my eyes.
"Oh, shut your trap", I said and hit him playfully on his upper arm. He grinned.
I had met Ron on the bus on my first schoolday to this boarding school on England's countryside. He told me all of his family had went there for generations and it was only due to traditions that he too went. I, on the other side, went because my aunt and uncle didn't want me in the house if they didn't have too. I was glad to leave.
"Don't let me cock this up, mate", Ron said, his voice tight with nerves and I turned to face him again.
"Don't let you cock this up?"
"Hermione says I always cock things up", he responsed and I laughed.
Hermione was in our class in school, it took a while for us, espescially Ron, to warm up to her but now the three of us are inseperable. Apart from when Ron and Hermione want to have some "alone time" just so they can "work on their relationship". Then I'm out. I'm still waiting for Ron to propose, it was almost two years ago that I followed him into the jeweller to buy the damn ring.
Someone swore somewhere at the front of the church, by the entrance and, almost by reflex, my whole head snapped to look at the source but I didn't anticipate the way everything would change.
A man stood at the right side of the entrance with welcome drinks and appetizers. He was pale, almost shining in the light from the candlelights. His almost white blonde hair was slicked back from his angular face, highlighting his pointy nose as well as his eyes.
Grey pools met mine curiously.
Shit.
I wondered what he's thinking about the groom at his wedding staring at him as if he were standing at a stage for everyone to see. His eyes were so deep, though. I didn't know what it was or how long it lasted, it was just such an odd occurence.
For a split second I could swear he almost smiled at me, but I'm pretty sure he didn't, though. We just looked, stared at each other until I heard a sharp voice to my left.
"Here they are", Ron said in relief, waking me up from my thoughts and I broke eyecontact with the stranger and looked to the entrance.
Ron was right,
First in came the bridesmaids in lovely turquoise dresses but I hardly even looked at since my eyes wanted to rest somewhere else.
Somewhere that was no longer there.
I didn't understand why I felt a little disappointed by that knowledge. And how the fuck did I not hear the music start before? It was so loud I swore it almost punded in my ears with every key played. No one else seemed too bothered, though, so I didn't complain.
"And in come the bride", Ron muttered to himself and I shook my head free of thoughts to look at my future wife.
An easy smile curved my lips as I watched her walk down the aisle, her arm held tightly onto her father's as if she'd fall any second. Her white dress ended by her ankles, showing off the white high-heels she was wearing.
Arthur, my soon-to-be father-in-law, let go off his daughter, kissed her on her forehead and then steppade out of my focus as Ginny took the last couple of steps up the aisle to stand in front of me.
And so it began.
We had retreated after the ceremony, and too many bloody photographs for my liking, to the Weasley family's cottage where a big tent was made and furnished.
The Weasley cottage had a wonderful, large backyard which was perfect for the rest of the celebration involving food and music.
The speeches are the only thing left, but we decided to save those for last, an idea I for one was happy for.
All of mine and Ginny's mutual friends from boarding school came up to us as fast as we arrived at the cottage to give us their blessings or just gossip about this or that.
"Call me tomorrow and tell me just how much better sex are after marriage, mate", Dean had said and winked at me. I blushed a terrible shade of red, I assumed, while Ron growled and put his hands over his ears muttering "don't talk about sex with my sister with me present, eh!" causing the rest of us to either laugh or giggle. Or, in Seamus's case, both.
Some of the guests had retreated back to their own places but most had sticked around with us for the food, dancing and the speeches.
The food was, if I say so myself, delicious! I was a little taken aback by the thrill I felt as I saw that blonde head by the longtable set for the catering by one of the tents walls.
"I'm just going to go get something to eat", I told Ginny, giving her a quick peck on her cheek before I strode off to the opposite wall.
The man didn't see me coming as he prepared another plate of something that looked like a sandwich with some filling and shrimps with his back to me.
"What is in that one?" I asked and pointed at a random sandwich in front of me. I can tell I took him by surprise as he jumped just slightly setting an olive out of place on the sandwich he was working on.
"It's potatosalat and roastbeef", he responsed not taking his eyes off the task at his hands. Quite literally.
Without a second of hesitance I grabbed the plate with the sandwich, took hold of said sandwich in one hand and took a large bite of it.
"Mm, it's delicious", I said with a mouthful of potatosalat and I felt some of the sauce dripping down from one corner of my mouth. I don't think I sounded as coherent as I hoped. Pathetic.
He smirked, still not looking away from the second olive he's trying to place as if they have some certain, secret pattern us mortals don't know of.
"Good, I'll tell the cook that when I see him tomorrow", he responded, smirk growing and then he glanced at me causing me to blush.
I swallowed.
A second later the man was satisfied with the look of the sandwich and turned full body to me.
"It would be painfully uncivilised of me to not grant you my best wishes on your big day, as I am but your humble servant", the man said, smirk still in place. I snorted.
"And it would be equally uncivilised if I... You know what, I'm not going to finish that sentence. It makes me feel as if we're a part of some Shakespeare-romance".
"What if we are?" the man asked with a look of curiosity written all over his face.
I didn't answer that, I mean how can you answer that?
"I'm Harry, by the way", I said and set the plate down on the table to offer my hand. He just eyed it for a while that felt like an eternity.
"I'm Draco", he responded, taking my hand in his and giving it a firm handshake. I took an extra second on me before I let the hand go and shoved them both in my pockets.
"Well... good luck in the future with your wife, may you have a wonderful and happy life together, etcetera, etcetera. I believe the speeches are about to start, if the way they are fixing the microphones over there is anything to go by", he said, nodding to one of the shortsides where Arthur and Molly, Ginny's parents, were setting up a microphone by the head table.
Fuck.
"Well... thanks for the sandwich. And everything else too, of course. Draco", I said, nodded once politely and then I strode to the headtable as Molly announced "time for speeches".
Ron basically stuttered through his whole bestman-speech and I could feel his nerves radiating from his body to mine. So when it was time for my speech I was lightly sweating.
I later realised that I had nothing to be nervlus about. It didn't matter what I said everyone either laughed or fried at my words. Or maybe it was the story I told them that did just that.
I told them about the time that I took Ginny out on our first date, how much like the movies, the fairytales, it had been. The cloudless, blue sky with a sun shining so bright it could've blinded us. How we balked in the park, holding hands and the streetartist played on his guitar while we walked by.
Ginny in her summerdress with a million flowers on it, and me in casual denim and a white t-shirt.
When I told them about our first kiss that evening all the guests had laughed at Ron's facial expression.
And I did too.
When my speech was done Ginny and I was taken to our small flat by a taxidriver.
We went in to change quickly before we had to go back to the taxi with our bags to take us to the airport.
On our way down to the taxi Ginny stopped for a second in the stairs, turned to look at me and smiled the most stunning smile she had ever worn.
"I love you Mr Potter", she said, bent towards me and kissed me softly on the lips.
"And I love you, Mrs Potter", I grinned.
For once my life wasn't complicated.
(A/N) Thank you so much for reading! Please tell me what you think!