A/N: Edited March 2013. I have re-read this and I am cringing at the mistakes in this story. So I'm fixing it the most glaring mistakes.
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters. All belong to JK Rowling.
Enjoy!
Draco stood in front of the mirror at Madam Malkin's robe shop, trying on formal wedding robes. The assisant tailor smiled indulgently.
"Absolutely exquisite, Mr. Malfoy! I highly suggest this one. With your hair and coloring, this will look fabulous. I am sure the bride will approve."
Draco stared at his reflection. The mirror nodded in approval as well and cooed happily, "Sublime, Sir! No groom has ever looked so handsome!"
Draco turned to the tailor and jutted his chin out, indicating he wanted the garment removed. "Fine then, make the necessary arrangements for alterations and have it sent to my home."
Blaise stared at his friend.
"Are you sure, Draco?"
"Yes, dammit! I'm sure!" Draco slammed his wine glass down, almost breaking it the fragile stem and stared gloomily into the fire as it crackled and hissed.
Blaise looked at him with worried eyes.
Pansy snuck up behind Draco, kissing him on the neck.
"Draco, my love, you seem out of sorts. Are you all right? Can you believe that we will be married in two days? That ghastly wedding planner is going to forget something, I just know it! But Mum wouldn't let me use anyone else. That ancient hag probably planned Merlin's wedding. I have waited forever for this moment. You made me wait long enough!"
Draco eyed her. Not long enough…
"Are you fucking kidding me? Who invited him?" Draco hissed as glared at his best man. What a mess...
"Vince said his name was on the invitation list, Draco! He said you told him whoever was on the list was supposed to be invited to the bachelor party." Blaise was exasperated.
"Merlin! I can't go out there. I can't do this, Blaise. Ask him to leave!"
"Draco, relax! It'll be okay! What is he going to do anyway? Besides, you're a Malfoy! Are you really going to let him get to you? This is your night, so go out there and handle it!
Draco ran his hand through his golden locks. He adjusted his suit and smiled broadly at Blaise.
Draco shook his head and then nodded. "You're right, this whole wedding thing is making me mental, of course I can do this!" He walked out to the restaurant lounge, where his friends had gathered to celebrate his upcoming nuptials.
His silver eyes swept over the group. His friends were coming to shake his hand; pat his back in congratulatory fashion; some with dire warnings of the doom that goes with marriage. He laughed at the good natured ribbing.
His eyes rested on the green ones.
Draco fought the urge to go to him; demand he come back to him. Beg him.
He smiled at Draco, coming towards him, offering his hand.
"Congratulations, Draco," he whispered into his ear. Chills went all through Draco's body, but he managed to keep his hand from shaking.
"Thank you." Draco's mouth was dry. He was walking away now, his raven hair still tousled and sexy, driving Draco mad with desire. He longed to run his hands through it again.
Draco felt the emeralds on him the rest of the night.
He was thrusting and pumping between Draco's legs; Draco clinging to him desperately, his legs wrapped around him. The sound of his orgasmic cry brought Draco to his.
"Please…"
"No, Draco."
"I can fix it."
A skeptical look.
"You're getting married tomorrow."
"I know! You…"
"Yeah, it's my fault." A pained look. "I'll leave you alone, now." He backs away from Draco.
Draco struggles to keep himself composed.
"Are you coming tomorrow?"
No answer. He's gone.
"Draco? What's wrong?" Blaise asks, as he helps Draco with his robes.
"I'm fine." Pale white face, red bloodshot eyes reflect in the mirror.
"You talked to him, didn't you?"
A sigh.
"Draco!"
"Fuck! I know, please don't lecture me right now! I told you to tell him to leave."
"I thought you could handle it. It's been a long time."
"Not long enough, Blaise. I still love that bastard! If he had said something different last night…"
"Pansy would hunt you down, Draco. You wouldn't have had a moment's peace with him."
A quiet knock at the door. Both men turn to look. An attendant enters slowly.
"Mr. Malfoy, sorry to disturb you, but there was someone here insisting they speak with you."
Raven hair appears around the door. A shap intake of breath from Draco; a determined face from Blaise.
The dark head offers a slight nod of acknowledgement to Blaise who frowns in disapproval.
"I'm sorry to disturb you. I just wanted to leave you with a gift. I won't be staying for the ceremony. Best wishes to you, Draco. And you look wonderful by the way. I love the color. She will be very happy." He leaves the gift on the table and walks out of the room, and then hesitates. "Will you be...happy?" He's gone again.
A moan from Draco.
Vince, Greg, Theodore and Marcus enter, all laughing at a joke.
"Ready to end your life, Draco? The chains are ready!" Theo says loudly, smiling.
Tension from both men; Draco looks ready to bolt; Blaise looks concerned.
"What's wrong?" Greg asks, looking at then both. Vince frowns.
"He needs a moment." Blaise turns to Marcus, the most level-headed of the group and says, "Keep him in here. He just had a visit from...his past." Marcus rolls his eyes.
Blaise walks quickly. He sees him, standing down the sidewalk, drinking from a wine glass, snatched from the reception area no doubt.
"Why did you come now? Haven't you done enough?"
"I was invited."
"You know that was a mistake! You're enjoying this."
"Am I?"
"Yes, you know that seeing you would completely unnerve him. He's ready to throw this whole thing out the window for you."
"He wasn't ready before."
"Come off it! He would've done it then too. But you made sure that didn't happen, with your Gryffindor bullshit! Let him go!"
"I have."
"Bloody liar! You forget I was there for your whole relationship! I know that the two of you are no where near finished with this; even with your fucked up behavior. I know that man in there loves you desperately and would still have you back, if you just give him the word. Draco has wasted his life on this! Why he got caught up with you...of all people!"
"At least you're consistent with your hatred of me, Zabini. But I do agree with you that he does deserve some kind of happiness. I'm too screwed up. Pansy will love him through it, of that I'm sure." He looks down at his empty wine glass and chuckles softly. Blaise crushes the small spark of sympathy for the git.
A slight scuffle around the bend.
"Marcus, I'll be right back! I need to do this!
"Draco! Just let it go!"
Blaise heads towards Draco. They meet at the corner.
"Draco, what are you doing? Go back inside, I'm handling this!"
"Where is he, Blaise? I have to talk to him."
"Let him go, Draco. You're getting married today."
Draco looks at Blaise; Marcus right behind him.
"I can't let him go," Draco says quietly.
"Draco," Marcus says gently. "Pansy is waiting."
Draco's face sets.
"I have to talk to him, just for a minute. You don't get it, because you don't understand."
Draco looks around the corner. He's gone.
He stands there, anger and hurt racing through him.
"It's not over. It can't be."
"Draco, come on. It's time to do this thing." It's Blaise.
Draco looks back at the abandoned sidewalk.
please come back...