­A/N: Well, here's another Draco/Harry story. You have to admit, they are and interesting couple. They can be written so many ways… Draco being abusive, Harry cheating on his fiancé with Draco… Draco chasing after Harry's love in school… the possibilities are endless.

This story will feature an abusive Draco… but there's a little plot twist. It'll be great…

Ok, so I hope y'all like this first chapter and please review!

Disclaimer: Only the plot is mine.

Chapter 1: Its True, My Love

Draco stood smiling in front of a mirror, fixing his tie for the millionth time in the past 10 minutes. Though he was deliriously happy, his hands shook nervously as he smoothed his hair down.

This was it. This was the day Draco had been dreaming of for the past four years. Since he first laid eyes on him that fateful morning at the Ministry- he had known. He had known before he'd first worked up the courage to ask him on a date. Before their first kiss, first dance… first time together. He had known.

A sharp knock on the door ripped the blond from his thoughts. Straightening his tux jacket, he turned and went to open it.

"Are you ready?"

Draco moved to one side as Blaise strode into the dressing room. He took one look at his best friend and answered his own question. "You're ready."

Draco chuckled as Blaise paced the room. Blaise heard him and rounded on the groom.

"You think this is funny?! This is your wedding day! Weddings aren't funny!"

Draco had never seen his friend this tense. He was always so calm and collected. Cocking his head to the side, he asked, "What's up?"

Hesitation filled the chocolate-eyed man's expression. Shrugging, he answered, "Its nothing." He looked down at his feet.

"Are you sure?" Draco played with one of the many bouquets he'd received from family and friends.

"Yeah."

The blond sighed as silence fell over the room. His friend was hiding something. Neither man looked at each other.

"Are… are you sure about this?"

Draco turned back to the mirror. "What do you mean?"

"Are you sure about… all this." Blaise waved his hands around to indicate the wedding.

Silver eyes met brown in the mirror, and it was all Draco could do not to look away. His friend knew something. His happy mood dissipated.

Blaise clapped a hand on his shoulder. "All I'm saying I s make sure this is what you want." He gave Draco a reassuring grin. "I don't want you making any decisions you may regret."

Now Draco was positive his buddy knew something. The doubt in his mind flew up a few notches as he sunk into a white sofa in the corner. Trying to hide it, he closed his eyes and sighed loudly.

An alarm clock went off.

Blaise glanced at his own wristwatch as he turned off the ringer. "Its time," he announced.

Butterflies danced in his stomach as he followed Blaise out of the room. Once down a hallway, they turned left and stepped into the cathedral.

High golden arches reached up to the heavens, supporting the mural-painted celing about. Pale pink and yellow roses decorated the pews and walls, making the men feel like they were in an indoor garden. Vines draped from the stainglass windows like curtains. Plush crème-hued carpeting complimented the mahogany altar.

"God Draco… this place still amazes me," Blaise murmured, staring in awe at the ceiling. "You must've spent a million galleons to reserve this."
"Well… I wanted him to have the best," Draco stated simply as they took their places. "I would give him the world if I could."

The rows filled quickly within the next five minutes. Each familiar face Draco saw made his anxiety shoot up a little higher. Letting out a shaky breath, he almost started crying when he was his mother wave at him.

He regained his composure though, when the pastor came out and started the program.

"Friends, family, and colleagues," he spoke, causing a hush to fall over the cathedral. "We are gathered here today to witness the wedding of Draco Malfoy… and Harry Potter."

Many murmured a few words of joy before falling back into silence.

As the program continued, Draco tuned out most of what was said. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't calm his raging pulse. Palms sweaty, he resisted the urge to wipe them on his charcoal gray suit.

"Looking kinda hot over there," Pansy mumbled teasingly to the left of him, making him smile.

Wiping his brow on a handkerchief, he retorted, "Grooms mates are supposed to be silent."

"And now, here come the… uh, other groom." Laughter rippled through the pews as everyone stood and turned.

"Oh…" Draco gasped as Harry started down the aisle.

Harry wore a suit identical to Draco's, complete with a pink silk tie and handkerchief. A rosy Mrs. Wasley was linked by arm to him, dressed in a pink gown and heels. Each wore huge smiles.

When Harry caught sight of Draco, his smile grew wider. Reaching the alter, the green-eyed man kissed Mrs. Weasley on the cheek. She laughed giddily as she made her way to her seat.

Once all laughter died down, Draco locked eyes with Harry. He took both hands in his so they were facing each other, and cleared his throat.

"Harry Potter. Harry James Potter," Draco started, all eyes on him. "There's no name I've come to love more.

"When I first met you, I hated you. At eleven years old, my heart hardened toward the boy who refused my hand. You refused my friendship. And for that, I wanted to make your life miserable. I wanted to hurt you back."

Draco took a deep breath to steady his voice. Harry smiled in encouragement.

"And after five years of hatred, my hormones shifted. I was gay. But instead of having eyes for many, I only had my sight on one… you. Suddenly, I was in love with my enemy.

"I'm so glad you're a part of my life," he continued, tears in his eyes and doubt long forgotten. "Because without you, my life would be meaningless. You're my everything… my sun, my earth, my moon. You're what make waking up in the morning worthwhile. I'm ready to spend the rest of my life with you… as my wife." He paused, then added, "Well, my man-wife."

A chuckle fluttered from everyone in the audience.

Except for one.

Harry, suddenly aware that it was his turn for vows, blushed furiously. He glanced down at the floor, then back at Draco.

"Mine aren't half as good as yours," he whispered in apology. He hung his head in shame.

Draco leaned toward Harry. With his index finger, he lifted his face until green eyes met silver.

"I couldn't care less what your vows say." He gave Harry a quick kiss on the lips. "As long as you love me." He stood straight again.

Taking a deep breath, Harry spoke.

"Before I get started," he glanced at the audience, then back to Draco, "I just want to say something. I love you."

"That's bullshit," someone stood and shouted.

Shocked, every head in the cathedral turned and stared at Charlie Weasley.

"Please sit down," the pastor commanded, angry toward the interruption. "Now Harry, please continue with-"

"No Harry." Charlie stepped into the aisle and walked toward him. "Don't say another word."

Harry paled, looking nervously from Draco to Charlie.

Draco glared at Charlie. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Saving Harry from making a huge mistake." He grabbed one of Harry's hands, but an angry glare from Draco made him drop it.

"What are you-"

"Harry doesn't love you," Charlie announced loudly, causing many to gasp. "He loves me."

All was silent, except for the pastor. He continued to protest until Draco silenced him with a raised hand.

"If you don't sit the fuck down…"

Charlie spoke over him. "Harry has slept with me-"

Harry closed his eyes.

"- twice a week. For the past six months."

"Don't lie," Draco warned him in a dangerously venomous voice.

Charlie shrugged. "I'm not."

Draco turned to Harry in disbelief. "He's lying, right?" When Harry said nothing his voce took on a note of hysteria. "Tell me he's lying."

Harry shook his head, trying to clear it.

Desperate now, Draco dropped o his knees. "Please," he begged, taking both of Harry's hands, "tell… me… he's… lying."

In a small voice, Harry confessed, "He's not."

Charlie smiled triumphantly.

Tears streamed silently down Draco's cheeks as he rose to his feet. As if dazed, he slowly turned around and faced the pews.

"This wedding is over," he stated, monotone. Then, casting a pained look at Harry, he strode forward quickly and left the cathedral.