Pansy grinned as she finished signing the handmade card. She closed it and looked over the cover another time. Small sparkling hearts covered in glitter littered the front around a larger heart with the words 'Draco and Oliver forever' in the center.
Picking it up, she carried it to every room in the large house, making sure to get everyone's signature. Getting it back from the last person, she walked down the hall, towards the last door with a small silver dragon at the top. She kissed the corner of the card before kneeling and sliding the card under the door. She turned and made her way back down the hall.
Inside the room, a small Pomeranian trotted to the door and grabbed the card with it's mouth. Dragging it across the floor, it pulled the card towards the young blonde sitting at the pink vanity table.
Draco looked down and quickly scooped up the small dog, taking the card from it's mouth. Putting the card on the table, he pulled the pink, fuzzy phone from between his ear and shoulder. "I love you too!" He gushed. "I'll see you tonight."
He quickly hung up and put the phone down. Pulling the dog to his chest, he gave it a tight hug, squealing. He kissed the Pom's head before setting it on the floor once again and picking up the card.
Reading through the card, Draco sighed, touched at how supportive everyone was. Draco quickly found the part Pansy and written and read over it, 'Dear Draco, mad props! He's a great catch and such a lucky guy to have you! I just wish I could be there to see him propose! - Pansy'. Blaise's large handwriting was next to hers, 'Looks like you've won the prize Draco! If there ever was a perfect couple, you and Oliver are definitely it!'
Throughout the rest of the House, the Slytherin's annual Spring Fling party was in full swing. Students from every house were there, drinking, eating, and talking with friends. Blaise stood in front of the main wall, looking at the pictures posted. Posters of all of the Slytherins had been put up.
Draco's poster showed him in a pair of tight short shorts, a lei around his neck, grinning. He was standing in the ocean at a beach they had been to last summer, his head thrown back as he smoothed back his wet hair.
Pansy's poster was of her in a small silver and green cheerleading outfit, showing a lot of skin as she did a high kick, her pom-poms held above her head in the school's large gymnasium.
Blaise's eyes wandered over to his own poster. It was more simple than most of the others. Blaise sat at a wooden table in one of the libraries, winking and blowing a kiss.
As he was just beginning to admire another of the posters, a brown haired boy looking over his shoulder as he held a towel loosely around his waist, when Pansy stormed over to him. Turning quickly, she glared at a boy who had been following her. "Jeremy, that's enough! I am not going to formal with you," she growled.
Jeremy stayed for a moment before he trudged away. "You guys are so sweet!" Draco cried, running down the stairs, towards his two best friends. "You know, it may not even happen tonight though."
Pansy rolled her eyes. "Draco, he just had lunch with his grandmother. You know that he got the ring."
"Why else would she have flown in all the way from Newport? It's not like she'd Fed Ex a six carat diamond," Blaise said.
The blonde boy bit his lip, "you think?"
Pansy grinned. "I can't believe your getting engaged!" She yelled. She grabbed Draco's hands and started jumping up and down with the boy, both of them squealing happily.
"You have to help me pick out the perfect outfit for tonight," Draco said once Pansy let him go. The three started walking towards the door when Draco spotted one of the younger Slytherins, leaning against the wall by himself. "Hey Adam, what's wrong?" He asked.
"I don't really know anyone," Adam said shyly, looking at the floor.
Draco laughed, "that's because you spend way too much time at the library. Come with me." He turned to Blaise and Pansy, "I'll meet you two outside."
Draco grabbed Adam's hand and pulled him down the hall towards a group of Ravenclaw students. The men looked over and grinned as they watched Draco come closer. "Brandon, Jason, Grant, this is Adam. Why don't you tell him all about the time you guys had that naked golfing tournament?" Draco said, pushing the boy forward. He winked at Adam and turned to leave.
Pansy and Blaise watched Draco carefully as he stood in front of the three-panel mirror, trying on the tight fitting dress pants. "Too demure?" He asked, turning his body to get a better view of the back.
"I think you should go with something red. It's the color of confidence," Blaise told him, still watching Draco twist his body.
"Well I don't want to look like I know what's coming," the blonde said.
"I don't understand why you're disregarding your signature color," Pansy said, holding up a pink top.
Draco looked slightly shocked. "He's proposing, Pansy! I can't look like I would on any average date. This is the night I'll always remember. I want to look special, but not like I suspect anything," he told them.
In the mirror, Draco could clearly see a saleswoman smirking and speaking with the woman beside her. "There's nothing I love more than a dumb blonde with Daddy's plastic," she said. Draco watched her grab a silky button up shirt off the Clearance Sale rack and rip off the tag with a large sticker declaring, 'Half Price'.
He turned his attention back to his friends as Pansy began speaking again, "I can't wait to see you wearing the ring!"
A thought struck Draco suddenly and he gasped. Turning to face the other two, he bit his lip as a concerned look came across his face. "What if, you know, it's not actually the night tonight?"
"Why else would he be taking you to The Ivy? You've been dating for a year, It's not like he's trying to impress you now," Blaise said, putting a comforting hand on Draco's shoulder.
The saleswoman Draco had been watching before approached them, holding the button up and smiling sweetly. "Did you see this one? We just got it in yesterday," she told them, holding out the top.
Draco held the bottom of the shirt, "Is this low-viscosity rayon?"
The woman looked a little taken aback but continued smiling. "Yes, of course."
"With a half-loop top-stitching on the hem?" He asked, looking excited.
"Absolutely. This is a one of a kind," the woman said.
Draco let go of the top, no longer pretending to be excited about It. "It's impossible to use a half-loop topstitch on low-viscosity rayon. It would snag the fabric. And you didn't just get this in, because I saw it in the June Vogue a year ago, so if you're trying to sell it to me at full price, you picked the wrong person," he told her smirking.
The saleswoman gaped at Draco for a few minutes before walking away quickly, blushing. Draco shook his head and turned back to the others, "Guys, this is it. In a few hours I will be engaged to the Oliver Wood!" He squealed again, grinning at his friends.
Adam peeked out the window as soon as the doorbell rang. He turned back quickly, "he's here!"
Draco smoothed down the front of his red button up and took a deep breath. He went to the door and opened it to find his boyfriend of a year. Draco looked down at the floor as Oliver looked him over. "Your beautiful," the tall brunette said lovingly.
"So are you," Draco told him shyly. He looked up slowly, blushing slightly. He smiled sweetly as Oliver pulled him close and gave him a light kiss.
"Are you ready?" Oliver asked nervously.
Draco grinned and nodded. He turned to look back at the other Slytherins and wave, receiving many smiles and waves in return.
Draco and Oliver were seated at a small table outside, roses were in a little vase in the center of the table, in between the lit white candle sticks. Draco took a sip from his champagne flute, feeling extremely nervous and excited. "Here's to us," Draco said.
He watched Oliver slowly sip his. "The reason I wanted to come here tonight was to discuss our future, Draco."
Draco moved forward a little, sitting on the edge of his seat. "I'm fully on board with discussion" he said excitedly.
"I mean we're having a lot of fun now, but things are going to have to be different when I'm at The Order, it's a completely different world. I need to be serious." Oliver said slowly.
Draco nodded, listening intently. "My family expects a lot from me now. I expect a lot from me now. I plan on running for office some day." The brunette continued.
"I fully support that, you know," Draco told him, reaching across the table and grabbing onto Oliver's hand.
Oliver gave his hand a small squeeze. "But the thing is, if I'm going to be a senator by the time I'm thirty, I can't keep playing around."
Draco nodded again, grinning wider. "I completely agree."
"That's why I think it's time for us to break up."
The blonde boy froze, the champagne glass dropped from his hand and crashed onto the floor, breaking instantly. "What?" He asked after a moment.
"I'm sorry, Draco, I just -" Oliver started.
"You're breaking up with me?" Draco whispered, his eyes filling with tears. "I thought you were proposing."
Oliver adopted a shocked look. "Proposing? Draco, if I'm going to be a politician, I need to marry a Jackie, not a…Marilyn."
"What?" The blonde screeched. "You're breaking up with me because I'm too blonde?"
"T-that's not entirely -"
Tears began to spill down Draco's cheeks. "So when you said you'd always love me, you were just playing around?"
Oliver looked around the restaurant nervously as people began to look over at them, wondering at what could cause the blonde to break down in such a way. "Draco, I do love you. I just can't marry you. You have no idea of the pressure I'm under. My family has five generations of senators. My brother was in the top three at The Order. He just got engaged to a Longbottom for Christ's sake."
Draco stared at the other man in shock, tears still ran down his face. He pushed his chair back and stormed out. He heard Oliver following him quickly, still trying to calm him down, "It's not like I have a choice, Sweetheart."
Draco left the restaurant and started walking down the sidewalk slowly, sobbing. He turned his face away as Oliver pulled up alongside her in his golden convertible. "Come on, Draco. Let me take you home," he said calmly.
The blonde shook his head violently. "Draco, it's twenty miles back to Slytherin. You are going to ruin your shoes," Oliver told him.
He stopped for a moment before slowly getting into the car, still crying silently.