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He laughed, and looked up at her again, grinning. "Ok, really, what? That's outrageous. It could never happen. There's just no way."

Hermione looked at him seriously. "Harry, it's true. You don't have a choice. I'm sorry. It wasn't my decision, so don't blame me."

"I can't have to marry a man. I love Ginny."

Hermione bit her lip. "That's another thing…. Not Ginny specifically, but the man you have to marry."

"Are you really going to insist I go along with this? It's a really bad joke, Hermione."

"It's not a joke, Harry. You have to marry a man, and that man's name is Draco Malfoy!"

Harry was still grinning, but only because he was so shocked. His jaw suddenly went slack as it sank in that no, Hermione wasn't joking. There was no way she could be joking, she couldn't take the joke this far. She would have cracked up by now. He has to marry…. "I have to marry who?"

Hermione flinched a little. "I knew you would take it badly, that's why I said I had to do it…. Draco Malfoy, Harry. You have to marry Draco Malfoy. And yes, you will have to take the Malfoy name. You will be Harry James Malfoy, not Harry James Potter. I'm sorry Harry. I really am."

Harry fell back against his chair, dazed. When he had agreed to meet Hermione for lunch, he hadn't been expecting this. How was he supposed to deal with being forced to marry your childhood enemy, even without that enemy being a man?

"I can't do it Hermione…. I just can't do it…."

"Yes you can Harry," she said soothingly.

"Hermione,iIt's Draco bloody Malfoy. How am I supposed to tolerate him, let alone marry him? The man is a total prick!"

"Nice to know that's what you think of your future husband, Potter." Came the cool drawl of Draco Malfoy himself.

"Oh wonderful…." Harry muttered darkly, sulking in his seat. "What do you want, Malfoy?"

"To get this over with. We can get the damn marriage annulled once the ceremony is over you know."

"True…. But what about the press? With me being so damn famous, we'll never be able to keep it a secret."

"So? Who cares? It's just the press. They're a bunch of idiots anyway."

Harry sighed. Malfoy was right, and he hated that. Suddenly, he groaned.

"What?"

"Mrs. Weasley will never leave me alone about this…. She'll demand to plan everything, even if I don't want the damn marriage." His head hit the table, just missing his spoon.

"Oh wonderful…."

"Draco, sit down. We need to talk about this anyway." Hermione gestured to the empty seat between her and Harry.

He sat down in a huff, and glared at the back of Harry's head.

"Harry, sit up."

He complied with her request, and stared at her.

"The two of you have to get married. The thing is, there's also a time requirement, so you'll need to spend a lot of time together publicly if we're going to make this believable."

Draco groaned. "When do we have to get married by?"

"Well, that's the thing…. You have to get married in six months….."

"What?" both men shouted, slamming their hands onto the table.

"Oh forgive me for being the messenger! It's not my fault! Besides, six months is better than three."

Harry huffed, crossing his arms. "You so owe me for this Hermione. I swear you do."

"Fine by me. Just get a damn ring on his finger soon, Draco. We don't have a lot of time."

Draco sighed. "Fine."

*-*-*-*-two weeks later*-*-*-*-*

Unhappily, inside at least, Draco and Harry had been spending nearly everyday together, both in public, and where may not be blatantly public, but where people could easily guess what was going on. Malfoy Manor. Harry was not in the least happy about this last part, but because Draco made a good case against going to Harry's flat, he wasn't going to argue, just grumble about it. They had made it a point to call each other Harry and Draco, rather than Potter and Malfoy, in public at least. Although after three days of it, they slipped into first names naturally. Harry would bring a something to do while he was in Malfoy Manor, and Draco would often be in the library, though Harry was usually with him, just to make it more believable if they had unexpected guests. After the first week passed, they actually started talking when they weren't in public so to speak. They just started with work and the weather, but slowly, they started talking about other things. Two weeks after finding out they discovered they had to be wed, Harry finally worked up the courage to tell Ginny, and it did not go over well.

Harry Flooed to Malfoy Manor in a foul mood, and ended up on the hearth in heap of ash, soot, and broken glasses, much to Draco's amusement.

Harry scowled at him as he brushed himself off and fixed his glasses.

"What's got your knickers in a knot?"

"Ginny."

"Ah."

"Yeah, I just told her about how we have to get married, and she nearly killed me. I swear, she was actually trying to hurt me."

"Astoria was the same way. I told her yesterday. She went ballistic. Thankfully, she's blocked from the Floo now though."

"Good idea."

Draco went back to whatever it was he had been doing when Harry arrived. The scratching of quill on parchment filled the room, the only other noise a clock ticking away the seconds. Harry was soon bored and started looking around the library to ease it. He, surprisingly, found some Muggle novels along with books on magical history, spells, etc.

"I didn't know you read Muggle novels, Draco." Harry said to the blonde.

"After the war, I came to my senses. It's not a big deal."

"Some people would say otherwise. But you're right. It's really not a big deal." Harry looked at the youngest Malfoy, and thought about how he would be forced to go through with this marriage even though they could hardly be called friendly acquaintances. Harry blinked as a sudden realization hit him, and he blushed in embarrassment and shame. "Er, Draco..."

"Yes?"

"Er, I just realized something... rather important..."

"Well, what is it?" He looked up from his letter and saw Harry blushing like crazy, and raised an eyebrow at the raven.

"Er, well, I hadn't quite thought about this before, but, er, obviously I have now, and uh-"

"Spit it out man!"

"I just realized we're going to have to kiss in public..."

Draco stared at him, and saw as the blush darkened and how Harry avoided his eyes- and his lips- and felt a blush creep from his cheeks to his neck, light though it was. He cleared his throat and blinked several times to gather himself. "Well, it was expected to happen eventually, so it shouldn't be a big shock. We'll just have to make it look natural, and not awkward."

Harry blinked, and bit his lip. "So, for it not to be awkward... wouldn't that mean we would have to... have... kissed before...?" Harry's blush was almost as dark as the Weasley's hair.

"Uh, yeah... Yeah, it would..." Draco swallowed nervously.

"We probably should get on that soon... ish since the wedding is in six months..." Harry said, avoiding looking at Draco.

"Yeah..."

Neither moved, just looked around the library as if it was brand new and had never been seen before.

Harry, with his Gryffindor courage forcing him to, stepped toward Draco after several moments of gathering said courage. Draco looked at the shorter man curiously, blushing at the close proximity. They had never been this close before face-to-face. It was different. Draco only just realized that Harry was a few inches shorter than him, about five in fact. And he only just noticed how his hair fell into his eyes, half hiding their emerald hue. And he only just saw how his blush stretched from hair line to below his collar. He finally dared to look directly into the raven's eyes, and saw that he had reached the end of his courage, that Draco would need to make their lips meet.

He bit his lip for a moment, and finally closed the gap, pressing his lips to Harry's.

A/N: And that is chapter 1! I'll be working on chapter 2, which will pick up immediately after this one, and I will hopefully have it posted up tomorrow, but don't count on it lol R&R please!