"Harry," he said, "will you marry me?"
"Yes," said Harry, tears coming from his eyes. "Oh god, yes!"
With that, Draco and Harry were officially engaged.
"Wow! That's great!" said Hermione.
"I'm glad to hear it," said Ron.
"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jealous," said Ginny, "but if Harry's happy, I'm happy."
The date for the wedding was set for a year from then.
"I know what's 'traditionally' worn at a wedding," said Draco, "but no dress for you!"
"Well, can I at least have a white tux?" said Harry.
"I was planning on that as well."
"Why don't we both wear white tuxes then?"
"Sounds great!"
"So," said Harry, "I heard it's a tradition in some countries for the wedding party to 'kidnap' the bride, and the groom has to find her. Since we're both guys, which one of us should it be?"
"I'm not sure about that," said Draco. "What if there was a real kidnapping, and we all mistook it for that tradition?"
"We could have pagers on our persons, for use if something like that happened."
"Okay, I'll think about it." Actually, Draco already wanted to do this; he was just giving Harry the chance to back out of it should he wish to do so.
Ten months passed, and wedding planning was nearing its conclusion.
"Obviously, no garter or bouquet toss," said Hermione. [A/N: Do they even do that in Britain?]
"I've never cared for the sight of grown women, or men, fighting over flowers," said Luna. "Flowers are things of beauty, not symbols of desperation."
"Oh, get off your soapbox. Just because yours and Neville's wedding turned into a mini-riot..."
"Could we get back on-topic?" said Draco.
"Oh, sorry," said Hermione. "About those decoration ideas..."
Two more months passed, and it was now the day before the wedding. Harry hadn't been feeling too well lately, but he insisted it was no big deal.
That is, until he threw up in Draco's mouth during a kiss. They both took a few moments to spit that all out.
"Oh, that was gross!" said Draco. "That's it! I'm taking you to a doctor!"
"But what about the wedding?" Harry pleaded.
"I'd rather we put that off than get married knowing there might be something wrong with you."
So they went to see a doctor, who did a checkup on Harry.
"I got the results, and I have good news!" said the doctor.
Harry was dreading the "good" news, knowing what it would be.
"There's nothing medically wrong with you Mr. Potter. You're just pregnant."
"WHAT?" Draco exploded. "That means you cheated on me!"
"Draco, I didn't mean it," Harry pleaded. "I was drunk that night, and I ended up going home with some stranger, who I don't even remember. I wanted to believe nothing would come of it but-"
"You not only cheated on me, but you lied to me about it!"
"Draco, please -!"
"I slut-shame you, Harry!" declared Draco. "You are slut-shamed!" Draco then walked out of the office, and out of Harry's life.
Upon hearing about what had happened, Harry's friends abandoned him as well.
Harry would later raise his "mistake" as a single parent. The child would forever remind him of his ruined destiny.
THE END
[A/N: Now I'm sad. :(]