Chapter 1: Dinner

AN: I was watching Bridezillas and reading Drarry fics at the same time. It started as a little idea that grew within me until it was gigantic and begging to be written. Since I've had their wedding planned in my head since I started shipping them, I wanted to get it all down. This is a WIP and I am in school, so sorry if I'm late on updating things. Hope you enjoy!

"I hate to be the one to tell you this, Harry," Ron said cautiously, "but you are a dead man walking."

Harry sighed, leaning back into the red couch. "Thanks so much for your support."

"My support won't mean very much when Lucius Malfoy is throttling you to death," Ron warned, giving his best mate a cautious look.

"Who's going to be throttling Harry to death?" Hermione asked as she walked into the room, out of her heels, and set her bag down on the coffee table.

"Hermione!" Ron jumped to his feet, greeting his wife with a kiss. "Didn't even hear you come in. How was work?"

Hermione smiled, shaking off his concern. She knew how he was rooting for her to get that promotion, but it really was too soon to ask for one. Even if Hermione had been improving the Department of Magical Law Enforcement significantly, it was all in due time. "It was fine. So who is trying to kill Harry this time?" She asked it jokingly, but it came out with a hint of concern.

"Nobody is killing me, I am going to fine," Harry assured her, "Ron is just overreacting."

Ron plopped back down on the couch, with Hermione taking a seat next to him. "I am not overreacting! Hermione, he actually did it."

Realization showed clear in her eyes. "Harry, you…?"Hermione trailed off, her brow knit in concern.

"Yes! I proposed to Draco last night. It was in the gardens where we had our first date. It's really not the end of the world," Harry said, showing his left hand. His ring finger was clad in an engraved silver band, half of the matching set.

"And he said 'yes'?" Hermione asked carefully.

"Of course he said yes. Can you two stop acting like that's so awful?"

Hermione took a deep breath. "It's not awful! It's wonderful that Draco said yes. Congratulations, really," she said, trying to seem positive about this. "Right, Ron?"

"It's all just bloody peachy," Ron said, and Hermione gave his hand a sharp squeeze. "We'll be there, okay?"

"Okay," Harry resigned, figuring that was good enough for now. He had figured three years of a relationship would give them enough of a warning, but old habits die hard. Especially when neither Draco nor Ron and Hermione had really made any effort to befriend one another. Harry always had to play mediator when they all met up, and Draco usually had to restrain his crazy friends. Parkinson had a tendency of getting violent. "Lucius is not going to kill me. I mean, he obviously won't be happy, but I'll be intact for the wedding."

"A wedding," Ron said, as if he couldn't believe the words were coming out of his mouth. "Ginny and mum will be thrilled, you know. They love all that wedding stuff."

Harry grinned, remembering how involved Molly had been in Ron and Hermione's wedding. "I think Draco's got a very specific idea of what it's going to be like. He started talking about taupe versus ecru and I sort of tuned out." He had mostly been so happy that Draco said 'yes' that Draco could have rambled on about anything and Harry wouldn't have been able to focus if his life depended on it.

Hermione laughed, no doubt imagining Draco raging in a pearly white dress over floral arrangements. She got up and walked to the phone, thumbing through takeout menus. "Want to stay for dinner?" she offered, holding up a Chinese menu. Harry's stomach growled in response.

"Sure, I'll send Draco an owl."

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Draco sat back down at the opulent white table after sending Harry's owl back, and just as a house elf deposited his second course on the table. "Will the boy wonder be joining us? I haven't even gotten a proper chance to hire someone to clean, wouldn't want him being disappointed," Pansy snarked, trying to catch a glance over the table at the paper in Draco's hand.

"He's at the Weasel household. So, no," Draco smirked, shoving the note in his pocket and away from prying eyes. Pansy's house elf deposited a basket of bread on the table before scurrying off and leaving the two to themselves.

"How unfortunate. What will we do if any ne'er-do-wells come knocking? We would simply perish," Pansy teased. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Alright, alright. Knock it off." Draco was of the mindset that as much as he taunted Harry, nobody else was welcome to. It was a privilege all his own. He dug into the meal in front of him, a black peppered steak to top off the fettuccine they had for the first course. Pansy's house elves always made the most exquisite meals, and it was medium-rare just like he liked it. It really was a pity Harry opposed keeping one in their flat.

He reached for a piece of bread from the basket when Pansy's nails closed around his hand. "Ow! What the hell? Unhand me, Parkinson," he snapped, trying and failing to pull his hand back. Physical strength was never really his strong suit.

"I should be asking you 'what the hell'!" she shrieked, retracting her claws. "What in the good name of Salazar Slytherin is on your ring finger?"

Draco took his hand back, rubbing over the spots where Pansy's nails had dug in. "Brute. Someone really should declaw you. If you must know, it's an engagement ring," he bragged, watching as it reflected the lights from Pansy's chandelier. He was surprised that Harry had picked something so very… Them. His taste in jewelry wasn't the best, the cufflinks he'd gotten Draco two Christmases ago were still buried at the bottom of his sock drawer. The ring was silver, engraved with a beautifully intricate pattern on the outside, and a message on the inside. 'For Draco. Love always, Harry.'

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"Why would I do that, Panda?" Draco teased, taking a bite out of the bread he'd fought so incredibly hard to win. Plus, using Pansy's childhood nickname was always a low blow he enjoyed giving.

Pansy let out an angry hiss. "So you're going to be Mrs. Potter now? Can't wait until the Prophet gets a load of that."

"For your information, we are hyphenating last names," Draco informed her. "And the Prophet won't be hearing about this until I tell mother and father. Do you understand?" An evil grin spread over Pansy's heavily-glamoured face. "Pansy! You cannot go running to the Prophet like you did when Theo came out."

"I was going him a favor! It was so much easier than doing an interview about it. Plus, the wizarding world already knows what big homos you and Potter are for each other. I'd just be informing them of a development in their precious power couple's romance," Pansy defended. Draco shot her one of his looks, and she threw up her hands dramatically in frustration. "Fine! Theo forgave me in the end, after all. But the second you two zip off on your honeymoon, I hope you know I will be giving that rag all of the juicy details."

Draco couldn't help but smile. Pansy was such an incorrigible, gossipy socialite. He remembered her reaction when he had informed her he would actually be getting a job rather than freeloading off of his parents and partying with her all year. Pansy had actually thrown a vase. "I wouldn't expect anything less," Draco admitted. Being best friends with Pansy had its own risks and stipulations. He decided he'd save her 'maid of honor' news for later, and returned to eating his steak.