To love Alone
Prologue
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Two million dollars paid in full, cash in the black briefcase, quick and above all else done with the utmost discretion. And just like that, the once known Harry James Potter, Harry had become Mr. Harry James Malfoy husband to the illustrious Draco Yves Malfoy, Heir to the limitless Malfoy fortune all within 48 hours. Harry had to applaud his father's promptness and of course James Potter's endless greed.
Greed and the lack of any morals whatsoever was the reason for Harry's wedding reception this very moment; James had hit a bit of a gambling problem a few months back, the banks refused to loan him money unless he paid for the outstanding debts he had already acquired. so with nowhere else to go, James had crawled to the devil himself, Lucius Malfoy, one of the richest man in the world, much to James's luck, Lucius had agreed to pay for everything, and he had, within days everything had been cleared, mortgages, expansive cars, yachts, etc…Lucius had paid handsomely, He had had even gone as far as to give James a little spending money out of the goodness of his heart, two million dollar worth of generosity. James should've known the devil always came to collect and Harry had been the virginal sacrifice, James hadn't protested, to pick between his son and money? How foolish to think he would've chosen his only son.
So here he stood, among the rich and beautiful that reeked of narcissistic pride, Harry felt wholly out of place, he hated the situation he had been forced into but he didn't get joy out of seeing his father poverty stricken, so Harry meekly, dutifully submitted to the situation. He tipped his champagne flute up and took a hesitant sip, he didn't drink, but as he took in the lovely scene of his newly wed husband meshing the body of a dark haired man to his own, Harry knew he would need alcohol to sustain him through this entire debacle. The golden light, fizzing drink disappeared in his pallet and he hurriedly grabbed another from a passing waiter.
It's not real…it's not real…it's not real…
The mantra was on going in his head, as he heard the laughter from the dance floor, the golden head of his husband tipping back just so to laugh at the joke Harry figured, his dance partner had made. The champagne flute went up again, he felt so freaking stupid, utterly and devastatingly stupid. Why had he even thought that this marriage could be the start of something new? Why did he think that he could actually find happiness with a virtual stranger, who did not even know the first thing about a monogamous relationship?
Draco… he had read about Draco… Draco was a coined sex god who dated both males and females as often as he changed his boxers, Draco eyes were blue-grey, his hair, a mane of flaxen blond shot with silver, Draco was beautiful, he had the sort of beauty that made Michelangelo's 'David' beautiful both in physique and angelic facial features. And that was all Harry knew about the man he would spend the better part of his twenties and thirties with, it wasn't much, it wasn't likeability, it wasn't even love and it pained him.
Harry was a romantic sap, he believed in happily ever after's, he believed in foot-popping kisses, he believed in love at first sight, he even believed in the preconceived notion of soul mates and he believed and sadly mourned the fact that he would never be with his soul mate.
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