The Way He Kisses Me
Chapter 2
Harry POV:
Oh, how I hated that morning. The morning when I woke up to a newspaper with something I had been dreading for years. The arranged marriage of Draco Malfoy and Rosemary Bloomingdale. I had seen it coming ever since I heard about Lucius Malfoy's death. His mother probably arranged the marriage in order to save herself from poverty….
"Damn!" I screamed at the walls of my house. I had been waiting for him for so long, and now he was to go get married to some little rich broad. I stormed into my kitchen and angrily prepared a snack. I have to tell him, I thought, before he gets married. But HOW!? I can't very well just walk right into his house and say, "Hey Draco, how's it going? You know, you shouldn't get married because, guess what, I love you!" That'll go smoothly….sheesh.
I was doomed……I sat there in silent sobs for the rest of the day.
Draco POV:
"Would you like more tea Draco?" asked my future wife. However, I wasn't listening to a word she said. All I could think about was that I would never get to be with the one person I truly cared about…… "Draco….Draco?" I snapped back into reality and shook my head.
I watched her every move as she listened to the politics our two mothers were eagerly talking about. I watched the way her golden hair glistened and wished that it was short, brown and unruly. I watched her slender hands reach for her tea and wished that they were a little larger. I watched as her crystal blue eyes gazed back at me and wished they were green. I watched her smile and wished that it had been Harry smiling at me.
I tuned back in to what our mothers were saying and realized they were talking about the wedding now.
"We should give them at least a month to get to know each other first," said Mrs. Bloomingdale.
"No, no, they can get to know each other on their honeymoon, why don't we just marry them quickly so they can get on with their lives together? Let's say…..Friday."
"Oh, all right then. We'll arrange the wedding for Friday." Now I was really listening.
"No!" I shouted before thinking.
"What? Do you have a problem marrying my daughter so soon? Not fit for you?" Mrs. Bloomingdale's eyebrow shot up and my mother just glared at me with wide eyes.
"No, of course not! It's….It's…." my mind raced, "It's that, I didn't think we should wait that long…why not Wednesday?"
Damn.
"Splendid!" shouted my mother, "you see how excited he is? Can't even wait four days." They continued to chat about decorations and such as I sulked. Rosemary smiled at me and whispered form across the table, "We are going to be so happy together!" I put on a fake smile and thought, if only that were true. And it would have been true, if I wasn't already in love.