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Chapter 2

Narcissa Malfoy started her usual activities after she had enherited her son with a piece of advice, she thought, so she was utterly amazed when Draco came running in the drawing room. She continued arranging her papers on the table and paid no attention to him. After all, he could not complain about nothing, because he always have been the centre of all her attention.

"Mother" he started with a mechanical voice, "I don't know what's this all about, but you've got to see this. It's almost outrageous!"

"What?" Narcissa demanded calmly and with her soft hand took the paper from Draco.

After a few moments, the young man was certainly about to burst out, because of his mother's silence. He personally would take it as a joke, but he was not so sure about Narcissa. She always had a specific way to observe things or to agree or disagree with them. Not being able to stand the silence anymore, Draco let out a strange sound, like his throat was all in pain. Not very much from the truth, after all, because for almost three weeks he barely spoke with someone.

"This is wonderful, my angel! Absolutely magical, I can say! And what a perfect timing!"Narcissa giggled and her smile started to annoy Draco.

"Mum, you can't be serious!" He said with a tone of sarcasm in his voice. "I'm not going to attend some stupid and boring Weaselish-Grangerful wedding! You've got to be joking, right?"

"Draco, don't make a fool of yourself! You know I am not joking. In fact, I am very very serious. I want you to go to their wedding, especially if you now have an invitation."

Draco confronted her eyes and saw a clear sparkle which made him suspicious.

"You made this up. You want to make me laugh, or what?" he asked with his eyes engorged. "I can laugh by myself, look…." He started laughing loudly, with his voice like the one of a mad man. His arms were now up his head and he was waving strange paces in the air.

"STOP! Draco, stop it! You're going to hurt yourself, sweetie. Please, calm down."

She brought her son's arms in her hands and started rubbing gently at his back.

"I had nothing to do with this invitation, Draco. You should have listened to what I told you. Old school rivalries do not worth it anymore. People are trying to make friends again, that's why you got an invitation to Weasley's and Granger's wedding."

"OK, Mum. I'm going to reply."

"I hope it's the one answer which I expect."

Draco gave her a weak smile and in a few seconds was back in his own room. The red owl was sitting there on the desk, where he had left her. He now noticed that she had gray eyes, like his. But, you know, a Malfoy is a Malfoy and Draco knew for sure that his eyes were unique and the most beautiful in the world, except probably for another pair which he had loved until a few weeks ago. That's what he thought then, but now was sure that his were the most beautiful, no exceptions. Quite strange, how can life be sometimes, how cruel, making people like Draco fell into extremes because of some others who simply did not care.

Draco folded the small piece of parchment and gently brushed the feathers of the owl.

"I hope you'll bring something new for me in my life" he said with a sad smile.

The bird shook her gray eyes and flew through the opened window.

(***)

The rain poured down on the glass, making a fine sweet noise which made Draco sleep well. He dreamed again about that bloody Blaise, fact which couldn't be suppressed by the weather. Why he had to be so bad with him, to just play? Draco did not want that. Ever since he was little he dreamed about being with someone who truly loved him, someone who cared for him, a mutual feeling of love, because Draco did not really believed in what we call ''love at first sight". First of all, it was a weird concept and second, the young man did not want to remember about his own ghost of past.

But had he ever been in love? No, he didn't know. He was rather unsure about this topic. How do you know when a person is in love? Are there true the classical feelings: the butterflies in the stomach, no need to eat or sleep and a mind invaded with thoughts about the person which you fall in love with? Or it is just an old story made to make everybody dream about their own perfect lives?

Draco dreamed now about a strange game. He was there, at their wedding and the tables were full of delicious food. The chairs looked aristocratically, the people well dressed and all smiling and the air full of little fairies of different colors, charmed to entertain the guests and to maintain the atmosphere. "They are quite pretty", Draco thought. They stayed in a circle, all of them and they played a Muggle game. He was excited, but also annoyed that he accepted playing something invented by them. The game had punishments, all written on small pieces of paper, which you had to do if you messed up your own tasks. Draco somehow managed to mess up things and he was given a punishment, which he had to do in collaboration with the Saint Potter, this only because the bloody game pointed that he was right to help Draco Malfoy with his task. All the others were very amused about the pairing, but their lips met in certain disgust or fascination, Draco could not tell, when he started to read the note in his hands. He was almost ready to approach Potter when he felt something nuzzling his neck.

"Wake up, Master Draco!"a little voice cried. "Wake up!"

He felt himself being pulled out of the sheets and his hands being transported through air to the nightstand.

"Winky!" Draco yelled when she saw the creature sitting on his chest. "What is it?"

"You've got a letter." she said while trying to regain her posture of good house-elf.

"And couldn't this wait until morning?"

"No, because she's waiting" she ended and disappeared with a crack.

"SHE?"

The young man was thrilled when he saw a snow owl sitting on the nightstand, watching him with incredibly big eyes. He only knew one white owl and that was Potter's. What the hell might he want from him after about seven years?

Draco,

I see you have accepted Ron's and Hermione's wedding invitation. Please try to see this as a good intention and not something else.

Hope we meet there.

Harry

P.S. Sorry about the late hour. Really

"Yeah, I bet you're sorry" said Draco between his teeth, watching the clock which now was showing 2 o'clock in the morning. "Well, well. Mother was right. This is going to be fun."

He let the paper fall and fell asleep when his head touched the pillow.

(***)

"Hermione! You can't be serious! I'm not going to tolerate a Malfoy at my wedding!"

Ron Weasley was all red, making his hair pale in contrast with his face. His hands were trembling in the air and Harry could do nothing more than watch how his best friends, now preparing to be husband and wife, were arguing.

"Ronald! To be more specific, it is OUR wedding and I'm not going to accept any strange behavior of yours. Draco Malfoy received an invitation and that's it! He may or may not attend the wedding, but will be his choice. I don't want to hear any of this anymore. Why can't you just be nice and forget all your stubbornness?"

"Because, Hermione" started Ron with a sort of begging tone," you can't trust the Ferret. Maybe the war is over, the old Voldie is gone, but he is a Malfoy and a Death Eater."

"Was once, my dear, was once. Have you ever thought that he maybe was never able to decide for himself? That maybe, only maybe, all their family was forced to embrace this way?"

Hermione was now not arguing, but trying to explain things to Ron, like you would talk to a child. She adopted her motherly voice and her hazel eyes were all honey and milk. After all, she did not want an emotional break-up just before the wedding. She wanted her Ronald to be satisfied, even if his school enemy was going to attend the party.

Mostly, the woman was surprised by Harry. He didn't raise a finger for her future husband in this 'Malfoy issue', fact for which she was grateful. Her capacities of being attentive all over the place these days begun to fade because the fatigue she felt inside. She will need a very long honeymoon after this.

Harry sat on the couch, admiring their loss of words when suddenly his best friend pointed a finger to his chest.

"Why don't you say anything?"

"What would you like me to say, Ron? I can't show up every time you solve your problems. That's not how marriage works, my friend!" he kept mocking and Hermione started to laugh.

"Harry, it's Malfoy! Remember, our enemy, the White Ferret …"he couldn't continue because of the lack of support. His best friends were watching him with a fresh irony on their lips.

"Not going to work … I'm not going to stand for this, Ron. I thought you figure it out yet."

"What's wrong with you people?" he said exhausted and left the room.

"Look, Harry!" Hermione blurted out victorious. "Draco's answer."

She read quickly and offered the man in front of her a crushed hug.

"So, I suppose he'll be here" said Harry between fighting for air.

"I can't wait. I'll try to make things perfect for you two. I'll talk to the others to be nice with him, explain all my reasons for inviting him, of course, not yours, but the others, just to make sure they understand exactly …I'll even set out a room if you like…Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't think it would be appropriate …now… " she continued gasping for air, suddenly realising that she made quite a mistake.

Harrry dug his face into his hands and said with an amused voice.

"Mione, my God. Calm down. I don't even know how he feels about this… and please stop acting like a mother hen for me; you're not even married yet. Oh, my God…"he whispered the last words as for himself.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm just trying to … you know, sort things out perfectly. Every woman wants that, you can't accuse me …"

Harry laughed and hugged another time his friend. "You're doing great. Just don't be so over-protective with Ron … or me", he added slowly.

"You both need protection. I kind of feel it's my duty" she said and spat out her tongue.

The old Hermione, Harry thought. Maybe marriage doesn't change people that much after all. It's just a matter or your own way, the path you choose for your life to follow.

He was excited. No doubt how excited he was about Draco accepting the invitation. And the note he sent to him, as a reply to his own letter, which, of course, was a very delicate manner approved by Hermione … he could almost feel old Malfoy tone into that, that bloody Ferret never lost his touch.

He was so happy that he soon started to sing that awful song by Celestine Warbeck, which played on the radio. This witch was Molly's favorite, not him, but it is strange how human emotions can affect one grown-up man.

"You will lie in my cauldron of love,

You, my love…"

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Author note: Please REVIEW. I want to know how I'm doing. This is my first fan fiction story. It is YAOI, so if you don't like it, don't read. For this chapter, the second, things aren't that hard, but there will be sexual content in the following chapters and all that a Harry/Draco relationship means.

OK, I said sexual content, but don't expect it too soon. I think it's better to warm you up first, guys!

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