I'm Yours

I'm Yours

Chapter Four: Failure's not Flattering

Draco pulled his hood farther over his head, shadowing his face into a mysterious shade as he tucked his face against the wind and walked towards the elegant and massive Zabini Manor.

The enormous house was set upon a hill at the end of a winding drive; it was an elegant white with dark green shutters and tall columns framing the massive black door. Draco hurried up to the door and without a knock he pulled down his hood, pushed open the door and walked in.

It was pandemonium.

People were running around like chickens with their heads cut off, pulling ribbons and flowers out of thin air and Ms. Zabini stood in the middle of it with a haughty but satisfied look upon her stunningly elegant features.

Ms. Belinda Zabini, appropriately named because her name in Italian meant beautiful snake, had dark hair that was thick and wavy. It was currently pulled back into a bun at the nape of her long neck. Her skin was dark and her eyes the color of black coffee, endless and cool. Her mouth was set perfectly under her straight nose between two high cheekbones. Her eyebrows arched to perfection as a smug smile pulled up her lips. Her body was slim to an elegant extent, she was wearing robes of the darkest red her hands on her hips as she watched the chaos ensue

Draco entered the house casually stepping around and through the bustling servants and house elf's up to the mistress of the manor, taking her long fingered hand and kissing the top lightly.

"Pleasure as always Ms. Zabini," his voice was smooth and cool, the Malfoy trademark in human form.

"As always Draco, Please call me Belinda," her smile was bright but Draco could sense the ice behind her words. The Italian witch was a charmer; skilled in her art to perfection and almost to the extent of it being natural. She would charm a roach if it could get her any profit, a Slytherin through and through, but Draco could always feel a sense of coolness behind her carefully thought out words and it always caused his skin to crawl.

The platinum man forced a grin onto his features and nodded once before slipping away from the towering woman who calmly told a servant to hurry and get the flowers to the back garden.

Draco made his way slowly towards the back garden weaving familiarly through the manor until he reached two French double doors and pushed them open revealing the wedding site. The Zabini garden was magnificent, only second to the Malfoy's.

Stone walking paths, elegant ivy covered arches and natural brooks and falls were only the beginning. Flowers lined the walk ways and color' seemed to burst from every visible area. Draco immediately spotted his best friend standing in the midst of the frantic disarray a lost scared look upon his handsome face.

A smirk pulled at the grey eyed man's lips as he made his way over to where Blaise stood motionless.

"Hey mate, how's it going," the casual tone in Draco's done didn't hide the teasing lilt.

"This is insane," was the only reply.

"Well, think of it this way…yeah, your right this is insane,"

"Your one shit of a best man," Blaise snapped out of his scared trance and trained his warm dark eyes onto Draco.

"Well you picked me man; you could have had St. Potter…" Draco laughed but quickly noticed that his best friend had broken his gaze.

"Well I mean, dating Luna…its sort of hard not to see her friends and well…Ron and Harry are the other groomsmen," Blaise blurted out quickly, fake coughing at the end.

"You must be stark mad," Draco hissed his eyes turning cold.

"Ah, err. Here everybody comes now," Blaise mumbled turning towards the group who were coming towards them.

Luna was leading the way in her classic dance like gait as her long dirty blonde hair tossed in the wind, her smile was wide when she approached her fiancée. Following her came Ginny Potter, the maid of honor, her arm looped around Harry who was watching Draco with thoughtful careful emerald eyes. Next to Harry came Ron, his back hunched his eyes almost angry as he watched Draco his mouth formed in a familiar sneer.

The blonde man knew who was coming next, he could feel it in his bones almost as if her very presence was seeping into his veins and turning his insides to mush. She came behind the group, her walk defeated and she seemed small as if all her flame and fire had drained to nothing, not even a candle.

Her hair was pulled into a careless messy bun on the top of her head; no makeup had been applied to her face as if she hadn't even bothered. She was wearing old loose jeans, a red hoodie sweatshirt and some black converse. Draco thought she looked stunning.

He averted his eyes, instead focusing on a particularly bright orange bloom off to his left.

He heard Ms. Zabini's voice from his side, and he turned to look at her, vaguely wondering where exactly she'd come from.

"Now, Blaise go up to the alter…you too Draco, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley..."

The four men trooped up to their places, Blaise in front and on the alter and the other three lined up below.

"Oh, and Luna dear head to the back where you'll be entering…and take your bridesmaids," the dark haired woman's voice was cool as she gestured to the French doors that entered the garden.

Draco stood in a bored stupor as Ms. Zabini ordered and talked through the proceedings for the following Tuesday.

The grey eyed man focused his attention on avoiding Hermione's eyes, which he did with ease because she seemed to have locked her eyes to her shoes.

Finally after an hour of steadily avoiding those dark brown eyes, and not listening to Blaise's mother, Ms. Zabini was through and they were free to leave. Draco had placed his mask of cool indifference on his face, when he stepped towards the double doors in order to take a hasty leave.

"Draco mate, wait up," Blaise jogged over to where he was going inside and said in a low tone, "We're all going over to that coffee place, do you want to come?"

"What do you think Blaise?" Draco hissed a sneer pulling at his lips.

"Come on...for me," the dark haired man pleaded his eyes hopeful.

The grey eyed man thought for a second, and a devious plan began to fester, "Sure yeah, I'll go…but I'll meet you there and I'm not staying long." With that he disappeared inside the house and quickly made his way back out the front door and outside of the wards before spinning away to his flat.

He ran to his room and pulled on a pair of slacks and a olive green jumper over a collard shirt, grabbing his wand, he spun away again to the heart of Diagon Ally. Walking swiftly against the wind, he reached the coffee shop quickly; he pushed open the door covered in flyers from the inside, letting the heat and warm earthy smell wash over him.

He walked up to the counter and winked at Ana who was staring dreamily at the table where his best friend sat with the other members of the wedding party.

"Hello Ana, how's business?" Draco leaned against the casually in away that had people seethe in envy at his gracefulness.

"Doing well, thanks Draco!" Ana said as she smiled at him, her bright teeth lighting up the room.

"That great, how about getting me a hazelnut blend with two sugars today?" he asked his voice light but smooth, a charming smile spread across his face.

He watched as she turned to make his coffee and he snuck a glance at the table where every single person sat watching him. He turned his head back to Ana when she brought back his coffee, he touched her hand lightly as she handed him his drink and gave her a swoon worthy grin, but she only smiled with friendliness…but no one else knew that.

Draco took a sip of his warm drink with deliberate slowness, before turning his eyes to the table.

Blaise was glaring at him, Luna was staring at him with her disturbingly wide light eyes, Ron's face was a furious red, Harry was shaking his head, Ginny was frowning, and Hermione's face was blank nothing in her stare held any emotion.

And with a mocking wave he left the store, just walking his hot drink warming his hands, but doing nothing to his frozen heart.

what's your problem
can't you see it
and you go and blow it
like everyone knows you will

don't leave this rock unturned
cause you could like what you find
a sure shot hit
with your name attached to it
will you keep me in mind
I won't cast the first stone
or leave the first mark
but I will leave a lasting impression
you believe what you want
and you said what's been said
and i do hope you learn a lesson (do hope you learn a lesson)

-New found Glory