Blaise groggily opened his eyes as he tried to recall the previous night. When a warm body shifted beside him, his memories started to return. After Draco had left them, he'd hit the strip club with Theo and Greg. The three of them had thoroughly enjoyed themselves immensely, and they only headed to the casino when Theo pointed out Draco would be waiting for them. When they'd arrived at the casino there'd been no sign of Draco, but Blaise didn't know if his best friend had ever shown up as he'd got chatting to one of the dancers in the strip club and had arranged to meet her for a drink. Leaving Theo and Greg to wait for Draco, Blaise had headed off to meet his new stripper friend, and one thing led to another and they'd ended up back in his room.

Turning over, Blaise grinned at the sight of the naked witch in his bed. However, when he got his eye on the clock beside the bed he swore when he realised he was running late. He and Draco had arranged to have breakfast together and have one last walk-through of the hotel, before Draco made a decision. Knowing he still had to convince his friend that Vegas was the right move for them to make, Blaise hopped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom.

By the time Blaise had returned to the bedroom, his stripper friend had woken up and was sitting up in the large bed.

"Hey," Blaise greeted with a smile as he grabbed his clothes and began to pull them on. "I would love to stay, but I'm running late for a meeting with my business partner."

"Maybe we can meet up later," the stripper, Carrie-Anne, purred as she stretched her body temptingly.

"You're on," Blaise said, unable to tear his eyes away from Carrie-Anne's bare breasts. "We can meet in the same bar as last night at one. I should be finished my business by then. We can have one final drink before I head home."

"I hope we can have more than a drink," Carrie-Anne replied with a seductive smile as she rose from the bed and slipped into the tiny dress she'd been wearing the previous evening.

"I'm sure we can manage more than a drink," Blaise vowed, pulling her into his arms and giving her a deep kiss.

Reluctantly, Blaise let her out of his arms after one kiss. It was so very tempting just to drag her back to bed and just leave a message for Draco cancelling their meeting, but he knew if he did that his friend would be less inclined to go along with his Vegas idea. Right now, Blaise needed to keep Draco sweet if he wanted to see his dream of building a hotel in Vegas come to fruition.

Reiterating his promise to meet Carrie-Anne for one final bit of fun before he headed home, Blaise ushered the witch out of his room and headed down to the breakfast room. When he arrived in the breakfast room, he quickly spotted Theo and Greg, but there was no sign of Draco and the girls. Breathing a sigh of relief that he'd arrived before Draco, Blaise grabbed a plate of food from the buffet and joined his friends.

"Did you both have fun last night?" Blaise asked, pouring himself some strong coffee from the pot on the table.

"Yeah," Greg answered. "It was a laugh."

"Draco wasn't mad that I ducked out last night was he?" Blaise checked, hoping he hadn't blown things with his partner the previous night.

"Not a clue," Theo replied with a shrug. "We never saw him again."

"He didn't show up in the casino?" Blaise frowned.

"Not while we were there," Theo answered. "I stayed a few hours, before heading back to the room to see if Daphne was back. When she was there, I spent the rest of the night with her."

"I was in the casino for an hour or so more, and I didn't see him either," Greg added. "Maybe he went back to his room and spent the rest of the evening with Astoria."

"Maybe," Blaise agreed.

Deciding it wasn't important where his friend had gotten to the previous evening, he carried on enjoying his breakfast. However, by the time he'd finished eating there was still no sign of Draco. By now it was nearly an hour past the time they'd arranged to meet, and Blaise was starting to get annoyed. He'd blown off a morning of hot sex for his partner, so the least he could do was show his bloody face.

"I'm going to go and see if I can raise Draco," Blaise announced as he finished his coffee.

"Maybe Astoria wore him out," Theo joked. "Daphne was feeling really frisky last night, maybe Astoria was as well."

"You managed to get up for breakfast," Blaise pointed out. Even though he wouldn't say as much to Theo, he figured that Draco would have much better stamina than Theo and was less likely to be worn out following a night of sex.

"Yeah, but Daphne decided to have a lie in," Theo retorted with a proud smirk.

"Well, lie-in or not, it's time Draco was up," Blaise said, getting to his feet.

Leaving his friends to enjoy their morning, Blaise headed back towards reception. It was only as he was about to board the lift that he realised he didn't know which room Draco was staying in. He knew they were all staying on the same floor, but he wasn't sure about room numbers. The only way he could remember his own room number was because it was printed on the key.

Heading over to reception, he grinned as he spotted the witch in duty was the same witch who'd checked them in. Hopefully he could charm her into telling him what room Draco was in, even though he was guessing it was against the hotel's policy. He'd never known a hotel give out guests details before, but he was confident his charm would win her over.

"Hi, I need to ask you a big favour," Blaise said, giving the pretty receptionist his most sincere smile. "I need to speak to my friend and business partner, and I can't remember which room he's in. I don't suppose you could tell me, could you?"

"We're not allowed to give out such information, Mr Zabini," the receptionist replied with a rueful shake of her head.

Blaise inwardly smirked at the fact she'd remembered his name, clearly he'd made an impression on the witch. "It's an emergency. Please, I won't tell anyone else. I'm sure you can even remember him arriving with me. Draco Malfoy, a tall, good looking blond."

"I remember Mr Malfoy," the receptionist said with a small smile.

"So you'll help me?" Blaise asked with an eager smile.

"Okay, I'll help you," the receptionist. "But only because I know you're genuinely his friend."

"You're an angel," Blaise said with a grin as the witch behind reception pulled out the booking book and flicked through it.

"Hmm," she muttered with a frown. "That's odd."

"What?"

"Mr Malfoy is down to occupy suite fifteen-ten, but he's also booked into another suite."

"He switched rooms?" Blaise asked, assuming Astoria had thrown some sort of tantrum and insisted they upgraded rooms.

"No, he's still got the key for suite fifteen-ten," the receptionist replied. "But in the early hours of this morning he checked into the honeymoon suite with his wife."

"Wife?" Blaise's eyes widened, before understanding dawned on him. "The stupid bugger, he's only gone and married her on the quiet. What floor is the honeymoon suite on?"

"Eighteenth, you'll be able to find the room as it's the only one on that floor," the receptionist supplied.

"Thank you so much," Blaise said, giving the receptionist a smile before stalking off towards the lifts.

As he headed up to the honeymoon suite, Blaise couldn't help but marvel at Draco's stupidity. He knew his best friend was unhappy with the fuss surrounding his upcoming wedding, but to get married in secret was just ludicrous. Even though he'd somehow convinced Astoria to marry him on the quiet, it didn't mean things would stay quiet. Narcissa wasn't going to stand for her only son eloping and getting married without her, and he doubted Astoria would be too happy when they got back home. Chances were all Draco had done was make sure he ended up married to Astoria quicker than he'd intended.

"Idiot," Blaise muttered to himself as he reached the eighteenth floor and disembarked from the lift.

Easily finding the honeymoon suite, he knocked on the door. When there was no answer after a few minutes, he knocked again, only louder. A third and final knock got results and Blaise heard the voice of his best friend telling him he'd be there in a minute. When the door opened, Blaise was confronted with his best friend. All Draco was wearing was his trousers, and judging from his dishevelled hair, he'd only just got out of bed when Blaise had knocked on the door.

"Blaise, what are you doing here?" Draco asked with a frown.

"I think the question is, what are you doing here?" Blaise returned, pushing past his friend and entering the luxurious honeymoon suite. "Nice room."

"It is," Draco agreed, shutting the door behind Blaise and following him into the living area.

"Did you honestly think this through, Draco?" Blaise questioned, settling himself on the large sofa. "This has to be your stupidest idea yet."

"Thanks for your support, Blaise," Draco muttered. "Granted it's come slightly out of nowhere, but it the right decision."

"The right decision?" Blaise repeated with a snort. "How is this the right decision? It's madness, Draco."

Before Draco had a chance to respond, Blaise heard movement behind him. Assuming it was Astoria emerging from the bedroom, Blaise twisted round on the sofa. However, instead of finding Draco's leggy blonde fiancée, he found Draco's beautiful, brunette former girlfriend standing in the doorway, wearing just Draco's shirt.

"Hermione!" Blaise looked between Hermione and Draco, trying to comprehend what was happening. "What's going on Draco?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Draco questioned with a shrug as he walked over to Hermione and wrapped his arm around her waist. "We got married last night."

"How the hell did it happen?" Blaise asked as Draco led Hermione over to the sofa and the pair of them sat down. "Did you plan this?"

"No," Draco replied with a shake of his head. "Until last night we hadn't seen each other for years."

"And what, you met up again and just happened to get married?" Blaise questioned in disbelief.

"It wasn't like that," Draco protested. "It was fate."

"Fate?" Blaise arched his eyebrow and looked at his friend as though he was mad.

"After leaving you lot last night, I could have easily had a drink in one of the bars in this hotel," Draco explained. "But I chose to visit one of the other hotels, the very one Hermione happened to be staying in."

"I would call that coincidence rather than fate," Blaise muttered.

"And then there was the fact I happened to choose the exact bar she was in," Draco continued. "I was initially going to try and rooftop cocktail bar, but at the last minute I changed my mind and ended up in the bar where Hermione was sitting. The way I look at it, fate drew us together. And once I set eyes on Hermione, I knew I wasn't going to be foolish enough to let her go again," he finished, turning his head slightly to smile at Hermione.

"Okay, that I get," Blaise conceded. "But why get married?"

"We had a bit too much to drink," Draco replied with a sheepish shrug.

Blaise gave the couple a calculating look, trying to decide if they were being honest with him. "Too much to drink? Neither of you look drunk."

"That was last night," Draco argued.

"You don't look hung over either," Blaise added. "Stop the excuses, Draco," he said when Draco opened his mouth to speak. "I know you too well. You're not the sort to get so drunk you accidentally get married, and while I don't know Hermione very well, I don't think it's her style either."

Draco turned back to face Hermione, who gave him a shrug and a small smile. "Okay," he said, turning back to Blaise. "We weren't drunk. We knew what we were doing. We were talking about getting back together and went for a walk. When we saw the chapel, we had our answer."

"You do know how hard this is going to be, don't you?" Blaise asked the pair. He actually approved of Draco following his heart, even if he did think his best friend could have gone about things differently.

"We know things aren't going to be easy," Hermione said as she took hold of Draco's hand. "But we're going to handle this together."

"Yes, we are," Draco agreed, giving his wife a warm smile.

"You're going to need each other to get through this," Blaise predicted. "No-one is going to approve of this."

"We're aware of that, Blaise," Draco said with a sigh. "But I was hoping I would have my best friend's support. It was only a few weeks ago that you were encouraging me to go after Hermione."

"You do have my support, but I have to point out how hard things are going to be," Blaise replied. "You haven't just gotten back together, you've gotten married. And don't forget Draco, you came to Vegas with a different fiancée."

"I have not forgotten about Astoria," Draco said with a grimace.

"As long as you're prepared to face her wrath," Blaise said. "I promise I'll be there for you both. Just for the record, are you going with the whole drunken excuse?"

"As long as you don't drop us in it," Draco replied, levelling a serious look at his best friend. "I think certain people will take the news better if they thought we were inebriated. Although we are going to make it clear that we don't regret what we did. Finally, we're together and we couldn't be happier."

Despite the circumstances, Blaise had to smile. It had been a long time since he'd seen Draco so happy, and even with everything that would inevitably follow for the pair, he was confident they would survive.

"In that case congratulations," Blaise said with a grin as he got to his feet. "I'll leave you to decide your next move, but I would advise dealing with Astoria as soon as possible."

"Thanks Blaise," Draco said, smiling at his friend.

Still slightly shocked by his discovery, Blaise left the newlyweds to get on with their day. It looked like his hotel plans were on hold for the minute. Draco had bigger things to worry about then checking out the rest of the hotel. He had to deal with Astoria, and Blaise didn't envy him that task one little bit. Who knew how she was going to react when she found out the wizard she was due to marry had gone and married the witch he truly loved.