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Chapter 10: Wedding Plans and the Best Men

It had been 2 weeks since Hermione and Draco decided to have their wedding. They would have it a week before Draco's trial, giving them a few days to spend together as a married couple. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley insisted that they have the wedding at the Burrow and the young couple agreed. Fleur agreed to help decorate for the wedding, Ginny and Luna were to be bridesmaids, and Hermione's mother would be her Matron of Honor. Everything was set.

Everything except Draco.

He had no groomsmen or a Best Man. All his friends were either killed in the war or they had gone into hiding. He was left with only one choice, and it made him cringe.

I have to ask Harry and Weasel.

Draco and Harry's relationship had improved over the past few weeks, but his relationship with Ron was still where it used to be, just more tolerable now that he was living with him.

"I think it's a good idea." Hermione said one night. "You and Ron have been bumping heads since our first year."

"And the Weasel hasn't made it any easier." Draco responded with gritted teeth.

"Well, you're the one who wanted to have this wedding Draco, so suck it up and get it done."

/

Draco decided to make a truce with Ron by inviting him and Harry to the Three Broomsticks that night. Harry eagerly accepted, while Ron grudgingly accepted his invite because he didn't want to be left alone with all the girls.

They arrived in Hogsmeade that night. They could hear the conversations and laughter from outside the Three Broomsticks. Tonight's quidditch game was Bulgaria vs. Ireland. When they walked inside, Harry and Ron were greeted by fellow villagers, while Draco was greeted with silence, horrific stares, and whispers. Draco ignored all of this as he made his way to the bar. He ordered three large glasses of Firewhiskey, while Ron and Harry betted on the game.

"A galleon that Ireland wins." Ron said as he took a sip out his glass.

"Okay," Harry sat there pondering what he should waiver. "One galleon that Bulgaria wins and catches the snitch."

Ron snorted. "This is going to be too easy."

Draco raised his eyebrow at Ron and laughed.

"And what's so funny, Malfoy?" Ron asked. A frown on his face as if he wanted to hit Draco with his glass.

"I bet one galleon that Ireland loses, but they catch the snitch." Draco said with as he took a sip of Firewhiskey.

Harry almost choked on his drink and Ron laughed so hard that some came out his nose. "Ireland hasn't caught a snitch in years, nor have they lost." Ron managed to get out through his laughter.

"Then, I guess you have nothing to lose then, eh?" Draco smirked. He held out both of his hands for Harry and Ron to shake, and the bets were made.

/

An hour later, the game was over. Harry won the bet, and he used his money to buy more glasses of Firewhiskey. In the next hour, the boys were pissy drunk, laughing and joking about the game and old school memories. They looked like a group of old friends, reuniting for the first time in years. The villagers were astonished—watching Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Draco Malfoy, enemies since the beginning of their 1st year at Hogwarts, joke and laugh like they had been best mates for years.

"Remember that time," Ron began, trying to stop laughing so he could get the rest of his words out. "When Mad-Eye Moody turned Malfoy into a ferret?"

Draco laughed along with him, almost spilling his firewhiskey on Harry. "Worst day of my life. Have you ever seen the inside of Crabbe's pants? And he calls himself a heavy hitter!"

The three boys laughed. Draco almost fell out of his seat, but Harry caught him just in time for him to regain his balance. Draco took another sip of firewhiskey and began to speak again.

"Or the time—the time when Weasel tried to curse me, and ended up making slugs come out his own mouth."

Ron's face immediately turned a sickly green color and he almost threw up, but he caught himself and began laughing again. "I can still feel that shit in my mouth." He gulped down the rest of his drink, as if he was trying to wash the taste out of his mouth.

The boys continued joking until the Bartender made them leave. Ron began to mistake him for Hagrid, asking him how the Blast-Ended Skrewts were doing. When the bartender had no idea who or what Ron was talking about, Ron became upset and broke one of the glasses which lead to his physical removal from the bar by Harry and Draco. They then took their drunk antics to the streets of Hogsmeade, singing and screaming up and down the street. They weren't outside for 2 seconds before Harry threw up. Draco and Ron roared with laughter as Harry tried to regain his composure—mumbling an apology to the ground for throwing up on it.

The three boys finally settled down on a bench, staring at the view of the Hogwarts castle in the distance. Draco was in the middle, and he wrapped his arms around Ron and Harry's shoulders. They had been enemies all their life, and now here they were—drunk in Hogsmeade. He never had this much fun with his Slytherin friends back in school, and now he wished he had been in Gryffindor.

"You ever wondered what our lives could've been like if we were friends back in school?" he asked.

Ron laughed. "If you would've stayed in ferret form, we could've been the best of friends, Draco."

Ron may have been too drunk to notice, but he had called Draco, well Draco. It was at this moment, Draco knew he would have to pop the question. Draco pulled them both closer, Ron still laughing, and Harry looking like he was about to be sick again. "How would you boys like to be my Best Men?"

"Anything for you Draco!" Harry screamed, but soon regretted it because he threw up again.

"As long as I get to shag one of the bridesmaids," Ron nudged Draco in the side. "You know what I mean?"

Draco laughed. "Ron, you know one of the bridesmaids is your sister, right? And the other one is Luna?"

"Aw Bloody Hell."

/

They returned to the Burrow half past midnight. Draco stumbled up the stairs, trying not to vomit as he said his goodbyes to Ron and Harry, who were still drunk as well. When he opened the door to his room, he found Hermione sitting on the bed with her arms crossed. She looked upset, but he couldn't help but smile at her as he stumbled through the door, almost losing his balance.

"You're drunk."

"And you're beautiful." Draco's words almost sounded slurred, but he tried the best he could to get them out. He tried to walk over to the bed where Hermione was, but he tripped and landed face first on the floor. He began to laugh as he just laid there, not even attempting to get up.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "You're pathetic as well. Did you at ask Harry or Ron to be your Best Man?"

Draco rolled over on his back and gave her two thumbs up.

"Even better, I asked them both—and they said yes."

"You have two Best Men?"

"Yes ma'am." He then got up and fell onto the bed, his body laying across the edge of it.

Hermione put two fingers to her temple, rubbing it as if she had a headache. "Draco, you're not supposed to have two best men!" She didn't get an answer.

"Draco, did you hear me? DRACO!"

"Huh?! Oh, I love you too sweetheart." Draco then nodded off back to sleep.

"You are unbelievable." Hermione said while rolling her eyes.

She left him where he was, still in his clothes and his breath smelling of firewhiskey, secretly wishing that he would wake up with the worst hangover he's ever had in his life. She crawled back into bed, cut the lights off, and drifted off to sleep.