Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the great and powerful J. K. Rowling.

Author's Note: Sorry It;s been a while. I've been so busy with classes and such. My schedule is hell, so bear with me. It may be a while between chapters. Also, I originally planned this as a 10 chapter story. Well, I decided I wasn't ready to end it yet. I've thrown all kinds of twists and turns in it. I still haven't figured out the ultimate ending (suggestions are welcome!), so who knows how many chapters their will be. This story seems to almost be writing itself. It's going places I never imagined! So hang on! It's gonna be a wild ride! Also, thank you again for all of the wonderful reviews! Please keep it up. I love and need the encouragement!

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Elisabeth was completely in shock. She hadn't expected this. "Draco, I... I don't know what to say. I mean, I love you. Very much. But........"
The hurt was visible in Draco's eyes. He looked down. "You're thinking about a few months ago, aren't you?"
Elisabeth lowered her head. "Yes," she said softly. Tension hung in the air, and there was an uncomfortable silence between them. Elisabeth's mind reeled. She loved him. She loved him more than anyone, and she knew he loved her. Yes, there had been some bumps in the road, but she knew he loved her. He took her in and showed her who and what she truly was. He had invited people he loathed into his home just for her. For once, Elisabeth was going to listen to her heart instead of her head. After all, love was about trust. She had to trust him. "Yes," she said finally.
Draco looked up quickly, obviously surprised. "Yes?
"Yes. I will marry you."
Draco jumped up. "You will? You'll marry me?" Elisabeth nodded and giggled. He kissed her; one of his completely enveloping kisses that made her melt like so many times before. After several moments her pulled away and tenderly slid the ring on her finger. taking her hands into his afterwards. "I love you, " he said. "I won't hurt you. Never again. I won't ever hurt you. I promise."
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"I'm so glad things at the Ministry have slowed down. I've hardly seen you in the past few months!" Hermione exclaimed as she came into the living room with a teacup in each hand.
"I know, me too," said Harry, accepting a cup from her. She took a seat in a large, overstuffed chair across from him.
"Well, what did you think of last night?" Harry blushed. "I'd like to forget about it," he said, shaking his head. Hermione burst into laughter.
"Oh! I wish you could have seen yourself! Well, Fred and George did take pictures." If looks could speak then Harry's said "Avada Kedavra." "Oh come on Harry. You have to admit, it was a good party.Even if it was thrown by Malfoy. Well, I helped of course."
"Yes, which is what makes the whole thing unbelievable.Everything about last night was like being in an alter universe. First of all, a group of past Gryffindors were at a party in Malfoy Manor. A party thrown for his muggle raised girlfriend. A party that he collaborated on with you. A party where the high point was Malfoy and myself dancing and lipsyncing to a muggle song played on a muggle machine. Now tell me, is that not wrong on so many levels?" Hermione only laughed harder, but Harry ignored her. "Which brings me to another point," he continued. "How can Elisabeth stay with him? After what he did? How does someone so smart, funny, beautiful, sensible, and caring fall in love with Malfoy?"
Hermione stopped laughing. "Why Harry, if I didn't know better I'd say you were jealous!"
"And why shouldn't I be?" he snapped. "She's perfect! What does she see in him? It's just unfair! Not to mention crazy!"
Hermione looked shocked. "Harry, I don't believe you! What's with your sudden interest in her? And as for Draco... I admit it's strange. But she really does love him. And despite past events, I can't help but believe he loves her too. As much as I hate to admit it, I think he really has changed. He's still not my favorite person, but I no longer think he's evil. I've seen the way he looks at her, and look at all he's done for her! And what about last night? He was civil.....almost enjoyable."
Harry relaxed, visibly at least. His mind, however, was furiously at work. He agreed with Hermione that Draco had indeed changed. It wasn't a lie, just something he hadn't wanted to admit. It still didn't change the fact that he was insanely jealous. Yes, for once in his life he was jealous of Malfoy. He continued to chat with Hermione, eventually changing the subject. His mind, though, had not moved on.

Hours later, Harry sat in his own home, still thinking. He hated himself for being so jealous. It wasn't like him. He was Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. The talented, smart, patient, and brave Gryffindor. But at that moment he was thinking more like a Slytherin. But it wasn't his fault, was it? He couldn't help who he fell in love with. He couldn't help that the object of his affection was taken by a Malfoy.
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"Oh my gosh! I'm so happy for you! This is so exciting!" squealed Hermione, as she sat in The Three Broomsticks with Elisabeth, who had just told her the news.
"It gets better. Hermione, you have become one of my dearest friends. And for that I am asking you to be my maid of honor."
Hermione squealed something that wasn't understandable, then threw her arms around Elisabeth in a suffocating embrace. "Uh...Mione.. ugh.. ow.. ok.. I can't breath," Elisabeth gasped. Hermione pulled away, giggling. "Sorry, I am just so excited! So how did he ask? Let me see the ring! Have you set a date?" She continued on with dozens of questions and gaping at the ring. Elisabeth told her everything, exactly as it had happened.
"Well," said Hermione, composing herself for the first time since she heard the news. "I certainly never thought I'd be attending the wedding of Draco Malfoy, much less being in it. This is unbelievable."
Elisabeth bit her lip. "Yes, well uh. I have another question. You see.... all of Draco's friends, well they were never any real friends, but now...." Elisabeth trailed off, averting her eyes from Hermione's confused look. "Well, it's just that he doesn't have anyone to be his best man. And um, I know this is a long shot, but they seemed to get along at the party. But well, um..... what do you think if I asked Harry about it? I know there's no way Draco would ask him himself."
"Um, well I don't know. That's tricky. " Hermione thought about how Harry had acted the day before at tea. She decided not to say anything about it. "I would say that you just need to ask him and see." Elisabeth nodded. "Harry is usually able to be sensible and objective, but don't be surprised if the answer is no."


Three days later Harry found himself at The Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley. Elisabeth had owled and asked to meet him here. She had to ask him something important. Harry knew it was silly, but a part of him hoped she had taken a sudden interest in him, just as he had with her. He didn't know why he felt the way he did. It just seemed like ever since the party, something about her just stood out to him.
She entered the pub and he stood to greet her. She hugged him; a short, friendly hug, but he cherished every moment, taking in the sweet aroma of her perfume.
"Hello Harry I'm glad you could meet me"
"Oh, of course. It's no problem. I already ordered you a butterbeer," he said, nodding towards the glass. He looked at her nervously. "There's a table towards the back, if you want some more.. uh ... privacy." She agreed and they took their glasses and moved to the back. "So," Harry said, taking a seat. "What was it you, um, needed to ask me?"
"Well, uh, I don't know exactly how to ask this. ...."
"Yes," Harry answered, almost too quickly. His eagerness made Elisabeth a bit uneasy.
"Well first off I should start off saying-" Harry had taken her hands in his and leaned across the table and was now very close to her, his emerald eyes staring deeply into hers. She was very uncomfortable.
"Draco and I are getting married," she said quickly.
Harry froze for a moment, looking very much as he had just been punched in the stomach. He quickly pulled away. "Oh," he said simply after a few moments. He was still getting over the shock. "Congratulations."
Now that he had resumed a comfortable distance, Elisabeth began to relax. "Thank you," she said with a smile.
Harry cleared his throat. "So, um... what was the question?"
"Oh well. Um, you see.... I have asked Hermione to be my maid of honor. And well, usually the groom has a best man. But, uh, see..... Draco doesn't...."
At first, Harry had no idea where she was going with this. Suddenly, the realization hit him. His eyes widened. Before he could say anything, Elisabeth interrupted. "Yes, I think you get what I am trying to say. I was wondering if you would do me a favor and be Draco's best man. Look, I know you two aren't exactly the best of friends but....." Harry let out a sarcastic laugh.
"And what makes you think he wants me as his best man? Shouldn't that be his decision?"
Elisabeth thought this over. 'Well, I actually think he would like the idea. I suggested it, and of course he laughed it off like you. But I can read Draco, and I think he almost wishes you would be. He just would never ask. He's changed Harry. He's not so unlike you. He's just trying to work through a lot of bad experiences."
Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. If this just wasn't taking the knife and twisting it. Of course, Elisabeth had no clue what this was doing to him. Besides, this seemed to really mean a lot to her. And if he truly cared about her, he would do what made her happy.
"All right. I will. I will be his best man."
"Oh thank you!" Elisabeth exclaimed, throwing her arms around him. He fought the urge to just hold her.
They finished their butterbeer and made friendly chatter until Elisabeth said she had to leave. She had a lot of shopping and planning to do. They said their goodbyes, and he watched her leave.
This seemed like such a nightmare. He was his lifelong enemy's best man and in love with the bride. What was he going to do?
"Tom, I think I could use another butterbeer."