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Author's Note: Sorry that it took me so long and that this chapter is a wee bit short and perhaps boring. My schedule is crazy! PLEASE read and review! I need reviews and suggestions! I won't write another word until I get up to a total of 20 reviews!
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"YOU....DID....WHAT!?"
Elisabeth bit her lip and shrank back against the wall. She had just told Draco about asking Harry to be the best man.Needless to say, he wasn't taking the news very well at all. "Look Draco, who else would do it? No one. Come on! You two were getting along just fine at my party."
"Alcohol will do that to you!," Draco fumed. "Honestly, Liz! WHAT were you thinking?'
"I was thinking that you need to get off your damned high horse and come back down to earth! You keep saying how you want people to know you have changed, but you aren't willing to swallow your pride! And trust me, you need to. You and Harry aren't so different, you know. I think you need to try to make amends for making his life miserable, and then maybe he can forgive you. Then both of you will realize that there is a possible friendship here."
Draco stared at her like she had lobsters crawling out of her ears. "His life was not miserable. Granted, I tried to make it that way, but I never succeeded. He was The Boy Who Lived." Draco paused, seeing the furious look on Elisabeth's face. "Look," he said calmly. " I understand what you are trying to do. And yes, I think that if it wasn't for the animosity between us, animosity fueled mostly on my part, then we could have probably been great friends. But it didn't work out that way. It's not as easy as you are making it out to be. I'm still trying to figure out exactly who I am, and I know for sure that Harry won't be able to forgive me any time soon. It wasn't as though I stole his lunch money and broke his glasses. My family was in league with the man who killed his parents."
There was a long silence between them. "Well, then what do you want me to do, tell Harry you changed your mind?"
Draco shook his head and sighed. "No, no. I am amazed that he even accepted. This is just going to be very........weird. I guess we'll have to just......tough it out."
Elisabeth couldn't help but smile. "Great! Well then, we need to get started on the plans right away!"


Harry woke up with a terrible headache. He had no idea when or how he had gotten home. A few soft hoots at the windowsill alerted him to the fact that it was almost noon and Hedwig had arrived with today's post. Groaning, he stumbled out of bed and patted the snowy owl affectionately as he took the letters. His eyes fell immediately to the return address on the top letter. Draco Malfoy. He cautiously opened the letter, preparing himself for an explosive or another trick of some kind. Nothing happened, so he began to read.

Potter,
I heard that you have agreed to be my best man. In that case, I suppose we need to get you fitted for robes and discuss a few plans. Meet me at Madame Malkin's in Diagon Alley tomorrow at noon.
Draco Malfoy

Harry hoped this wasn't a serious attempt on Malfoy's part at being sincere because if it was, it sucked. If it wasn't for Elisabeth, he wouldn't be in this mess at all. Elisabeth......
Harry groaned once more and went directly to his liquor cabinet, pouring himself a shot of vodka. And then another. Maybe this was another one of Malfoy's great schemes: to turn him into an alcoholic.

Diagon Alley was as bright and cheerful as ever. It certainly did not match his mood. However, he soon brightened as he saw Elisabeth standing in Madam Malkin's. He broke into a large, stupid smile before he could stop himself. Then Malfoy stepped into view, and Harry's mood drop considerably. This was going to be a rather bipolar day.
Harry entered the store and greeted Elisabeth with a friendly (though not as friendly as he would have liked) hug. "Hey," he mumbled to Draco, not meeting his eyes.
Elisabeth felt she needed to break the ice. "Well! You two have fun now. (She ignored Draco and Harry's cold stares.) I told Hermione I would meet here at Gringott's and then we would run some errands." She winked. "Girl stuff, you know. Then I thought we'd meet at the Leaky Cauldron for a late lunch. "
"I though you were being fitted for your wedding robes?" Draco questioned.
"I am, but not until after lunch, when you two have scampered off. I want it to be a surprise. Oh! "Mione will be there any minute. I must go. You know how she loathes tardiness." And with that, Elisabeth had gone, leaving Draco and Harry staring awkwardly at each other.
A few hours later, they all met back at The Leaky Cauldron. Hermione had been torn between silent shock and uncontrollable fits of laughter all day at the news that Harry had agreed to be best man. The two women made a great effort to keep conversation going, but nevertheless, lunch that day was an awkward meal.

Months passed. Harry and Draco had become more comfortable around each other, and though they were still not exactly friendly, they were at least sincere. It was very weird...for everyone. Of course, Harry had other motives than simply wanting to make amends. The ache in his heart increased every day. Hermione seemed to be keeping a careful eye on him. She was clever, and after he had revealed his feelings for Elisabeth and THEN agreed to be Draco's best man, she had become suspicious.
One late Saturday afternoon, he decided to make a trip to Hogmseade. The purpose was to escape his thoughts, but this purpose was defeated when he saw Elisabeth in The Three Broomsticks. "Out basking in your last few weeks of single life?"
Elisabeth looked up. "Harry! How are you?" She chuckled. "No, I just had a few errands to run. Take a seat!" Harry obeyed. They chatted on for about an hour, and the sky grew dark. The exited the pub and, taking advantage of the warm evening, decided to go for a walk.
"Are you nervous?" Harry asked.
"Well, one might think that," she answered. "You hear everyone talking about 'cold feet'. But no, I am not. I mean, we're practically married already, we just have to make it official." Harry felt a knot in his stomach. "Oh Harry, "Elisbaeth said, obviously taking notice. "Don't worry. You'll find someone, and you'll know it too because you won't be able to imagine spending your life without them."
Maybe it was her words. Maybe it was the warm evening. Whatever it was, Harry couldn't stop himself. He leaned forward and engulfed her in a deep kiss.

And as he did, Draco Malfoy stepped out of the shadows, drawing his wand.