Prologue
He was giddy. Yes, he Draco Malfoy was giddy.
Why?
Well today was his wedding day. A day that he never in his entire 21 years of life thought would bring him joy. He always thought that he would have to marry Pansy Parkinson or that stupid French bitch....what's her name. He was excited. He always thought that he would have to marry whomever his dad thought was acceptable. No love. I doubt his dad would have cared if he even liked the girl. Pansy defiantly didn't fall into the category of like. She talked too much for Draco. But ever since his dad was put in Azkaban back in his seventh year he was able to tell her his feelings. He was able to confess. He still had an hour till the ceremony started. He was in his room, soon to become their room, just thinking, thinking about that year. The year he became free.