Title: Just Because You Cried

Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters and creatures all belong to J.K. Rowling

Author's Comments: There might be spoilers from the books, if there are I'll let ya'll know. This is the first slash pairing I've ever done so please bear with me. I hope you like it.

Chapter 1: Of Betrayal and Shocking Secrets

It was a beautiful Wednesday morning. The sun was out, the birds were birding and the giant squid was squiding. All was right at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, well, all was right for those who weren't Harry Potter.

Up in the Gryffindor tower common room there was a frantic rush for any last needed preparations. You see, today was the day that Harry Potter was to be married to Draco Malfoy and everything had to be just right. Of course, just because things have to be right doesn't necessarily mean they will be.

"Hermione! I think I saw a tear in the back of my robes!" exclaimed Harry who was desperately trying to find the supposed tear.

"Oh Harry stop worrying yourself, there is no tear. Now come here so I can fix your hair." commanded Hermione. Meanwhile on the other side of the common room Dean Seamus and Ron were looking for the last person in Harry's side of the wedding party... Neville.

"I just don't know where he could have gone. I've searched everywhere!" Dean and Seamus had given up looking for Neville an hour ago but Ron wouldn't give it up.

"Just let it go Ron." said Seamus.

"Yeah mate, he probably just went for a walk. You know how nervous he gets when he has or will have attention directed at him. Hell, I'm nervous and it ain't even my wedding."

"Okay Dean, guess your right." said Ron with a sort of defeated look on his face. His attention was then redirected to Harry and Hermione.

"'Mione, are you sure I look alright? I want Draco to be stunned when I walk down the aisle." said Harry.

"Harry, you look marvelous, Draco will be knock off his feet when he sees you. He looks fabulous, doesn't he you guys?" asked Hermione.

"Harry, if I weren't straight I'd so go after you, taken or not." said Ron. They were right though, Harry looked stunning. His robes were a sort of off-white colour and were lined with a dark green colour. His face was flushed from excitement and his eyes sparkling like crystals. The other boys and Hermione also looked good. Their robes were the same colour green as Harry's robe trimmings and were bordered in black. Hermione was wearing a strapless green dress with a small black over jacket.

After everyone got a good look at each other Hermione decided to get all of the people invited to the ceremony into the Great Hall. Ron decided for one last minute search for Neville.

Harry decided to take a short walk before the ceremony started. While walking by Filches old broom closet he heard someone moaning. Hoping that the person was moaning from pain instead of pleasure Harry leaned closer to the door.

That sounds like Neville.

Harry pushed open the door to tell Neville that the wedding was about to begin. It was Neville who was moaning, but he wasn't alone. He was with the last person Harry ever expected to see- Draco, his fiancé. They were so busy in being wrapped up in each other that they didn't hear Harry's gasp or retreating footsteps.

Harry fled to the Great Hall. Once there the Orchestra started playing, he silenced them with a motion of his hand. Very slowly he walked up to the dais and turned around to face the audience.

"Everyone," Harry started, "I'm afraid that due to certain recent happenings this wedding has been canceled indefinitely. I apologize for the inconvenience this might have caused you." With that said Harry calmly walked out of the Great Hall leaving behind stunned guests and friends.

"Harry! Wait Harry, wait." It was Hermione; she had run out to find out what was wrong with her friend.

"Harry, what happened? Why did you cancel the wedding? If' it's because we can't find Neville-"

"No Hermione, I found Neville."

"Then why-"

"If you really want to know, go look in Filche's old broom closet." With that said Harry called for his Firebolt from the common room only to fly to Hogsmead and apparate somewhere quiet. When Harry reached his destination he immediately fell to the floor. On the out side he looked calm and collected, on the inside he was screaming out in agony.