I Guess You Could Call It A Do Over

"Draco, wake up," whispered Narcissa quietly, knowing that after last nights events her son was sure to have a pounding headache. When Draco didn't stir, she nudged him a bit harder, hoping to jostle him. Slowly he began to wake, greeting his mother with a lazy grin. All of a sudden a sharp pain shot through his head causing him to sit up quickly, nearly colliding with his mother, who now sat on his bed. The quick movement was a bad idea, as the room began to spin. Draco was trying to figure out what was going on when suddenly the memory of the previous night came to him.

"Oh god," he muttered softly, "Stallion?... babies? Oh shit!" Draco jumped out of bed, tangling himself in his sheets in the process, landing on the floor with a loud thump. Narcissa tried to stifle her laughter but the sight of her boxer clad son, tangled in his sheets, in a heap on the floor, was more than she could bear. Helping the struggling teen up, Narcissa informed him that his Father wanted to speak to him in the breakfast room as soon as possible, before leaving Draco to get dresses. After throwing on some trousers and a plain white oxford, he went down stairs to meet with his father. Draco wasn't sure just how much trouble he was in, but he knew that he certainly wouldn't be getting off easy. Lucius didn't take lightly to his son making the Malfoy name the laughing stock of the wizarding community.

As Draco stumbled into the breakfast room, still reeling from last night's bout of binge drinking, he was slightly unsettled by the amusing grin that was on his father's face. He had expected Lucius to be brutal, but instead his Father was sitting at the head of the table, browsing through a copy of the Daily Prophet, the corners of his mouth turned upwards, as if he was trying to suppress a smile.

"Good morning, Father," whispered Draco, trying to gauge just how mad his Father was.

"Good morning, Draco," Draco continued to stand in the doorway, wary of taking a seat, "Do sit down, your breakfast will get cold." Lucius motioned to Draco's usual seat at the breakfast table. Careful not to make any sudden movements for fear of falling over, Draco walked over to his chair. As he sat, he noticed a small porcelain figurine sitting next to his glass of pumpkin juice. Upon inspecting the figurine Draco discovered that it was in fact, to his utter embarrassment, a white stallion. Without warning Lucius began to chuckle softly causing Draco's face to turn bright red. Now more than ever, he wished that he had drank even more last night, so that he wouldn't have to go through the embarrassment of remembering the stupid things he had said and done. As Lucius quelled his laughter, Narcissa entered the room, a knowing smirk on her face as well.

"What exactly made you say that you were a Stallion?" asked Lucius, his laughter starting up again. Draco grumbled incoherently, his face reddening even more.

"The champagne made me say it. I wouldn't have said that, of all things, if I hadn't been drunk," explained the mortified young man as he stared at his breakfast, a look of disgust gracing his face. Draco was still feeling his hangover and the sight of food was less than appetizing at the moment. Realizing this, Lucius levitated a small glass vial towards his son. Upon opening it, Draco realized it was a Hangover Potion, quickly he guzzled the dose down, instantly feeling ten times better.

"Was it really bad?" asked Draco, hoping that he hadn't done anything too awful.

"No, in fact, most of the guests said that they had a great, not to mention amusing, time. The only downside being that Rita Skeeter was there and she's put out a rather interesting article, this morning." Lucius sent the Daily Prophet down to his son, Draco quickly took the paper his eyes scanning of the headlines. He nearly passed out when he read, "Artemis Fowlington and Draco Malfoy to wed due to pregnancy!" Draco's mouth dropped wide open, his parents starring at him, both wonderfully amused. After quickly reading through the article and glancing over the photos, naturally Skeeter had used the photo of Artemis throwing crab puffs at his face. Angrily Draco slammed the paper down onto the table

"This is rubbish," shouted the livid young man, "It doesn't even make sense. We were engaged long before I ever said a word about making babies!"

"We are all well aware of that. The rest of the community aren't aware of the terms of the marriage contract, but even they won't believe that Artemis is pregnant. She's far too tiny to be with child. However, I'm sure they will believe it when you said that you loved her." Narcissa watched her son intently while he processed everything she said. She was curious to see how he would react to knowing that he had confessed how he really felt. Draco didn't even flinch, apparently he had already come to terms with the fact that he really was in love with his fiancé. Now the only obstacle was getting Artemis to come to terms with it. The rest of breakfast was spent in silence, but just as Draco was excusing himself Lucius stopped him.

"You'll need to be dressed and ready to go, by noon," Lucius informed his son, without looking up from the Daily Prophet.

"Where are we going?" Draco hadn't recalled his father mentioning that they had any appointments for today.

"Your mother needs to speak to Artemis and her mother about the wedding, so we'll be spending the day at the Fowlington's," Lucius said, hardly suppressing his amusement at Draco's excitement over the news. Draco quickly rushed upstairs after realizing he only had forty five minutes to get ready.

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As he washed his hair, Draco though about the events that had taken place the previous night. Then it dawned of him, the only part of the evening that he hadn't been able to recall until now, was their first kiss, rather their first series of kisses. Now that his head wasn't so foggy, thanks to the Hangover Potion his father had given him, Draco was able to remember every detail. It still amazed him just how soft her lips had felt against his, how undeniably right, kissing her had felt. 'But what if she's still mad?' thought Draco as he rinsed the soap from his hair, careful not to get any in his eyes. There was no way for him to know whether or not she would be as friendly as she had been when she drunk, now that she was sober. After all he was pretty sure that he was the reason for her feeling compelled to drink, to begin with. Hopefully she would have realized that he was truly sorry and she would finally forgive him.

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"Artemis, it's time to get up," chirped Persephone happily, gently shaking her young daughter awake. Artemis tried to swat her mother's hand away, but persistence won out, and she groggily sat up. No sooner than she was fully upright, a wave of sicken washed over the young woman and she hastily sought out the lavatory. Nearly fifteen minutes had passed and Persephone was beginning to worry about her daughter, as she had yet to emerge from the bathroom. As she approached the door she called out to Artemis, getting only a weak sounding reply. When Persephone entered the lavatory she burst into a fit of laughter. Artemis was lying face down on the cool marble floor, her long hair covering her entire face from view, a low grumbling noise coming from deep in her throat.

"I'm glad you find my suffering entertaining," muttered Artemis, sounding as if the mere act of speaking was painful. Persephone tried to stifle her laughter but the sight of her usually composed daughter, strewn about the bathroom floor nursing one hell of a hang over, was too much too bear. Gently Persephone drew her daughter up from the floor, nearly dragging her back into the bedroom. Once Artemis was comfortably sitting in her reading chair, her mother withdrew a small glass vial from her robe and gave it to her softly grumbling child.

"Drink it, it will make you feel better," she said reassuringly. Artemis took the vial, quickly swallowing it's contents, instantly feeling much better. "Professor Snape saw how trashed you were at the engagement party, so he owled over a dose of Hangover Potion for you."

"Remind me to send him a Thank You card," replied Artemis, relieved that her head was no longer throbbing and her stomach had ceased it's churning. "What time is it?"

"It's eleven o'clock," replied her mother, gently caressing Artemis' hair. "I hope you don't plan on making it a point to drink whenever things get a little too difficult to handle."

"Of course not Mother, I just slipped up, I guess. I don't really remember much of anything. Was the party a disaster?" asked Artemis, already fearing what the answer would be.

"Nothing that can't be fixed, my dear," interrupted Perseus, who had just entered his daughter's room, startling both his wife and Artemis in the process. "Rita Skeeter's being a bother, but other than that, things are splendid. In fact the Malfoy's will be here in about an hour, to discuss the wedding and I think that you'd probably ought to get dressed."

"They're coming here?" squealed Artemis, rushing over to her wardrobe, frantically searching for something suitable to wear. "I really don't want to see him."

"I'm pretty sure that the two of you worked things out last night. Quite thoroughly, in fact," said Perseus a broad grin crossing his face, Persephone laughing quietly to herself, in agreement.

"I was drunk, that doesn't count," declared the young girl as she pulled a strapless linen sundress with light blue pinstripes, from her wardrobe. She then rushed over to her shoe collection, selecting a pair of white stiletto slides to wear with her dress.

"Of course it counts. The two of you definitely made it count, that's for sure," joked Perseus.

"What are you talking about?" she asked warily, unsure if she even wanted to know the answer.

"Oh nothing really, you should just hurry up and get ready. I know you'd hate for anyone to see you in such a state," said Persephone as she indicated her daughter's appearance. Artemis glanced at herself in the mirror before rushing towards the lavatory, without saying a word.

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"I'm sure she'll be down in a moment," assured Perseus as he sat with the Malfoy family and his wife, in the sitting room. They had been waiting for Artemis for nearly half an hour and they were running out of things to talk about. A few minutes later the sound of Artemis' heels clicking against the marble could be heard, announcing her arrival.

"Sorry I was late, I slept in a bit," she whispered softly as she walked over to the only remaining seat, which was coincidently next to Draco. As she approached, Draco stood and leaned in to kiss her. The closer he got, the further away she leaned, until she was nearly falling over in an attempt to avoid his mouth. Once he backed off, Artemis straightened up before asking, "What are you doing?"

"I was saying hello," replied Draco slightly embarrassed.

"Saying hello, would suffice," replied Artemis curtly as she took her seat.

"That's not what you were saying last night," muttered Draco, a smirk creeping on to his handsome face, as he too took his seat.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked loudly. No one answered, they just continued smirking at her. "What happened last night?"

"Let's just say, it's a really good thing that our parents had intervened because if they hadn't you and I'd be taking up residence in the Muggle world," replied Draco after a few moments of awkward silence, the smirk never leaving his face.

"Do elaborate," commanded an alarmed Artemis.

"It was just a few kisses, Draco," chastised Narcissa, hoping to ease some of her future daughter's fears. Draco remained silent, while Artemis stared at him, with a look of absolute mortification on her face.

"We kissed?" asked Artemis, her eyes welling up with tears. Draco nodded slowly, unsure of what he had done to make her cry. "I don't remember that."

"Of course you don't, you downed half bottle of my finest cognac in a couple of hours. I'm surprised you remember your own name," mocked Lucius as he smirked at the teary eyed young girl. "Funny, my son get's drunk off of a couple of glasses of champagne, while his future wife is busy downing hard liquor. Ironic." Everyone laughed except for Artemis and Draco, who both sat silently.

"What's the matter?" whispered Draco, as he gently stroked her forearm that was resting on the arm of her chair.

"That was my first kiss and I can't even remember it," she informed him sullenly. Draco nodded, finally understanding why she was upset. He knew that girls were really sensitive about that sort of thing.

"Have you given any thought to what you'd like the wedding to be like?" interrupted Narcissa, changing the subject from their children's drinking habits to a more appropriate one.

"Well, I hadn't really decided on anything but I absolutely adored what you had done to the manor, for the engagement party. And I thought, since the wedding would be in the winter, we could decorate the venue to look like a winter forest, but indoors of course." The two mothers adored the idea. Narcissa called it a 'winter wonderland'. As the women lost them selves in the wedding plans, Draco quietly left the room deciding that he really wasn't needed at the moment. Besides, he had plans of his own to make.

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It had been several hours before Draco returned to Fowlington Manor and still, the Mother's and his fiancé were still busy with making decision's for the wedding. Quietly Draco slipped into the sitting room, hoping not to alert anyone to his return. He wasn't so lucky, instead he received a quick run down of all of the decisions that had already been made.

Artemis decided that she wanted three bridesmaids, therefore Draco would have to have three groomsmen. Naturally Draco would have Blaise as his best man, while Crabbe and Goyle would play the role of his other two groomsmen. They would have the wedding on December 21st at the 'Alize Grenelle,' the hardest Hotel in the entire wizarding world to get into. As soon as Narcissa mentioned it, Lucius owled the owner of the hotel, requesting that they book the entire hotel for the Malfoy/Fowlington wedding on the 21st. The owner hastily responded, confirming that the hotel was their's whenever they needed it. Draco was also informed that the color scheme would be ivory and blood red. They would conjure snow to decorate the floors and trees of their make shift forest and accent it with roses of a deep shade of red. The groomsmen would be required to wear black just like the groom, while the bridesmaids would be wearing gowns of the same color as the roses.

As Artemis told Draco of the plans they had decided on, he noted how excited she seemed. It was a far cry from the depressed state he had managed to work her into, while at school. He couldn't help but become a bit excited himself. It would be nice to have all of the wedding details behind them and finally have the chance to settle into their lives together.

"Well, that was a very productive day," said Persephone as she sat down her tea cup, before rising so that she could walk the Malfoy's to the door.

"Yes, you are correct, it was certainly productive. I'll be meeting with the wedding planners tomorrow and I'll have them get started on arranging everything," mused Narcissa happily as she gathered her cloak.

"Artemis, Draco told me that you were considering fashion design as a career. I'm sure you'd like to design your own gown, then? Now, if you do decide on fashion, your wedding would certainly be the perfect place to debut your designs. Perhaps you ought to consider designing both your own gown and the bridesmaids dresses. You'd be hard pressed to find a larger audience. This wedding will be covered by the media, world wide," informed Lucius as he bent down to kiss his soon to be daughter on the cheek before heading towards the carriage, beckoning his wife and son to follow.

"Actually Father, I was hoping that Artemis might want to join me for dinner tonight," said Draco, turning to his fiancé with a questioning look on his face.

"Draco Malfoy, are you asking me out on a date?" asked Artemis mockingly.

"I do believe I am," replied Draco cockily, not doubting that she would accept his invitation.

"Sure, that would be lovely. Is it alright?" she asked her parents, who eagerly nodded in approval. Artemis grabbed her purse and followed Draco to the carriage that was situated behind the one that he had arrived in, with his family. Their parents watched them as they left, wondering just what Draco was up to and when had he had the time to go back to Malfoy Manor and retrieve another one of their carriages.

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Draco had taken Artemis to 'Tersiguel's' french restaurant. Artemis was French and Draco knew that she would absolutely love it there. After finishing their supper, Draco asked Artemis to go for a walk with him. She agreed. As they set off, he removed his jacket, placing it on her shoulders, since the wind had picked up and he didn't want her to get cold.

"So, where are we going," asked Artemis, curious as to where they were heading, as she was unfamiliar with the area.

"You'll see," said Draco in a teasing voice, taking hold of her hand as they continued on their journey. After few minutes of walking, a comfortable silence having developed between them, an adorable bougainvillea covered gazebo came into view. Artemis gasped softly when she saw it. The gazebo was nestled between a thick patch of tree's, the purple flowers standing out vibrantly against the dark foliage. There was a small pond nearby, a few ducks bathing in the warm water.

"Oh, Draco its so cute isn't it!" exclaimed Artemis as she rushed up the few stairs leading up onto the deck of the quaint structure, Draco followed closely behind. Artemis sat down on the swinging bench that was situated towards the back of the gazebo, her fiancé sitting down next to her. For nearly an hour the two sat there just talking, not about anything in particular, just not wanting the night to end. Artemis stood, walking over to the railing that overlooked the small pond, the ducks having left not long after they had arrived. For several minutes she stood there, quietly watching the fish swim about in the water below her, before Draco came to stand behind her.

"Close your eyes and turn around," he whispered softly in her ear. Slowly Artemis turned to face him, closing her eyes as she did so. Without saying a word Draco leaned down, gently placing his lips against hers, feeling Artemis jump slightly as their lips met, but not feeling her pull away. When he was sure that she did not object to his actions, he increased the pressure of the kiss, lowering his hands to her hips so that he could pull her closer to him. Unlike his kisses last night, Draco took his time, careful to make sure that she didn't feel uncomfortable. After just a few moments, Draco pulled away, looking down at his fiancé, her lips pleasantly swollen due to his affections. Slowly she opened her eyes, smiling up at him before asking, "What was that for?"

"It only counts if you remember it, right? So, now that we're sober, I thought I ought to make your first kiss something you could remember. I guess you could call it a do over," whispered Draco softly, running his fingers through his hair nervously.

"Draco Malfoy, you sure do know how to surprise the hell out of a girl, don't you?" asked Artemis, not really expecting an answer.

"It's late. I should probably get you home." Draco said as he once again, took a hold of her hand, leading, a deliriously happy, Artemis back down the path they had taken earlier.

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I CAN'T THANK YOU ALL ENOUGH, FOR YOUR REVIEWS FOR THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER. I'M GLAD THAT YOU ENJOYED READING IT, AS MUCH AS, I ENJOYED WRITING IT. I ALSO REALLY APPRECIATE EVERYONE WHO HAS COMMENTED ON MY SPELLING AND GRAMMAR, I PROOF READ EACH CHAPTER AT LEAST THREE TIMES BEFORE SUBMITTING THEM, SO IT'S NICE TO KNOW THAT YOU'VE NOTICED : )

I'M HOPING THAT DRACO HAS FINALLY REDEEMED HIMSELF FOR HIS PREVIOUS ACTIONS, BUT WHO KNOW'S. HE HAS A KNACK FOR SCREWING THINGS UP. I DON'T HAVE ALL THE DETAILS PLANNED OUT, SO WE'LL SEE : )

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