Title:
Agony
Author: Miz Thang
Characters/Pairing: Harry
Potter, HP/DM, DM/PP
Rating: FRM
Word Count:
435
Warnings: Slash, obviously. Angst.
Disclaimer:
I don't own anything but the little story's idea. Everything else
belongs to who it belongs to.
Notes/Summary: Draco is
marrying Pansy. Why on earth would he do that? For my au100 claim of
Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy on livejournal.
"Draco Malfoy to marry Pansy Parkinson," Ron mumbles as they sit in a shop one morning before work. "Who cares?" he throws the morning Daily Prophet down.
Harry's eyes are drawn to the front page of the Daily Prophet, however, where Draco's picture grins winningly as he holds on tightly to Pansy.
Harry thinks he may be the only person in the entire world that would notice that the blond's smile doesn't completely reach his eyes.
-
Why on earth are you marrying her?" Harry asks as they sit on his living room couch, close but not too close because draco had told Harry a long time ago that they couldn't be.
"Because, 'she is a respectable young woman' and because 'the Malfoy line cannot just simply diminsh'." Draco says boredly, leaning back on Harry's cushions.
"If it's such a sham, how long do you think it will last?" Harry hopes that he doesn't sound too eager. If he sounds too eager, then Draco might realize that Harry still wants him and Harry doesn't want to ruin what they have.
"I figure," Draco sits up, the most beautifully smug look on his face," we'll last two years, with at least, hopefully, one child."
"And after?" Harry asks, watching Draco carefully for even the tiniest hint.
"Who knows, Potter?" Draco lifts his eyebrows and grins before sitting back and staring up at the ceiling.
Harry sits back, relieved.
-
"Draco," Harry starts, catching the blond before he can trip over his own two feet. "I should get you home."
"Right." Draco replies, leaning on Harry. "Because I'm getting married tomorrow." He pauses. "To Pansy."
"Yeah," Harry says under his breath as he searches for a cab. He wouldn't trust using the floo or apparition with Draco drunk. "To Pansy."
Draco looks at Harry curiously and squints his eyes. "Would you rather," he starts as the taxi stops and he stumbles in first, "That it was you?"
Harry stares at Draco for the longest time before saying, "Maybe I do."
Uncomfortable, he gives the driver the directions to Draco's flat.
When they arrive, Harry helps Draco up to his apartment. At the front door, Draco says, "You aren't the only one, Harry."
Harry doesn't leave until long after Draco has closed the door.
-
Harry decides that this, without a doubt, is agony. For him, for Draco, and maybe even for Pansy.
He's the best man, irnoically. The best man, and he's in love with the groom, and he wishes he could stop this wedding, and, Merlin, he hopes that two years can pass by soon enough.