Story: Unspoken Betrayals

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Chapter 3: The Wedding

As Harry was coming down the stairs, Malfoy was going the other way, up. He was going to go check on Harry. Seeing what was taking the young man longer than the others. Everybody else was already downstairs, ready for the wedding. His mind was on other things, so he really didn't notice Potter until the two ran into each other and tumbled down the stairs. Harry landing on top of the blond. Draco was a bit flustered at the thought, but he kept his cool and didn't let it show to the other.

"Well Potter. Are you going to stay there all day?" a slight hint of amusement was caught in his voice, and he noticed the other male blush. Snickering slightly as the Potter jumped off him, and watched as the face of Harry turned a deeper shade of red. "Goodness Potter your face is redder than the Weasley's hair!" Malfoy exclaimed, letting out a laugh before looking to Harry's hair. It was a mess, like usual, which he didn't mind. They were going to a wedding though, it should be tidy for a wedding. Especially his best friends. "My God Potter, I hope your not planning to go to the wedding with hair like that." He stated. He kept a smirk away as Potter glared at him. He knew he would do something like that, same old Potter. Older, but still had a few childish ways in between the mature times.

Finally Harry spoke, angrily, "What's the matter with my hair?" Malfoy couldn't contain a laugh, he laughed again. "You're kidding, right Potter? Your hair looks like a jungle. Here," with that said he grabbed Harry's arm, "let's go fix it up." He began to pull Harry back up the stairs and led him to the bedroom that the blond was staying in. He rummaged around in a bag and pulled out a brush, along with some other hair supplies.

"Sit," he demanded, pointing to a chair in front of the mirror. He tried not to look hurt as Harry glared at him, at least though the dark haired male did what he said. Malfoy sighed softly, very softly, so that Potter wouldn't hear him. Then he pulled up a stool behind him and started running his fingers through the tangled hair. He could feel that Harry was tense, he guessed it was the touch. "Relax Potter. I'm not going to bite." Malfoy told him quietly. Then he continued trying to undo the bigger tangles in his hair.

Once the bigger tangles were gone, well that he knew of, Draco picked up the brush and ran it through Potter's hair. It did look a little odd, all brushed down. He noticed this as he looked at Harry's gloomy face in the mirror. Strands of dark hair falling in his face, like he was from The Beetles. Malfoy couldn't contain a chuckle, "No wonder you never brush your hair Potter. You look like one of those muggle singers." Though he could feel that it was not a good choice of words. He continued, picking up a few hair products.

He used the different products he had brought with him, using them to tweak Harry's hair so he didn't look like he just came off a broom, yet also so he wouldn't look like a muggle singer. Which he looked quite silly as. "There done," he said, taking a look at his accomplishment. The hair still looked a bit windswept, but it was done nicely. Tidy. Just what he was aiming for. Also it was out of eyes, those beautiful green eyes. Draco looked at Harry in the mirror, while Harry was looking at himself. Then Harry turned around, looking down slightly, "Thank you," Draco gave a small smile. Glad that he could help a bit.

Then Harry looked up, and he just looked so sweet, innocent. Maybe sweet enough to kiss. Draco bent a little, his face nearing Harry's, suddenly the door swung open. "What are you guys doing!" It was Mrs. Weasley, looking decent in her new dress. "You are supposed to be downstairs. Ready to walk the bridesmaids to the alters." Flustered Potter stood, getting away from Malfoy's grasp. Probably not even realizing that Malfoy had been planning to kiss him. "You too, Malfoy," she turned and walked with Harry downstairs.

Malfoy heard slight chattering as they walked away. He wasn't sure what it was about though, and felt a little odd. "I almost kissed...Potter..." he mumbled to himself, putting a hand to his lips. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, feeling pretty dumb for doing so. For trying to kiss Harry.

"Malfoy!" Mrs. Weasley's voice rang through the house. So he quickly stood and headed downstairs. He was automatically paired up with one of the bridesmaids. She didn't look familiar, so she must've been someone from the ministry.

Harry followed Hermione out of the room and down to the main room for the wedding. Ginny was waiting for him at the door, so he walked up to her and placed his arm through hers.

"Hello Harry. Where were you? The wedding's about to start." Ginny asked looking up at him.

"Uh... I'm sorry. Malfoy was helping my fix my hair." Harry replied glancing down at her. Her face darkened at his words. Harry noticed this, and had to ask, "What's the matter?" Ginny started and, not knowing what to say, replied.

"Oh it's nothing dear. Don't worry about it."

"Okay." Harry said. He didn't quite believe her when she said nothing, but knew that she didn't want to talk about it.

Mrs. Weasley ran into the room just at that moment to gather every one together. She placed every one in their spots and finished just as the music started. Harry and Ginny were the last to come out before Hermione. The room in which his best friends where to be married was the living room, which was extended and decorated to look like a small church. Harry went to stand between Malfoy and Ron, when the final fanfare started, announcing Hermione's arrival. She came into the room, her gown pure white with an added glow, produced through magic. Her brown hair was tied up in a loose bun with a few curls hanging down on the sides of her face framing it beautifully. Harry took a small glance over at his best friend to see him blushing and smiling back at his bride. He couldn't help but notice how much love was being passed between the two, and wished that he could have the same thing some day.

The wedding progressed wonderfully, and every one had tears in their eye's by the end. Dumbledore ended the wedding traditionally with the Bride and Groom's kiss which stopped the flow of tears as everyone sighed.

"Damn. He's so lucky." One of the twins said behind Harry.

"To bad the brains and the beauty are both one sided.." The other replied. Harry smiled and heard Malfoy chuckle beside him. Before anyone could do anything though, the twins decided to spice up the wedding. They jumped out from where they were standing to the center of the aisle. Fred and George grinned at the shocked crowd and pulled out they're manufactured fireworks. The two leaned up to a nearby candle and lit them all, and soon all sorts of colors and lights where dancing thru out the room.

Ron and Hermione stood shocked at first, before turning to each other and burst out laughing. The rest of the audience soon joined in filling the room with laughter. But just as fast as they started, the fireworks ended and everyone headed outside to where the reception was scheduled to start. The back yard was decorated in white roses and beautiful ice sculptures. Harry chose a spot in the back near the door to sit in, not really feeling up for socializing. Ginny walked over to him from her place at the brides maids table to ask him what was wrong.

"Oh, it's nothing Ginny. I'm just a little tired that's all." Ginny frowned but leaned over the table to give him a small kiss on the lips.

"If you say so." She said before running back to her table. Harry sighed. 'Why,' he thought, 'am I doing this... She deserves so much better. Especially someone who will love her back...'

"What do you think Potter? Do you have someone in mind for this sort of thing?" Malfoy said, gesturing to the wedding couple. He had come up from behind Harry and sat down in the chair next to him. Harry didn't know how to respond.

"Well... Um, maybe. Someday." He replied slowly. "I'm not sure." That seemed to surprise the blond, because he raised his eyebrows at Harry.

"Really Potter? I thought you would have your mind set on marrying the little Weasley." He stated. Harry blushed. He couldn't marry Ginny, that was for sure.

"I don't know if I can love her in that way." Harry said, surprising himself. Why was he spilling his guts to Malfoy, of all people? Malfoy looked back at him with a questioning gaze.

"But aren't you going out with her?" He asked confused.

"Yes," Harry answered quickly, "Never mind. Just forget it." He said, and with that he got up from the table and went over to Ginny. 'I think,' he thought ,'I'll go and ask my girlfriend to dance.'

Ink: OMG! It's so... +wipes away a tear+ sad but, so beautiful...

Lead+sniffs+ It is sad, but I love it! 3