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Word Count: 1637

Title: A Wedding Or A Marriage

Note: AU! Arranged marriage, Sirius & Remus live

Warnings:

Beta: Aya

Hogwarts

Assignment 3: Culinary Arts Task #2 - Farfalle: Write about someone getting dressed up for an important event

Yearly:

Prompt 797 [Trope] Arranged Marriage

[108] Flabbergasted

"I've been planning my wedding since I was six years old," Draco complained when he heard the news.

"Draco," Mrs Malfoy said. "Your father wants you to marry the best."

"Who says Potter is the best?" Draco sneered in annoyance.

"You do, all the time," he heard his father's voice speaking from behind him.

Draco's face turned pink. He couldn't even deny it, he spoke very highly of Potter, but he didn't even know if he was gay. "He might be straight, he has no sense of grooming," Draco shot instead, knowing that is more likely to be true.

"Let me at least talk to him first," Draco pleaded in vain.

"The request for betrothal has already been sent to his godfather, and should it be accepted, that's the end of discussion."

'Oh Merlin, what has father done?' Draco thought in desperation. He would be the laughing stock of the school now.

"No, no no," Harry complained in desperation. "Sirius, you can't possibly expect me to marry that git."

"Come on, Harry, I thought you said he was handsome." Remus grinned.

"Okay, a handsome git," he maintained. He suspected that his godfather knew his objections were ungrounded, and that secretly he couldn't help but imagine what being with Draco would be like.

"Harry, we don't need to go through with this," Sirius said after a minute.

"I, well, just let me think, okay?" Harry said instead.

"Of course, Harry," Sirius said, hand on his shoulder.

Draco was dressed up to the nines, he was going to formally start wooing Harry Potter, and he was secretly scared to death of the trio and how everyone would react.

He didn't care too much for the Slytherin's opinions, they understood tradition all too well, and he could hide behind it and pretend to dislike the fact that he was marrying the chosen one, the gorgeous, emerald eyed, chosen one who made his knees go weak.

He spotted Harry in the hallway alone, and he was surprised the others weren't with him.

"Potter," he spoke, announcing his presence. "For you," he said, taking a single long stemmed red rose and handing it over.

"Thank you, Malfoy," Harry said. Draco saw a gentle emotion behind those emerald eyes he had never noticed before.

"I was surprised you accepted," Draco said, and he knew he meant more than just the rose.

"So was I," Harry chuckled. "My friends don't get it."

"I see, well, um, you could sit with me this morning?" Draco said, feeling anxious. This wasn't something he was used to.

Harry nodded simply, following Draco to the Slytherin table. The Slytherin's gave him a quick look at his appearance and then continued to ignore him.

"Oh, Harry!" Draco heard, looking up to see Luna's beaming face as the Ravenclaw walked towards the table of snakes unfazed, and sat down beside him.

"Congratulations," she said. "Both of you. I'm so pleased to hear about the wedding."

Harry coughed. "Luna, it's an arranged marriage."

Draco felt himself becoming mildly offended, but it was true.

"So was my parents, sometimes all you need is a push in the right direction, I find." She smiled.

"You think we could actually work together?" Draco caught himself asking.

"Of course, you two would balance each other out perfectly." Luna smiled with reassurance.

It was the smile that she caused on Harry's face that made Draco decide this woman was going to be his friend as well. He needed someone as supportive as she was, he could use a friend like her. He could use a friend, period.

"Lovegood, do you want to be friends?" Draco asked her, and the cute puzzled expression on his betrothed face warmed his heart.

"Oh, sure Draco, I like new friends," she commented with a smile.

"What are you up to, Malfoy?" Potter asked him curiously, and he smirked at him.

'Harry really can be so adorably oblivious sometimes,' Draco thought to himself.

"Is it hard to believe I just want an actual friend that doesn't care about politics?" Draco asked him, turning his steely grey eyes to the man he was going to marry. Potter blushed, and a couple of Slytherin's eyed him curiously.

Luna chuckled. "You sound like a married couple already." she said, wandering off dreamily.

"Why did you agree to this? You clearly still think my family are scum," Draco said softly. He didn't like that it seemed he wasn't going to get a chance for Harry to actually love him. Although his parents insisted love was immaterial and good for nothing, Draco still harboured the hope he would someday marry a man he loved. He didn't know if he loved Harry, not yet anyway, but he sure would like to get to know more about him.

"I thought I would give us a chance," Potter said and Draco needed to stop a visible intake of breath. 'Did he just say us?'

"Us?" Draco repeated.

"Yeah," Potter replied, mussing up his hair by running a hand nervously through it.

"Luna, what are those?" Draco asked, he was sitting in the library when she approached him.

"Friendship bracelets." Luna grinned, handing one over to a flabbergasted Draco.

"Why did you make three?" he asked, slipping one onto his wrist without argument. His was green, hers was blue, and there was a third one—a red one.

"For Harry," she said, sitting down beside him. "Do you think he will like it?"

"Well, I love it, Luna," Draco said, a strange emotion had come over him, nobody had ever done anything like this for him before, and he was getting choked up. Before he could stop her, she hugged him, and pulled away again.

"What?" Draco asked, uncertain of her reaction.

"I can tell you have never had a decent friend before," she admitted reluctantly, and he couldn't be bothered to even feel ashamed.

It was then that Harry walked in, and Draco's eyes watched him as he walked over. "Hi," Harry said, stopping in front of Draco. "Can we go for a walk?"

Draco nodded and reached for Harry's outstretched hand to pull him up. After Luna gave Harry his own bracelet, she let the two of them go for their walk alone. Draco was oddly pleased that Harry hadn't let go of his hand.

"Harry?" Draco asked as they reached the Quidditch pitch.

"Yes, Draco?" he asked, his emerald green eyes shining with some uncontained emotion.

"I don't hate you, you know," Draco admitted. "I actually kind of like you."

Harry laughed. "I like you too." Harry grinned.

Draco was in his dressing room, he was seated in front of a large vanity, and his heart was racing so fast he could hardly breathe. It was time. He took his time to carefully jell his hair and place it perfectly on his head. He had made sure his white suit was perfectly steamed, and had no creases. This was it, it was the most important event Draco would ever be a part of, and he wanted it to be nothing less than perfect.

He smiled, an actual smile, one that so rarely crossed his lips, nobody would have believed Luna if she hadn't captured the moment on camera. She had volunteered to be the photographer, and Draco was pleased to let her do it. Almost all the wedding arrangements were made by his parents, but that was the one thing he wasn't going to budge on. He wanted his best friend there every step of the way.

"Luna," he said. "Do you mind getting a couple of Harry as well?"

Luna nodded, watching him straighten his tie, and she snapped another picture of him. He was sure he wouldn't look anything like himself in these pictures, he had never been this happy in all his life. As he fixed his tie, the jacket of his suit lifted up, and the small green friendship bracelet was visible around his arm.

She left him alone without another word, and he knew why. He wasn't nervous, he didn't need someone to calm him down, no cold feet. His mother had told him how scared she had been prior to her wedding with his father, but Draco didn't feel anything like that. He loved Harry, and somehow, without Harry needing to say it, he knew Harry loved him as well.

Waiting for marriage was difficult, and he knew their honeymoon would be passionate, he blushed at the thought. He wondered how it would feel…Of course they had kissed, but they had left the main event for after the wedding. He had asked Harry if he had been with anyone, and he wasn't surprised when his fiance had said no.

"I am getting everything I ever wanted," Draco spoke to his reflection. "Not just a dream wedding, but also a marriage to a man I love more than I ever believed possible."

The people were staring at him as he walked down the aisle, and his eyes met the loving emerald orbs of his husband to be. Draco felt time stop, focusing on the man he was walking towards, and blocking out all the rest. Harry was the only one that mattered, after all. He saw Harry's eyes tear up, and he knew it was in appreciation for what was about to happen.

"You look, stunning," Harry stuttered, holding out a hand when Draco reached him. "I love you," he mouthed, and Draco couldn't wait to spend the rest of their lives together.

"I love you too, Harry," Draco said, loudly enough for the crowd of people in the church to "awwww" collectively at them.

"Good," Luna said from next to them, she was wearing a blue dress and holding flowers. Harry laughed, a happily ever after had never sounded so plausible.