There's a The Princess Diaries 2 reference in here. Let's see if you can spot it lol

Chapter 4: The Wedding

Blaise woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. He had drank way more than he had intended. Most of it was because of the stag party, but a lot of it was him drinking over what Dean had said.

A bet. He really had made a bet over his fiance. How could someone who claimed he loved her enough to marry her use her like that?

Perhaps it was a test or some sort. Maybe Rashida had put him up to it to see where Blaise's head really was. He eliminated that thought immediately. Rashida wouldn't have done something like that.

Maybe Dean made it up just to stir trouble. Maybe, if he would have said yes, Dean would have went back and told Rashida, causing her to get angry and not have anything to do with him. Yes, that had to be it, the sneaky bastard.

Blaise climbed out of bed and made his way out the door to Draco's room. He had to knock multiple times but finally Draco came to the door, looking just as terrible as he was feeling.

"Why are you doing this to me?" groaned Draco as he stuck his head out the door.

"You should be thanking me. You have a wedding to be at in 6 hours. Got some hangover potion? I think we both need it." said Blaise.

Draco groaned once again and let Blaise into his room. He walked over to his bathroom and came out with a slender potion bottle and two small cups. He filled the cups with the potion, handed one to Blaise, and the two downed the nasty but helpful concoction, feeling better in a matter of seconds.

"Much better, thanks mate." said Blaise, sitting down on the edge of Draco's bed. "So, ready to become the misses?"

Draco chuckled as he started looking over his robes. "As ready as I'll ever be. You know, I never pictured myself marrying such a dominate person. Then again, I never pictured myself with a Weasley either. And here I am. Loving both."

Blaise smirked. "Almost sickening. If I were a childish man, I would throw up."

"Sod off, you know you wouldn't mind being tied down to one woman."

"Yeah...unfortunately the one woman I wouldn't mind being tied down to, is going to be tied down to a prat that is more arrogant than I am."

"Dean? Arrogant? Highly unlikely. He reeks of humility, it's so unreal." said Draco, sitting down to shine up his dress shoes.

"You wouldn't think that after the conversation that me and him had last night on your balcony." said Blaise, going over to Draco's brandy stand and pouring himself a shot.

Draco stopped buffing. "I'm sorry?"

Blaise took a sip of the brandy, then went into the story of what happened between he and Dean, explaining everything about the bet.

"Damn, I stand corrected." said Draco. "You telling Rashida?"

Blaise scoffed. "She won't believe me, she will see that as some tactic bullshit. No, I'm not going to say anything."

Draco shrugged. I guess. But don't you think she will be pissed to find out that you knew all along? If she were to find out what the piece of shit said?"

Before Blaise could answer, there was a knock at Draco's door. The door cracked open, and Narcissa stuck her head inside.

"Oh good Blaise, you've gotten him up for me. You're doing a good job as best man."

Draco rolled his eyes as Blaise stood up and smiled harder than needed. "Oh yes ma'am. Had to whip this boy here into shape."

The rest of the morning passed by fairly quickly. The rest of the groomsmen came and got ready under Lucius Malfoy's forced but watchful eye, while Narcissa was in another part of the manor, helping Ginny and the others get themselves right.

Pansy was Ginny's maid of honor, so she did a lot with Narcissa, Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny, as the rest of the women helped each other with hair, dress, and makeup.

Though Rashida was trying to be as helpful as she could, she seemed to have much on her mind distracting her. Mainly Blaise. She had seen him briefly on the way to Ginny's preparation room, and they had shared pleasantries, but she couldn't help but admire him all dressed up. There was no disputing it. The man could hang a suit.

"You seem distant." said Hermione, as she waved her wand to put Rashida's dreadlocks into as intricate a bun as she possibly could.

"I'm here, aren't I?" said Rashida, as Hermione sat in front of her and prepared to do Rashida's makeup the muggle way.

"Physically, yes,"said Hermione, not fooled, "but your mind is elsewhere."

"My mind is always where it shouldn't be, Mi." sighed Rashida, as Hermione started applying subtle makeup to her face. "I thought that I would be able to handle seeing Blaise and wanting to be his friend. But he dominates my mind in the worst ways now. It's exhausting. Did you see the way he looked before we came in here? I could have ravaged him!"

Hermione let out a small giggle. "So you're lusting after your cute ex. That's to be expected, but as long as you don't act on it, it's okay, isn't it? I'm not really sure how that works."

Rashida chuckled along with her. "It would be okay if I wasn't engaged to someone else, Hermione."

"Have you talked to Dean about it?"

"We talked the night Blaise got here. He wanted to know were we still getting married, and I told him yes."

"And...?"

"I do, I really do " said Rashida quickly. "If I didn't want it, I would have never agreed."

"That's not necessarily true." said Hermione. "When Dean proposed to you, Blaise was not around, and hadn't been around in four years. He wasn't even a thought in your head."

"That's where you're wrong, actually." said Rashida, glumly. "Blaise always plagued my thoughts, my dreams. Blaise was everywhere. I always wondered how he was doing or if he was okay. If he himself were married off."

"What about your feelings for him?"

"I love Dean, Hermione."

"Of course you do. But did you ever stop loving Blaise?"

Rashida looked at her friend, confusion radiating from her eyes. Though she tried to hide it, she knew Hermione could see it.

"I don't know, Mi. I really don't know."

"Well," said Hermione as she applied some more blush, "I dare say you need to figure that out."

The wedding went off without a hitch. Ginny had looked stunning in her ivory wedding robes (much to Mrs. Weasley's disliking, as she would have preferred her daughter in white, but Ginny laughed and said it would have been a lie) amongst the dozens and dozens of roses that outlined a path outside in the garden, and Draco had looked dashing in his muggle tuxedo, which he had started taking a liking to them after Harry wore one in he and Pansy's wedding. The "I do's" were exchanged, the kissing of the bride had been done (though not as tasteful as the mothers of the bride and groom would have preferred), and after pictures were taken, everybody was ushered into the ballroom inside of Malfoy Manor.

When they got in and everyone was fed and seated, the first dance started. Draco and Ginny looked like a million galleons as they danced around the room, smiling and laughing at jokes and banter being quietly passed between the two of them. Soon, it was time for the bridesmaids and groomsmen to join in the dancing.

Blaise caught Rashida's eye and crossed over to meet with her. He couldn't help but soon inwardly (like he had been doing the entire wedding)at the sight of her. Her deep blue dress, almost as deep a blue as his eyes, made her skin look even more smooth and tempting. The fact that even though Hermione had made up her face, she looked like she only had lipstick on, made her look even more flawless than she already did in his eyes.

They stood on the dance floor, observing one another for a couple of seconds. Then, nervously, Rashida raised one timid arm and placed it on his shoulder, her hand resting in a small space under his neck, and put her other hand into his left hand, while his right went to the small of her back. Rashida cringed a bit in her mind about how comfortable this felt. It took her back to the Malfoy's Christmas Party that they had attended together all those years ago.

They began to waltz around the dance floor, careful to remain in their small section so as not to slam into the others. After the first lift, the tension started to alleviate some, and they managed to strike up a conversation.

"Its nice to see that you haven't lost your touch." said Rashida. "I meant to tell you that yesterday."

"Well, when you have done this waltz since childhood, it would be a crime to mess it up." said Blaise with a small smile.

"Right, I forgot. You European purebloods and your traditions."

"Italiano, darling." smirked Blaise.

"Is Italy not in Europe?"

"Point made."

"You always have to do things the hard way, don't you?" said Rashida.

Blaise stopped himself from making the innuendo that had popped into his head by nodding a bit harder than he normally would have.

"You're going the hurt your neck doing that." said Rashida, and not really noticing, rubbed the back of his neck three times with her hand.

The touch sent a delightful shiver down Blaise's spine. He wanted nothing more than to wisk Rashida away to one of the many rooms in the manor and snog her senseless.

"Sorry." said Rashida, moving her hand away from his neck.

"You don't have a reason to be sorry, love."

"Blaise..."

"You don't. We're friends, remember? It's not like you can't touch me." said Blaise, looking at Rashida deep into her eyes.

"I know, but it isn't right to you. It isn't...it isn't right to Dean."

Blaise rolled his eyes. "Can we not bring Dean up right now? I would very much love to enjoy this dance."

"What do you mean? Dean is-"

"You remember Draco's Christmas Party?" said Blaise, quickly changing the subject.

Rashida allowed it to pass. She didn't want an argument on Draco and Ginny's day. "Of course I remember. The first moments were dreadful, and it was the first time I was required to waltz."

"You did fine."

"It wasn't like I didn't know how, it was just that I was basically made to. With all the weddings I have been to since graduation, I should be a pro at waltzing by now."

"Who else got married?" asked Blaise.

"If someone wouldn't have ran to Italy, you would have known." said Rashida, thanking her voice for not sounding like the bite she felt with that statement.

Unfortunately Blaise felt the sting, but didn't show his hurt for it. "Are you going to tell me who got married?" he asked as he lifted her once more and twirled her around.

"Well, my brother for one, finally ." said Rashida. Blaise laughed at that. He remembered how she used to go on and on about her brother never seeming to want to settle down. "Let see, I went to Lavender and Theo Nott's wedding, that was fun, ummm Neville married a very lovely Hufflepuff girl who's name escapes me, Luna just recently married a Scamander, not to mention the numerous Weasley weddings. I think all but Ron are married now. Oh, and Mamma and Pappa renewed their vows."

"That's wonderful. How are your folks?" asked Blaise, who remembered her fantastic parents, especially her intimidating but fun father.

"They're doing good. They just got back from doing business with some wizards in America. I would have loved to had gone, but I had used my vacation time on Dean when we went to Ireland for Seamus's birthday week."

"Right." said Blaise, not wanting to speak on anything that had to do with Dean. He twirled Rashida out and then brought her back into him, their bodies much closer than they had been.

"I've been meaning to tell you that you look beautiful tonight."he whispered in her ear. Rashida's eyes fluttered. The sound of his voice in her ear was taking her back to many Hogwarts nights spent in his dorm.

"Thank you. You look handsome too." said Rashida slowly, trying hard to avoid Blaise's gaze.

"Shida, I-"

The music stopped, and the applause came from all directions, stopping Blaise from saying how he felt at that exact moment. Rashida couldn't be more thankful, as she was beginning to not trust herself to be around him anymore. She let got of Blaise, turned, and walked quickly away, without another word.

Blaise stood there feeling like a complete idiot as he watched Rashida all but run over to Dean. When she had made it to him, Dean had wrapped his arms around her, drawing her into him. All the while, he was staring at Blaise, as if he were taunting him. As if he took great pride in the fact that he had already one.

Blaise smirked back. As he smirked, Dean took his fingers and rubbed them together, as if he were asking for money. But Blaise knew immediately what he meant. He walked off, fighting back the urge to hex the tosser.

For the rest of the night, Blaise and Rashida avoided each other. Though they kept their respectable distance, their eyes did not, and every now and then, one could feel the other staring. When their eyes would meet on occasion, they would lock for a few seconds, until one of them was the bigger person and would look away.

Blaise sat back and observed how Dean and Rashida interacted with each other. He could tell that Rashida did have strong feelings for the prat, but she second guessed them, and that Dean may have liked Rashida, but he didn't love her as he tried to lead on. He seemed to treat Rashida more as a trophy piece to show off as they moved around the room, rather than a proud fiance who couldn't wait to make her his wife.

Blaise wasn't fooled. Both parties were putting on a great show, but a show nonetheless. And Blaise was ready for the curtain to close.

Later that night, when Blaise went off to find one of the manor's many loo's, Dean and his path crossed again.

"Did you have a lovely time waltzing with my fiancé?" smirked Dean. "You ready to say yes to that bet?"

"Fuck you and your bet." snarled Blaise. "I already told you I'm not interested. However, I will take great delight in getting her back and making you look like a fool. You don't love her. Why are you with her?"

Dean blinked. "Who are you to tell me that I don't love her? You don't know a bloody thing about us nor how we feel about one another."

"I may not know about your sham of a relationship, but I do know that you look at her like she's a fucking piece of meat rather than a woman you really wanna be with. You do anything to make her cry, and I'll kill you. Do you understand?"

Dean looked Blaise up and down, as if he were sizing him up. He may have had Blaise by a few inches, but Blaise was a bit more buff than he was.

"I have you know that fear is not in my vocabulary." he huffed.

Blaise stood his ground. "Maybe not. But it's in your eyes." he said.

He walked off leaving Dean standing there, furious. Hang the bet. Blaise was going to make sure Rashida saw this imposter for what he was, even if he didn't get her in return.