She looked beautiful. Her hair was charmed to stay in perfect curls, she was wearing her Aunt's tiara, and each step she took lead her to an even more beautiful man. It was heart breaking and terrible, but Draco was happy for the pretty girl turned woman that was to wed the Boy Who Lived turned man.

Happy that she could make him happy. Happy that she never made him sick from worry. Happy that she could simply apologize after each fight and not have another insult thrown back. Happy that this female who had a childhood crush, who had stayed faithful to the handsome male, got him, and was hers. Happy that they would have children with red hair and green eyes and look like his mother, and children with jet black hair and blue eyes that looked like her father.

Happy that as Harry smiled and took Ginny's hands, his own heart shattered. Because the one thing that Draco would never be happy about was the night he broke Harry. Not just his heart, but the whole of him, and he couldn't deny it because Draco had seen the udder pain in his eyes through the tears. Draco had injured him, had sent a curse at him, had insulted everything there was to insult about him, had attacked him till he was broken beyond repair.

Nobody had even known about their relationship. All they knew was that for months, Harry was happier than they had ever seen, and then suddenly everything he said was monotone, and his expression was blank as an untouched parchment sheet, but not like Harry could use parchment without tearing up because parchment reminded him of Draco. Quidditch reminded him of Draco. His own eye color reminded him of Draco. Draco had torn him to pieces and they regretted everything.

The blonde worked to snap himself into reality, tried to remind himself that Harry had moved on and was trying to be happy. But all he saw when he looked up were emerald green eyes that were trained on him, and all he could think was that they were both crying, and that Draco had missed his chance to object, and Ginny was already saying 'I do' in that soft, girly voice of hers. It had to be a girl, any bloke Harry would ever date reminded him of Draco. And Draco couldn't stand it, had to admit to himself that it was over and that he would not be happy, never be happy when Harry was muttering those faithful words in the same monotone voice and Draco was about to fall over in sobs and-

"I do."

…..

"You are such a slimy git, Malfoy. Why don't you just crawl back to your Slytherin dormitories and order around some first years, or do something productive other than going around picking with people who could care less?" Harry scoffed, pushing himself off of the stone wall he was leaning against, walking towards Draco and away from his friends. He glanced around, making sure more than just Hermione and Ron were watching. It seemed a few members from each House had gathered already. Draco smirked when he noticed them.

"Like you don't go parading around everyday in red and gold acting like a complete prick." The raven haired teen felt a similar smirk tug at his own lips, and he inched towards Malfoy's their eyes meeting in what seemed to be a heated glare.

"Perhaps we should take this elsewhere, Potter? Wouldn't want a stray curse hitting a poor Hufflepuff." The kids standing directly around the two teens shrunk back, knowing how the fight could end. Malfoy turned on his heel, strutting away and pushing open a door which Harry knew to be a mostly unused loo. Harry quickly followed, attempting to not look too eager as he pushed open the double doors. They swung closed, and Harry turned to stare at the blonde in the corner. Draco slowly developed a smirk on his face.

"I think we did good on that one. Did you see that one Ravenclaws' face? Looked petrified." Harry chuckled, stepping closer. "Poor thing didn't know if he was about to be in the middle of a fight between two of the most notorious Slytherins and Gryffindors of Hogwarts…" Draco came closer as well, a pale hand reach up to smooth across the other wizards' face.

"Maybe all that frustration could lead elsewhere, hm?" Harry turned away from Draco, gazing at a dirty mirror. He could see the blonde roll his eyes over his shoulder, and two arms snaked around his waist, a set of warm lips pressing to his ear.

"Do you ever think we'll tell anyone?" The 15 year old mused, turning around in the embrace and receiving an Eskimo kiss. "One day, Potter."

Harry quirked a brow, leaning forward and kissing the blonde, and murmured against his lips, "Last names are only endearing in bed, sweet heart."