Hello again!! Quick to my next chapter, right? Soo? The last one made me happy!

Dedication~ Story is to NjFerrel, and this chapter is dedicate to Sakura Lisel, my first reviewer of the last chapter!!!!

Disclaimer~ I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!! If I did, Then Harry would be riding a different broom. ;)

Draco sat paralyzed in the armchair in front of the fireplace. His mind was reeling. He barely noticed his mothers worried glances. Although he could hardly think he managed to form an intelligent sentence.

"When?" Ok, so maybe not THAT intelligent.

"Well, today is September 24th, and you have until the 17th of October to get a match. You will meet with Mamma Nayka on Friday." She said happily. "I'm sure you will love Mamma Nayka, she is a wonderful woman, albeit slightly...loose in the mind, but when it comes to making matches, she is more then capable, she is in fact, the best!"

Draco took a breath, each one felt like his last. What was he going to tell Harry?

"So, mother," He started, trying to sound nonchalant "Who are the possible suitors?" He asked trying to stay calm. Keyword trying.

"Well, no one yet, but there is a test, to make final cuts. In a week from now we will hold a dinner after you meet with Mamma Nayka and tell her what you'd like in your match, then at the dinner we will invite all who wish to come, at which point Mamma Nayka will choose three final suitors and make the final decision after meetings with them each." Narcissa smiled. "I'm so proud darling, but I'm afraid that the decorator will be arriving shortly, so if you could scurry along, and meet me here, at noon on Friday."

Draco rose from his chair, swiftly kissing his mothers cheek, before exiting through the fireplace, and returning to his flat. The second he exited from under the mantle he knew that Harry was awake. The living room window curtains were wide open, and light and sound was pouring through them. A smell of toast and jam were floating in from the kitchen and Draco quickly made his way in.

He stopped in the doorway and even in his distress he couldn't help but smile. Harry was standing over the stove, making Draco's favorite breakfast, a cheese and tomato omelet, one hand rubbing sleep out of his eyes, and to finish the picture, he was wearing nothing but The overlarge (On harry that is he was slightly smaller) t-shirt that Draco had disbanded carelessly during last nights activities. It was pale green, and it slung over his arm, exposing one shoulder, and went down to Harry's mid thigh, just covering enough to make Draco want to see more.

Draco walked behind his lover, panic forgotten for the moment, and wrapped his arms around Harry's slender waist pulling him to his chest. Harry emitted a squeak and turned in Draco's arms so that he could wrap his arms around Draco's neck. Draco smiled at the hero's beautiful face.

"You know, if this is what was waiting for me every time I came home, I'd leave more often." He said leaning down to peck Harry on the lips, who smiled before kissing Draco's neck and speaking.

"Yes, but I would miss you terribly love." He said. Withdrawing his arms from Draco and turning back to the stove and flipping the omelet. As Draco watched Harry turn the stove off and put the omelet on a plate, the meeting with his mother came back to mind, and apparently it came to Harry's as well.

"So what did you and your mum talk about?" Harry asked.

Draco wasn't sure how he was to tell Harry. He knew all of the suitors would be male, because his mother knew he was gay, but how was he supposed to get Harry as one of the suitors. He was worried but he knew lying would not fix anything.

"Well, we...talked about my birthday." Well, it wasn't a lie!

"Oh really? What about it? I thought you wanted a small dinner here?"

"Yes well, apparently my mother wants me to have a party..." He started clearing his throat.

"What type of party?" Harry asked, setting the omelet down and taking his coffee to the small table by the right wall to sit across from Draco. It was now or never.

"Well funny you should ask," 'Funny? This isn't funny at all!?' "A, erm... a wedding." He stated. Harry froze with the mug at his lips. He lowered his cup and looked curiously at Draco.

"Umm, love, I thought we were keeping the relationship a secret?" Suddenly Draco realized what Harry was thinking. Oh boy, it was even harder now to do what he knew he must.

"It is a secret."

"But then---"

"It's not a wedding for... us." Draco nearly whispered that sentence, half hoping Harry hadn't heard. He had.

"What do you mean, 'Not for us', who is it for?" He asked, clearly confused.

Draco sighed, and pulled his chair over next to Harry's. He pulled Harry's hand into his lap and began to run his thumb soothingly over the back.

"Well, Harry, you see at age twenty, as is tradition... all Malfoy heirs must meet a... matchmaker." He finished looking at Harry's suspicious eyes. The look changed into a dawning expression, and he knew that Harry was grasping the situation faster then he had.

Suddenly Harry let out a rather dry laugh. "I'm sorry Darling, I thought you just said matchmaker. I know you didn't though, because that would imply that you are getting married." Harry scoffed, pulling his hand away and standing up. "Which I know, isn't true, because even a Malfoy wouldn't do something that cruel." He said, looking at Draco, as though begging for him to laugh and say it was a mean joke or something. When Draco looked down, he heard Harry gasp.

"Oh. My. God. YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED!?" Harry shouted. Draco stood up and walked over to Harry, reaching his arm out to grab his hand, but Harry moved back before he could.

"Look Harry,--" He started but Harry cut him off.

"NO I WILL NOT 'LOOK'! YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED? I CAN'T—even...—I thought... Oh FORGET IT!" He shouted marching to the coat rack and throwing on a knee length coat, and slipping his shoes on. Draco froze, eyes widening.

"Harry, where are you going? You're not leaving are you?" He asked panicking. Harry covered his eyes and took a rasping breath. When he lowered his hands Draco saw a tear roll down his cheek.

"Look, Draco, I don't know, I'll go to a hotel or floo Ron, I don't know, but I'll be back for my stuff tomorrow."

"Y-your clothes? Why!?" Draco asked trying to stop whatever was happening. Harry laughed.

"You know, I don't think your true love is going to appreciate walking in and seeing my underwear on the bedroom floor." He said. Then he sighed. Draco's heart broke at the ached and pained look in Harry's eyes when he spoke. "Draco, I... I love you! And I want you to be happy, so just, enjoy your knew husband." He walked to the fireplace taking a handful of powder when Draco moved. He ran forward and grabbed Harry, causing the powder to spill over the carpet but Draco didn't care at the moment.

"Harry! YOU are my true love, and I want you to be my husband! I know it seems difficult, almost impossible, but I didn't know! I haven't been—stringing you along! I wouldn't shit with your heart like that! Never." He looked into Harry's eyes, trying to convey the way he felt. Harry's eyes watered more and he smiled and chuckled a little.

"I'm sorry Draco, I should know that. I should have trusted you." Draco shook his head.

"No, it's alright. But don't worry, I'm not going to let some old woman split us up."

"Yeah, your mom can't do this."

"... I meant the matchmaker."

"Oh..."

"Hey Harry?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I know."

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