Hi! I'm back! Third chapter is here! I have four reviews.... could be worse! So this chapter, not as serious as the last two. But hey! It's also obnoxiously short, please excuse that. Sooo, you know the drill! READ AND REVIEW!!!
Dedication~ Story AND chapter dedicated to Njferrel (my first reviewer for chapter two!)
Disclaimer~ I don not own Harry Potter! If I did, lets say the wizard duel in book one would have gone down differently. ;)
Harry sat curled into the side of the velvet green couch in the living room, watching his boyfriend pace back and forth across the room, muttering obscenities under his breath. Harry, slightly amused as he was, was getting annoyed.
"Draco! You're not a cat! Jesus fuck stop pacing!" He said laughing, throwing his arms in the air.
Draco paused then looked at Harry and frowned.
"Fine sir sits-a-lot. Why don't YOU come up with a way to stop this arranged marriage." Harry rolled his eyes.
"That's why I'm sitting in the first place. You grew up with them! How do they work? What are the loopholes?" Harry sighed and patted the spot next to him on the couch. Draco sat down and Harry instantly crawled over to sit in his lap with his arms around Draco's neck. "Come on baby, think! Isn't there anything we can do?"
Draco buried his face in Harry's neck while he thought, nuzzling it and listening to Harry's content purrs. 'He sounds like a cat' He thought grinning. Then it hit him.
"NO! I mean... no. There's no loopholes that can stop an arranged marriage, but..." He looked at Harry who was listening anxiously. "Well, there are certain requirements of the matches. Anyone can attend the dinner, but if you do not have the right traits, matchmakers don't usually even look at you."
Harry frowned for a moment. Then his eyebrows rose and a grin lit his face.
"So Draco, baby... say I were to have these traits... would that make me a possible suitor?" Draco smirked.
"Darling, you read my mind. In fact, you being who you are, won't actually change much with my family, seeing as they were mostly Voldemort followers, but... If you could match all of the skills, get all of the requirements... well looks clearly aren't an issue, so you would certainly be looked at!" Harry squeaked delightedly and hopped up, pulling Draco by his hand with him. Draco laughed amused at Harry's excitement.
"Ok, sooo? WHAT! What do I need to have... or be... or, well, whatever! Just tell me!"
"Harry, calm down!"
"How can I calm down? Do you get this? If the matchmaker picks me, not only will I be officially yours, but you're parents will have no choice but to give us their blessing! Because if Mamma Naked—"
"Mamma Nayka-"
"Mamma Nayka says it's a perfect match, then surely they can't go against it!!!!... Can they?" He ended lamely, looking up at his lover who smiled.
"Well no actually, or at least, no one ever has gone against it. Now quiet for a second, I'm thinking."
"About what?"
"About How I am going to get you ready for the suitor dinner in a week."
Harry frowned and seemed to deflate slightly. "A week? We only have... a week?"
Draco looked at his lover, who just a second ago was full of energy, and now looked on the verge of tears. He stepped forward and pulled the boy into his arms, carding his fingers through the raven locks, and muttering sweet nothings in his ear, something Draco used to find ridiculous, until he found out that Harry thought they were cute. He gently pulled Harry's head back and viridian met molten silver. Love sparked through the gaze as the smaller boy stood on tiptoes and pressed his lips to Draco's.
The kiss was short, and gentle, but sweet and full of emotion, and left them both breathless. Draco took a deep breath against Harry's lips and seemed to breathe in the air straight from Harry's lungs to his.
"Although I would love to follow this kiss back to the bedroom and screw you into the mattress, we have a floo call to make." He breathed, still staring into Harry's eyes. But then Harry blinked and frowned.
"Who do we have to call?" He asked puzzled. Draco smiled and turned, Harry narrowed his eyes at the almost guilty look in Draco's eyes.
"Ok, well don't be mad, but... somebody knows about us." Harry's eyebrows shot up. "Ok, well in June, when you went to Romania to visit Charlie Weasley for a weekend, I had a friend over. I didn't expect them to rummage through my drawers whilst I was in the loo, and find all of our... toys. So when I came out, they demanded to know who it was, and they can be persuasive... in a violent way, so I told them the truth."
"And who might this be?" Harry asked, not only embarrassed at the thought of someone finding their... toys, but also slightly upset because one of Draco's friends knew, whilst none of Harry's were allowed to.
"So two weeks later," Draco continued, ignoring the question. "They write, saying that they got a job as a matchmaker's apprentice! Don't you get it Harry? They can tell us everything we need to know about noble suitors. I'll write them now." He stepped for the door when Harry grabbed his arm and looked pointedly into his eyes.
"And. Who. Might. This. Be?" He asked, eyes narrowed to slits. Draco chuckled nervously.
"Er.. well... funny really."
"Draco! Who?"
"...Pansy. Pansy Parkinson."
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