Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter it belongs to J.K. Rowling and I do not profit off this story.

Warnings: SLASH M/M (don't like don't read), Post DH, and slight AU.

AN: Sorry for any grammar/spelling errors etc. This story does not currently have a beta. Thanks for reading and all of the reviews, favs, and alerts.

Love is Blind

Chapter Three: The Unbreakable Vow

Draco groaned loudly, his head pounding the moment he became conscious. What the hell had he done last night? He groggily sat up, his vision spinning making him feel sick.

"Fuck…" He swore at no one in particular. Seriously, what the bloody hell did he do? Flinging the covers off his body he found that he was still in the same clothes as yesterday. In closer inspection he discovered he was in his own room as well.

"A-Astoria?" Draco called loudly, his voice gravely from sleep. He was about to stagger out of bed when Astoria appeared with a gentle smile on her lips.

"Good afternoon, did you sleep well?" She asked calmly while opening the curtains with a flick of her wand. Draco's eye screwed shut, his head burrowing under the nearest pillow he could find. Astoria bit back her laughter as she watched her love suffer. She closed the curtains and gracefully took a seat next to Draco on the bed.

"How did I get here?" He asked with his voice muffled by the mountain of pillows he was buried under.

"George Weasley just showed up with you," Astoria answered. "Just like back then…"

"Astoria." Draco said firmly, his head no longer covered. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her, his head resting against her shoulder. "It wasn't like that, I promise. I don't even remember drinking last night."

She laid her head against his, a small frown gracing her lips. "That's what worries me."

Draco voice caught in his throat as she got up to leave, his arm reaching out for her form that was no longer there.

"I'll send one of the house elves up with brunch and a potion for you." She said softly from the doorway before disappearing from his sight.

Draco crawled back under the blankets wanting nothing more than to vanish. He had let Astoria down. Hell, he had let himself down. He thought he was over his drinking phase he went through after the war. That time in his life was a blur, but it was how he had decided to cope with his losses. He could remember fragments of Astoria taking care of him on nights he drank too much. Merlin knows the horrible things he said to her. It was a miracle they were even still together, Draco thought.

Gathering his senses, Draco stood from the bed, determined to not waste anymore of his day. As he showered he tried remembering what had happened last night. He had gone to Potter's and taken his case and then stayed for dinner because the older Weasley was so damn insistent upon it. At some point he must have started drinking, but why he would drink with clients? He had never done that before and he would never do something that unprofessional.

Summoning some fresh clothes, Draco quickly dressed. He was going to go to the source and figure out what the hell he did last night.

…

Ron was struggling with a heavy box when he heard the bell that hung on the shop's door chime.

"George, can you get that?" He called to his brother who was currently sweeping up for the day. George made his way to the front of the shop, a loud crash from the back making him suppress a giggle.

"Sorry, but we've closed shop for the day." The redhead said before looking at who had entered. His eyes caught sight of a head of striking platinum blonde hair and his brow rose in interest.

"What brings you to our lovely shop, Malfoy?"

Draco was inches from George's face in seconds, his eyes cold and calculating. "You bloody well know why I'm at your blasted shop, Weasley. Now, I suggest you stop the act and tell me or else my hand might just slip and your shop will be closed permanently."

"Touchy much?" George muttered his face no longer holding its usual smile. "What do you wanna know?"

Draco took a step back, his hand still clutching his wand tightly by this side. "What happened at dinner? I know it was you, you brought me home last night."

"You had a little too much to drink that's all and I was kind enough to escort you home." George replied. "Wasn't expecting your cute little wife to be there though, she was quite worried about you."

"She isn't my wife, yet." Draco retorted.

"So sorry, your fiancée then, either way the look on her face was priceless. Do you come home like that often?"

Draco's wand found itself pointing at George's chest. "Not anymore. Now tell me what you fucking did to me!"

"I assured Harry's safety that's all." George said with a cocky smile. "Did you think we'd actually hire you without assuring you wouldn't try to pull something?"

Draco scowled at the redhead. "I'm a professional; I would never intentional harm a patient."

"Doesn't matter." George snorted.

"In case you've forgotten I owe Potter a life debt." Draco challenged. George towered over the blonde backing the smaller man into a shelf that was nearby.

"You seem to think I care, Malfoy." George bent down, his lips grazing the blonde's ear. "Betray Harry Potter and you will die." He whispered darkly.

"What did you make me do?" Draco asked, his voice a ghost of its former self.

"I didn't do anything; you're the one who made the Unbreakable Vow."

Draco's grey eyes widened. "I did what?"

He placed an arm above Draco's head, leaning in closely with a smug grin on his face. "I'll never forget what your family did to us, you know. You really are naïve, Malfoy." George began to speak quietly again, as if he were telling Draco a secret. "You can't prove it, but maybe I spiked your Pumpkin juice last night and then maybe I dared you into making an Unbreakable Vow. But who can say? We were all pissed off our arses as I recall."

Draco was at a loss for words, his mind racing to fit all the pieces of last night back together. He hadn't even notice that George was making his way to the back of the store. Draco wasn't sure how long he stood there staring unknowingly at nothing. A hand waved in front of his face, breaking him from his stupor.

"I've been calling you for like five minutes." Ron said, now having the blonde's attention. "Anyway, as I was saying I sent the files about Harry's case over to yours, along with his medical records. Will you be needing anything else?"

Draco merely shook his head and aimlessly walked out of the shop. His mind still buzzing as the news of the Unbreakable Vow hit him. He had greatly underestimated George Weasley and was now paying the price. If he in anyway betrayed Potter he would die.