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It was easy to tell Draco's father about the upcoming nuptials. There was no beating around the bush or feigning the love at first sight malarkey.

It was the quickest explanation I feel we are ever going to go through for this, because Lucius understood. He knew what it was like to marry out of necessity not love, and then hopefully it would turn into what he felt for Narcissa. You grow to love someone, he said as he embraced me and told me I would be a welcome addition to the family.

Not really what I was expecting but a happy scenario all the same…

"Hey, Baby Girl, are you even listening to me?!" Adrian pulls my head round with his thick, long fingers, calloused from years of Quidditch training and as strong as a clamp. "You can't back out of this now, this is it, You and Malfoy…"

Telling Adrian first had been my decision, I wanted to tell him and I left the ball in Malfoy's court as to when to tell the others. "I know, but this is for the best,"

"you know, you are going to miss out of taking me for a ride," He winked even though there was an odd look in his eyes, picking up the kettle and pouring the steaming water into the two mugs on the side of the kitchen counter.

I laughed heartily and motioned with my hand to stop the outpour of water before it overflowed in the cup. He looked so lost and childish as he sat there, even though her was three times larger than me, the jumper he wore made his shoulders look ginormous but for some reason he looked shrunk in on himself. He used a spoon to drain the tea and then gently added the milk, lifting both cups and taking them over to the small coffee table in the centre of his living room.

I joined him on the couch, slumping into his shoulder and letting him wrap his arms around me as I tucked my legs up into my chest. "Draco's my best friend, he would never hurt me." I tell him, knowing in my head it's the truth, I could one day see myself falling in love with him, curling up against him at night and feeling his warmth and breath against my body as we both drift off, waking up next to him every morning and going to have breakfast with our family, Lucius laughing as he's surrounded with blond, curly haired kids.

"I would never have hurt you either." He mumbles so low that I would have thought I was mistaken if it wasn't for the hurt look in his eyes.

Adrian, lifts a cup to his lips, blowing on it slightly and avoiding my eyes as he takes a sip and then places it back on the table. I don't know what to say, I can't tell if he's serious or not as he sits there, his face now back to the unreadable expression. "Adrian, you don't like me, you and I are closer than anyone else in this world, and you are the first person I told about this." I say slowly, not really knowing how to go about this in case it isn't some big joke, "You and I, it could have been fun at first, but it would have never worked out."

"why wouldn't it have worked out?" He questions, staring me down as he pushes me away from the body and moves to stand in the middle of the room, pacing backwards and forwards, staring me down, "Why is Draco Malfoy any fucking different to me?"

Shaking my head, not knowing what to say as I stand too, I open my mouth and hope that some form of words fall out. "Adrian, I'm not like your other girls, you would have got bored and we would have ended up like Cormac and I." It's the only way I know how to put things.

"I didn't want the other girls… I wanted you." This left me open mouthed and I almost felt like crying.

He walked away, into his bedroom and slammed the door behind himself, I didn't know what to do, standing there for a few minutes I sort of meander to the floo, I'm about to step in and leave when I hear, "Don't go, baby, stay please." Somehow, hearing Baby instead of the normal baby girl, makes this feel way too personal. I freeze, and in my heart I know that if we are ever going to be the same again I can't leave.

This is it, we have to sort it out now or a fracture so big it can't be repaired will grow between us and the last thing I ever want to happen to me and Adrian is for us to never be the same again. "I promise I'm not going anywhere."

For the rest of the evening we watch films on the big screen TV in his apartment, munching on chips and dips and popcorn and a huge array of sweets. "This won't change anything between us, will it?" he asks, my head is leaning on his arm and we are both lying curled up on the sofa. Somehow I feel like this is a bit inappropriate now that I'm an engaged woman, but this is how we've been for years, and I feel like it would just be the last nail in the coffin of our already dying relationship at this point if I refused his physical contact.

Luckily I am saved from the torture of looking into his wounded eyes from my position and I can easily remind him that there is no question to the fact that nothing between us could ever change, I remind him that I love him and that no one could take that from us. We will be fixed in time hopefully.