To Love a Gryffindor 1

Isn't it funny how life likes to play its ironic games with us? I think so. It really likes to play with me. Who would have thought that in eight years, my ideas on everything would change? Being a Malfoy means certain things, or at least it did. It meant power, money, and being a top rank Death Eater. It meant hating Muggles and Muggle-borns, and especially hating Harry Potter. It meant being cold and cynical, almost to the point that you had no emotion at all. Maybe it's a good thing I wasn't really a Malfoy after all.

One of the most surprising things about my life is that those I thought I would never like are now my closest friends and in one case, my love. Those I thought would always be my friends left as soon as they could. Harry Potter, whom I was raised to hate, is now one of my best friends along with the Dream Team: Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. And of course then there is her.

Out of my old friends, only a few are left. Marcus Flint, who has been missing for the last four years and Blaise Zabini were the only ones not to forsake me as soon as I proclaimed myself not to be a follower of Voldemort. Blaise stands beside me today, making funny faces at one of the bridesmaids, but I don't really want to know which one. Those two as well as Ron are the only people who know my feelings for her.

Remember how I said life likes to play ironic games? Well this is one. Malfoys are not allowed to love; yet I fell for her. Malfoys were meant to hate the Weasleys, yet I fell in love with her the moment I saw her. Her red hair and brown eyes always haunted me since my second year and I actually felt physical pain each and every time I teased her.

I never told her how I felt and it's been many years since. For the past five years I have been working as an Auror, bringing in Death Eaters who didn't seem to get the clue that Voldemort was dead and not coming back, no matter what they thought. Many of my so-called friends from Hogwarts had to be killed because they couldn't see the light. Of course they never had or else they wouldn't have followed Voldemort anyway.

Harry and Ron, like the good Gryffindors that they are, also became Aurors. Hermione now teaches at Hogwarts as the Transfiguration teacher. The Deputy Headmistress decided to devote all her time to that position and handed down the teaching job to her most promising graduate.

I'm still waiting for Ron to get his act in gear and actually ask her to marry him. It has been quite obvious for many years that the two belong together. Luckily Ron got a job at Hogwarts as well, as the assistant Care of Magical Creatures teacher. He helps Hagrid take care of all the animals. Well, except snakes, neither he nor Harry will explain why he has such a fear of snakes. All I get is that it happened on one of their adventures.

I guess I should tell you how I became friends with them. In my fifth year, my father (or at least who I thought to be my father) died doing Voldemort's dealings. My mother, never having loved him, decided that she would tell me the truth about my heritage. It wasn't till that summer that my former enemy was going to become my stepbrother.

His Godfather, Sirius Black, had been a friend of my mother during their days at Hogwarts and right before she had married my father they had gotten involved. He was my biological father, though he never knew it till I did. Harry was already adopted by that time and was his 'son.' My mother and Sirius got back together right before the end of the school year and married right before the next, making Harry and me Step-siblings.

My mother had never told anyone that I wasn't a Malfoy. I went after her in looks so no one doubted the lie that I was Lucius Malfoy's son. At first even I did not believe. Slowly I accepted it but it really did not sink in until Blair was born, but more about that later. That summer I spent with Harry changed the way I looked at things. We became friends after that (it is kind of hard to be enemies with your brother). He integrated me into his friends and soon we were best friends. It was really odd and I am sure some were looking out the window for those flying pigs.

Mother told me that if I wanted to I could change my last name from Malfoy to her maiden name or my true father's name. I decided against it. Draco Black or Felonious did not sound right. Besides I had to prove that Malfoys are not all bad.

During my sixth year, after deciding I would never get the one I loved, I started to date a Hufflepuff named Serena Amboy. She was lovely and someone who I liked to talk to. I thought I was over my first love when I purposed to her on graduation day. We were married soon afterwards and Blair was born when we were 19.

Blair is everything to me. Things change when you get handed a small person wrapped in blanket and knowing you helped create that. She was beautiful. She is four now. Ever since Serena died three years ago in battle against a Death Eater it has just been the two of us.

This brings me to now. I'm currently standing in the front of a church, beside Ron Weasley and Blaise Zabini acting as a groomsman for Harry. Today he is getting married to Ginny, the girl I love. Today is start of heartbreak.

Damn Potter. Why did he have to win her heart? Why did he have to steal her away from me? Why did he have to always win?

Ron put his hand on my shoulder. He knew about my feelings for his sister. At times I wondered if he had always known. I loved her even when I was married to Serena.

I wish I had told her. I wish I were standing there, waiting instead of him. I wish we were going to be happy like they will. I wish she were mine.

Wishful thinking.

Suddenly there was movement from the other side of the priest. Without turning I knew it was Ginny's friend Nicole Moiré. The guest gasped. So what if Nicole decided to be late for her best friend's wedding. But then everyone stopped talking and turned towards the back where the bride was about to enter. Hermione was already at the front of the church, waiting to take the bouquet.

I didn't look. Somehow I did not want to see her dressed in her wedding gown getting married to someone else. I distracted myself from the ceremony by smiling at my daughter, who sat on her grandfather's lap, her brown eyes sparkling. I managed to miss the whole ceremony by doing that. In fact Nicole had to tug on my arm to get me down the aisle. Luckily no one noticed but her and my parents.

We walked to the back of the church and watched as everyone left. Right before the pictures of the wedding party would take place she dragged me into the nearest room and shut the door and immediately kissed me. At first I was shocked but I continued to kiss her. It took me a minute or two to realize what was happing and when I did, I pushed Nicole away.

"Nic-" I stopped. Right in front of me, in Nicole's dress, was Ginny herself. After standing there for a second, I turned, opened the door, and peered out only to see Harry and Nicole waving at me. At last moment the two had switched. They had planed this. I turned back to Ginny and she smiled.

"I've been waiting to kiss you like that for three years." She said. I just smiled and pulled her close to me, closing the door again.

"I've been waiting longe." With that I kissed her again. I guess sometimes it does pay to have some wishful thinking.