I Now Pronounce You, Man, Wife and Bitter ex-lover

Till Death Do Us Part

"No! I'm not going. Now way no how and you can't make me!" Draco said, crossing one slim arm over the other. He looked like a very tall four year old, his lower lip sticking out in a pout.

Ron Weasley sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, struggling to control an impulse to blast the other boy from here to China. "Draco, I don't like you. I have never in my life liked you. I have hated you since my second birthday when you stole my new toy broom before I had even un-wrapped it. But I am Harry's best man and his best friend. I am also Ginny's brother, and in that capacity it is my job to keep them from making idiots of themselves. Everybody with half a brain can see that this wedding is a mistake and I'm going to end this farce.I need your help."

"Potter had his chance, but Nooo, he blew me off for that little Creevy punk!"

"Dennis had nothing to do with your break up and you know it. You were a DEATH EATER, Draco!"

"Not by my choice!"

"Well we didn't know that until AFTER Voldemort killed himself now did we?"

Draco remained silent, staring angrily at the wall. "I'm not going."

"You are."

"Not."

"Are."

"NOT!"

"A.." Ron screamed in frustration, pounding his head against the table.

"Oh stop that! You'll dent the wood."

"Draco, you are going or so help me I'll hog tie you and leave you with Lockhart for a night!"

Draco looked at Ron finally before sighing. "Fine, I'll go, but don't expect me to jump up and down confessing my love for him."

Ron stood, pulling on his cloak. "I didn't ask you to." He said, smirking.

"Yet." Draco said, turning back to look at the wall.

Ron shook his head and disapperated with a sigh.

The Next Day-

Draco puttered around his flat nervously, confused about why he had agreed to attend the wedding. It wasn’t as if some part of him wanted to go, every fiber of his being was dead set against the idea. He supposed it was a good chance to se Harry again. He hadn’t seen him in so long, newspaper clippings not counting of course. It had been eight years since Draco had last kissed him, a soft good-bye to carry with him as Harry walked away, tears streaming down his face. Their had been no heated words, no exchange of curses, just the shattering of fragile hearts. And then Harry had moved on, to little Dennis Creevy and to Seamus Finnagan and then onto the girls, oh so many girls, as if Draco and the rest were just experiments in school.

Draco shook his head, attempting to clear the thoughts from his mind as he slowly gathered up the lunch things from Ron’s visit, being careful not to break the fragile china his mother had left him. That memory, just like the one of Harry’s good-bye was bitterly painful, the wound still fresh and shinny.

Draco watched the water filling the large bath tub, watching it swirl around and around, The bubble bath creating a blanket of foam, hiding the scalding water. He stood and let the green silk robe slide from his body, stepping carefully into the steaming water. As he lay back, closing his eyes he let his mind drift away, past the thoughts of broken hearts and empty kisses and settling on a pair of emerald eyes that still haunted his dreams.

~~~~~~Far Away in the land of Weasley~~~~~~~

"MOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!!" Ginny yelled down the stairs. "I can't find my veil!!"

"It's on your vanity!"

"No it isn't!"

Molly Weasley sighed, massaging her temples. "That's where I left it Gin,"

"Then you come up and find it!"

Just then Fred went running through the kitchen, a piece of white lace trailing after him.

"FREDRICK WEASLEY!!" Molly yelled.

Fred slid to a stop, running into the counter, causing Ginny's veil to fall into the water that was currently dying Arthur's white robes black. "Oops..."

"FREDRICK GREGORY WEALEY!!"

Fred slowly backed towards the back door then, remembering he had his apparating license he Apparated back to his and George's shoppe, intent on not facing his mother till the wedding that night.

Molly rescued the mangled veil and with a tap of her wand had it back to it's purest white. She carried it upstairs to Ginny, passing Harry on his way downstairs. Harry yawned, stretching. He headed into the kitchen for an apple, only to run into Arthur.

"Morning Harry."

"Morning Mr. Weasley."

"Come now son, you can call me Arthur."

"Okay then, Arthur." Harry said, testing the unfamiliar name.

"Much better, ready for tonight?"

"Barley." Harry said with a small smile.

Arthur grinned. "Welcome to being a bride-groom Harry, the scariest moment of your life."

"Gee, thanks."

Arthur just smiled at him before waving his breakfast up with a flick of his wand.

~~~~~~Back at Draco's Flat~~~~~~

Draco stood in front of the mirror, staring at his black formal robes. He sighed and turned away from his reflection, flopping onto his bed. WHY did he agree to go, he should be curled up into a little ball, hiding away from the world tonight, not preparing to attend his ex-boyfriend's wedding to a girl he couldn't stand. He sighed again and forced himself to stand, to search for the present he had created for them, to wait for Ron to lead him to the apparition point for the wedding...when all he really wanted to do was curl back under the covers.

Mary was all cotton candy and pink champagne. Legs that stretched on for 20 or so miles and a laugh that made you want Christmas as a child. She had a smile, a small tilt of the lips that made men want to lay down their lives in some glorious, ancient battle. Her golden hair was a beacon to the lonely heart. A safe port that was much needed in the troubled time. Percy Weasley had taken one look at her and fell completely and utterly head over heals in love with her. He knew in the first moment she was going to be his wife, and now, five years later she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, even swelled with their first child.

Mary raised her head and smiled at her husband, dishing a bit of triffle onto her plate. Percy smiled back, raising his hand to wave only to have it grabbed by Fred. "Come on brother. Ignore your wife for a moment and come see Gin." Fred dragged the elder Weasley over to the dance floor where their sister was dancing with her father, tears flowing down both their faces.

Percy pulled out his camera and captured the moment forever, wiping a tear from his own eye. He clapped Fred on the shoulder, passing him the camera. "I'm going to go rescue Harry from George and his new girlfriend."

"She's not new Perce," Fred said, taking picture.

"Oh?"

Fred nodded. "They've been dating for three years and are now engaged."

"Oh! Guess I should get home more." Percy said, coloring slightly.

Fred smirked at Percy. "With a wife like yours, I'm surprised you ever leave the bedroom!"

Percy slapped Fred upside the head before walking over to where George and his girlfriend, Genevive Pratt, were standing. It was a famous story of how Gen and George had met. Genevive worked as researcher in the Humor Related Magical Artifacts sector of the Ministry, Practical Joke Division. George was down there looking for something new to offer at the shoppe when all of sudden a chocolate he had been eating turned him into a turkey. It took them hours to turn the famous shoppe owner back to normal. After a good chuckle he invited the creator of 'Turkey Treats' out to dinner and the rest was romance history.

Gen was a sweet girl, as normal and down to earth as you could get, which helped balance George out greatly when his head was off spinning with different ideas. Their love for practical jokes had caused Mrs. Weasley to all but strip search them as they arrived at the wedding earlier that day.

"Percy!!" A cheerful voice called and Percy looked up in time to be hugged by a miniature red-head. Becky, Charlie' youngest daughter had attached herself firmly to Percy's left leg, removable only by crowbar or sweets. Charlie laughed as Percy limped over to the group, nodding in greeting to George and Harry, giving the ladies a slight bow. Charlie's wife, Jaques, giggled and pried her daughter from Percy's leg, shoving a toffee into her mouth before she could protest.

"Wasn't the wedding just lovely?" Gen asked, laying her head on George's shoulder as if she would pass out from the romance off it.

"I guess." George said. "If you go in for the mushiness of it."

Gen slapped his arm lightly before turning to Harry. "Where are you going after Hun?"

"Ginny wanted to head over to Paris so we'll fly over that way."

"Sounds lovely Harry." Gen said, grinning at him.

George rolled his eyes and slapped Harry on the back. "Owl us if you ever surface from underneath the romance."

Harry gave him a smirk. "I will, don't worry."
~~~~~
Across the large lawn Ginny was surrounded by her girlfriend, all chattering and twittering as females are wont to do, sounding like a mad crowd of birds. On her right was Madeleine Carey, a friend of Gin's from Hogwarts whom had been her made of honor. On her left, Helen Nightingale, one of the most popular witches of their year despite her slightly plain looks.

Gin kept glancing over their shoulders, trying to spot Harry, but the only person she could see was Draco Malfoy sulking around the edges of her little group. Gin watched Draco as he pulled a silver dagger from his red dress robes. He stared down at the dagger, running his finger over the green head of a snake carved into the handle. He raised the dagger slowly, closing his eyes and plunging it into his gut. Blood spilled out, dark and rich,
staining his green robes a dark black. He dropped to his knees, gaping for
hair, his eyes wide before he fell back, staring sightlessly at the golden
orange sky.

Gin turned to Helen, smiling. "More punch?"

To Be Continued...