Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter verse, I only wrote this for fun. Don't sue.
Author's Note: This is a sequel to my one-shot, Elope. You probably don't need to read that in order to make sense of this though.
Dedication: To njferrell, who requested this sequel to Elope um... two months ago? o.O Sorry, I'm so lazy. But here it is.

"The Potter boy?" Narcissa asked, blinking with surprise.

Her son nodded proudly, gazing at his parents with determined eyes and a confident yet stubborn look. "That's right," he said with a sneer. "The Potter boy, the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter. I just thought you should know about us after us being together in secret for two years."

Lucius sat there in his seat. The elder Malfoy man's expression was voided of any emotion as he looked at his son with calm eyes. Draco glared back at him like he was an enemy. Perhaps he was; he was the only one that could refuse Draco his wish in this situation. Or not. "And why do you need to tell me this? I thought you're with Ms. Parkinson all along, not sleeping with some Half-blood Gryffindor prat who clearly doesn't deserve the place next to a Malfoy."

At this Draco Malfoy exploded. "Well yeah?! I'll have you know that even if he is a Gryffindor prat, he is the only Gryffindor prat who can make me happy! I'll have you know that I will bow to no one but him, not even your smelly dead corpse of a Dark Lord!"

"Darling-" Narcissa started, but was quickly cut off.

"No Mother, you're not going to persuade me of anything what-so-ever. I love Harry and I'm going to be with him- my future husband! And yes, we are going to get married and there's nothing you can do to stop it!"

"That wasn't what I was about to say-"

"Don't you dare trying to crash our wedding! I'll warn you both now, I don't care if you don't accept us." He turned his heated glare back to his father. "I've been taught that a Malfoy get what he wants. I want this, and you're not going to have a single say about it. I love Harry and I'm going to be with him. That's FINAL!!!"

The Malfoy mother's lips twitched a bit upward and inwardly shook her head, sighing. "I suppose there's no way to stop you, or get you to listen to what I have to say either."

"Damn right. And you know what? Next week is going to be my seventeenth birthday, so all inheritances goes to me; I've hired a lawyer to make sure that your will isn't going to change, Father." Proud and smirking, Lucius' heir stomped out of the house and slammed the door in his parents' faces.

Silence.

Narcissa slapped her palm to her forehead. "Does he ever listen to us?"

"Don't tell me that you were about to tell him about that."

"Why not, I think it's pretty cute. Five year olds in love, running to America-"

"Draco was looking for a Muggle and the Potter boy just wanted a job that could pay him," Lucius replied dryly. "We still have no idea why they got 'married' in the first place."

"I know that, but still, it was his first love. Draco should know about it, and since we're his parents shouldn't we be happy for him. It's not like we can change anything now."

Lucius sighed. "So what should we give to him as a wedding gift?"