Title: The Marriage bond
Author name: darkelf11808
Sub Category: Drama
Summary: Harry Potter needs a partner to secure his heritage, no thanks to the ministry-and Draco Malfoy was his last choice. And so he finds himself standing before a priest, united in matrimony, marrying the man of his dreams… for all the wrong HPDM. 8th year.
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warning: SLASH! Oh, and Mpeg of course and Sirius is still alive, because I want him to be.
Harry Potter had destroyed the Dark Lord at the end of sixth year when his godfather Sirius Black had almost fallen through the Veil. Harry Potter had killed Bellatrix Lestrange first because he just did not like that bitch. Voldemort on the other hand had been destroyed quickly thanks to the ancient protection placed on him by his mother.
"What the hell is this?" , Harry shrieked at the parchment he had in his hand that was just delivered by a ministry owl. "What is it, what's wrong?" questioned his godfather on hearing his godson's exclamation.
"Can you believe what those beauroctratic assess are doing? They're forcing me to get married if I want to receive the Potter properties!", Harry complained. "So what are you going to do harry? I know that you are not seeing anyone at the moment."
Harry pondered his situation for a moment before an idea struck, "Help me write a list of the eligible wizards that you can think of."
"Wizards? Since when?", Sirius questioned, surprised that he had not known his own godchild's sexual preferences. "If I am going to get married I might as well be stuck to the sex that I prefer."
An hour later they had made no headway in their list. Harry was growing desperate; he wanted someone who would not do it only for the money or the fame. Suddenly Sirius cried out, "What about Zacharias Smith? He's single right and definitely gay."
Harry ran through all the memories he had of Smith and could not come up with any good ones, "But he's a jerk! Why would I want to marry him?"
Draco Malfoy had mixed feelings as he ventured into Diagon Alley to buy his school things for his 7th year at Hogwarts School of Magic and Wizardry. At the end of the sixth year when the Dark Lord had been finally vanquished he had been left with only one parent as a result, to everyone's surprise it was not Lucius Malfoy, but his wife who was the guilty part. Lucius Malfoy had evidently been a spy for the side of the Light since his initiation into the Death Eaters, just like one Severus Snape. But that did not deter people from looking at him with distrust in their eyes for everyone knew he had been close to his mother. He felt deeply betrayed to not know who his own mother was. He had decided from the start that he was not going to be a Death Eater; he might be evil but not that evil to follow a half-blood lunatic.
Coming out of his depressing thoughts he hurried to finish his school shopping so that he could get away from all the judgmental stares directed at him. When he reached the last of his destinations he was seriously contemplating foregoing it , the people had started to sneer: that was his thing dammit. He decided to forge ahead the sooner he finished he would not have to return again for a while.
When he saw the quidditch store, he felt a surge of relief, but, as he walked towards the store he became aware that a figure he knew all too well was also heading in the same direction, Harry Bloody Potter.
As the two of them reached the door of the store at the same time, he was suddenly vividly aware that they were surrounded by a crowd of people, who were waiting for one to hex the other. Their fights were legendary after all. But Draco surprised them all including Potter by just brushing past the tall raven haired teen without a backwards glance. Draco was displeased to note on entering the store that Potter had outgrown him.
"Hello, Malfoy." Surprised at who could be speaking to him, he turned around to see Sirius Black, his cousin if he remembered, beside Harry Potter. He reached out and hugged Draco who stiffened with surprise, he was not accustomed to being shown affection by virtual strangers. When he stepped back Draco was assaulted by his shock of black long hair, an appealing aristocratic face and a pair of smiling brown eyes. "How has my dear cousin been?"
Draco felt himself relax. It might not be logical, but he simply couldn't be afraid of a man who reminded him of a hyper-active puppy. " I am very well thank you, just getting some school supplies for the new term," he said, returning his smile.
"Me too." It was Potter who spoke this time, his voice as soft and dark as midnight. 'When did his voice get like that' Draco thought. Draco felt an odd little shock of awareness when he looked at Potter. The words tall, dark and handsome popped into his head, but the old cliché didn't really do him justice. Potter was tall, an inch or two over six feet, 'dammit he's taller than me now', and his hair was dark- a deep brown almost black. But handsome wasn't the right word to describe him. His features were a little too sharply defined his chin too stubborn, his nose too definite, for such a simple word. He was… arresting, Draco decided. The sort of man you'd look at twice if you passed him in the street. Broad shouldered and narrow through the hips, he was Draco's perfect man come to life.
On hearing him speak Draco's smile dropped a bit. Harry was disappointed to see wariness in his eyes. They were very nice eyes-a kind of storm gray, warm and changeable, reflecting his emotions as easily as a mirror, more expressive than they were at school that's for sure.
When he and Sirius had first approached at the door to the store, he'd watched them warily. Not that he could blame him. Te relationship between them wasn't exactly friendly and he had just killed the Dark Lord and Malfoy's mother. Their kind of animosity doesn't just disappear. But as soon as Sirius smiled, he'd started to relax. Harry had seen the reaction before. There was something about Sirius's carefree attitude that put people instantly at ease. "Do you want to join us for lunch?" Sirius offered, and Draco Malfoy, who moments before had watched them with narrow, wary eyes, accepted the offer without a second's hesitation.
As the three of them walked down the street to a restaurant that Sirius knew, Draco became aware of the conspicuous staring that was directed towards them. He was in the middle of Sirius and Potter, and was ridiculously aware of those bright green eyes watching him. Stupid, he thought. As if a guy like potter would notice whether or not he looked uncomfortable with all the attention they were getting. As if he'd notice him at all, he thought wistfully.
Draco had decided after fifth year that he no longer hated Potter, but he didn't know if Potter still hated him so he kept up his habit of baiting him, he liked the reactions he got out of Potter. On coming out of his thoughts he realized that they had reached their destination which turned out to be a Italian restaurant and were heading towards a table.
"Here" Potter pulled out the chair for Draco .The unexpected gesture surprised him into looking at Potter, as did everyone else who were observing their little group. "Sit down," he said smiling.
"Thank you." He replied startled by the breathless sound of his own voice. He didn't normally go all breathy just because an attractive man offered him a little polite assistance. Because this was Potter he couldn't seriously be affected by his presence. He was just surprised that they hadn't started to hex each other as of yet and were talking without fists involved.
"Is something wrong?"
Potter's question, made him realize that he had zoned out on sitting at the table and that the waiter had come to take their orders. He ordered his favorite Chicken Parmigianino then set out to answer Potter's question.
"I was just trying to figure out why you're being so nice to me. We haven't exactly been the best of buddies."
Potter's eyebrows crinkled together in thought. "Well I just thought we could start over that's all."
"Because we're getting too old to beat each other up." He gave a cautious Draco a cautious look. "Don't you think so?"
"Yeah I think you're right. Then we can start by calling each other by first names. What do you think?" Good going, Draco. You've just convinced him you're desperate for friends.
"All right, I'd like that." Harry said and gave him a blinding smile. They then ceased all talking for the time being as their food had arrived.
"So what were you ding in the quidditch store?"
By this time they had finished eating and were having dessert. "I think something's wrong with my broom, I was just looking to see the new arrivals in case I have to replace it."
"If you need a good repair man, I know someone I could give you his number," Harry said.
"Thank you, but I'll let Luke take a look at it first. He's pretty good with repairing brooms."
Luke. A boyfriend? Husband? Harry glanced at Draco's hands. He wasn't wearing a ring, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. These purebloods get married early he ad remembered Hermione telling him that once. He found the thought that Draco might be attached less than appealing, and the reaction caught him off guard. This was Draco Malfoy here, the bane of his existence since he had found out he was a wizard and had come to Hogwarts. The last thing he needed or wanted was any kind of crush on Draco. He had other things on his plate right now; he thought thinking of the marriage problem.