arranged love // drarry

nineteen

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"Relax, love." Harry whispered in his ear and held his hand, "What are you so tense about, hm?" 

Draco lifted his head, "N-Nothing." He said. God, since when did he become one of those people who stutter every moment, he hated the way he was acting today.

"Are you sure?" Harry gripped his chin, examining his face carefully, "You seem tense,"

Draco nodded, "Just nervous." It wasn't exactly a lie. He was nervous, terrified even. He didn't know what to do anymore. 

Harry smiled softly at him, "Oh sweetheart, there's nothing to be nervous about. We're all family here. You'll be fine," He squeezed his hand. Draco gave him a bright smile and nodded, hoping that Harry would stop worrying about him.

It worked as Harry smiled back, kissing his temple and pulling him towards the stage for the photo shoot that was about to start. Harry pulled Draco flush next to him and smiled for the camera. Draco mustered a shy smile too.

The flash of the camera was enough to blind both of them but when Harry pressed his lips against cheek, he felt heat crawl up his neck and his smile lifted. They clicked photos for some time, with the rest of the family joining them one by one.

Pansy pushed Harry out of the frame and posed with Draco, kissing his cheek. Harry watched with a fond smile.

It was about one hour later when the actual ceremony started. Harry had told him that usually at least a hundred people were present in engagement ceremonies but since they decided to keep it intimate for the time being, only close family was present. Although, for the wedding it would be a completely different story. 

"Show me the ring you got for him," Pansy whispered just before the ceremony started. Draco frowned at her, "You can see it later, Pansy." 

She pouted as Draco walked towards Harry, cheeks burning at the loving gaze Harry gave him.

"Hi," Harry smiled, "you look beautiful." Draco blinked in surprise, "Thank you." He grinned, "You don't look too bad yourself." Harry chuckled. 

Now that was definitely the understatement of the century. Harry looked absolutely delicious in his sherwani. The blue cloth with small, intricate designs which spread over the entire sapphire color neatly, clung onto him snugly, stretching over his broad chest and cupping his bulging biceps. The dupatta was draped casually around his neck, one side aligning against his torso. He held that lazy, adoring smile on his face whenever he gazed at Draco, making his knees weak. And the cherry on cake was the small black stud he had in his left ear that Draco had never seen before.

On being questioned about said piercing, Harry had merely smirked and half-shrugged at Draco's flustered state. Harry was definitely the best dressed among the others who were dressed in different shades of lehengas and sarees and sherwanis.

Draco himself felt underdressed in front of him despite wearing a black sherwani with sequin designs at the front. His dupatta was wrapped around his neck and he wore a few of his family rings to go with it. 

Draco clasped the ring box firmly in his palm and shook all the feelings of being downright flustered when he was supposed to be having a bloody engagement ceremony with Harry. 

He really couldn't believe that he was getting married to a man he knew for a little time but he cared for him, more than he had imagined he would. 

Harry ignited a sort of fire in his heart. And the fire was growing, kindled by the love Harry showered on him. The warm lick of fire soothed his aching soul, pushing away any loneliness that had bloomed in his chest.