Dark Side

The Wedding

Harry

I had just gone out to find Ron, when I see Draco laughing with Fred and George. I smile, glad everything was going well for Draco so far.

Everything had been set up, with an hour to spare until the guests started arriving. Ron, Draco, and I go to get changed into our robes. After I get dressed, I go downstairs, where Mrs. Weasley hands me polyjuice potion. I drink it, feeling the familiar unpleasant sensation, as if my skin were bubbling. I look in the mirror, and see someone who looked as if he would fit right into the Weasley clan.

Draco could be recognised as well, so he was pretending to be a relative of Fleur's. I watch, along with everyone else in the room, amazed as Draco walks over to stand in front of the mirror, muttering complicated charms under his breath. Slowly, all the features of his face change slightly, a small change, but together makes him unrecognizable, except his eyes were still the same. The same cool grey eyes carrying the same dark intensity unparalleled by anyone else.

Mrs. Weasley comes over. "Harry, Draco? Good, well, you're disguised now, so go help the guests to their seats." She orders, growing more and more frantic now the wedding was about to start.

Soon, all the seats were filled, so Draco and I go over to our seats, but Ron and Hermione weren't there yet. Five minutes before the ceremony was supposed to start, I was starting to get worried, when Ron and Hermione appeared, rushing over to their seats. Hermione was blushing slightly, and Ron was hurrying to straighten his tie.

"What were you up to? Hmmm?" I ask Ron, wiggling my eyebrows at him.

Ron grumbles, ears going as red as his hair. "You know what I was doing, idiot."

I laugh, "You could be a bit less obvious about it."

"Shut up." He mumbles in response, trying not to smile.

Draco

I raise an eyebrow at Hermione as she sits down, eyeing her as she straightens out her dress. "You're late. Do you have a good reason?" I question, already knowing the answer.

"I had a great reason to be late." She smirks.

"Ms. Granger!" I say, pretending to be scandalized.

"I should make a habit of being late more often." She says thoughtfully.

"I was right." I say smugly.

She smirks again, and we both turn to the front as the ceremony starts.

Harry

After the ceremony, someone conjured a dance floor, and everyone was milling around, dancing, chatting and drinking. I wade through the crowd, grabbing a drink, saying a few hellos to people, pretending to be interested in their conversation. I finally spot Draco, off to the side, chatting with one of Fleur's relatives. When he sees me, he politely detaches himself from her obvious flirting, and walks over to join me, snatching a drink from a passing waiter.

"I didn't know you spoke French." I say.

"My mother forced me to take lessons." He says sourly, taking a swig of his drink.

I nod, seeing that Draco didn't want to talk about his family. There's silence for a moment as Draco downs the rest of his drink. "All this small talk is getting to me, do they have anything stronger than these tiny frilly glasses?"

"I think we can find some." I say, leading Draco across the lawn to the bar.

There is no bartender, so Draco walks behind it, and finds what he's looking for immediately. He pulls out a tall bottle and two shot glasses from behind the counter.