Uncomfortable Truths - - (Drarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Sixty-Nine - Time to Take Your Medicine

Draco and Harry set an alarm for 1:00 in the morning, it wasn't the wedding night of their dreams but the eight-hour time difference between Nevada and Scotland made it necessary. Sleep would be their reward for getting through the rest of this day. They could have slept, but it was their wedding night, so yeah, they'll sleep later.

They insisted Ron and Blaise pack after they came back from dinner. Both of their friends made speeches, bought drinks, and made the dinner all about the happy couple.

It made up for that fucking wedding Blaise orchestrated. Draco was never going to forgive him for that. Never! Harry liked it, and he guessed that it was forgivable if only for that reason, not that Blaise would ever know. It was memorable, if nothing else. He ran his finger over his ring, his wedding band, before moving up to run his finger over the tattoo on his wrist. Every time he did, the word, not the word, the name, no Harry sparkled. Wizard's tattoos were amazing. He loved this one, it almost made up for that travesty on his ribs. It's weird having this tattoo on his wrist with the fading dark mark just inches above it. For the first time in years, looking at his left arm doesn't cause him shame.

How he wanted to hate Ron for the one on his ribs, but it could have been worse. Draco chuckles as he remembers Ron's reaction to his own tattoo.

"You're in a good mood." Harry wraps his arms around him, "Are you ready?"

"I don't want to go back." Draco kisses his head, "We deserve a honeymoon."

"I don't want to go back either, but we have to. This feels like a dream to me; you feel like a dream to me sometimes." Harry smiles looking in his eyes, "We'll plan a honeymoon. After school, after all your restrictions are lifted, after we get Kyle settled somewhere safe; we'll have the best honeymoon."

"Promise?"

"Anything for you Malfoy. Anywhere you want to go."

Draco sighs, letting go of Harry, looking down at his watch, "We really do have to leave." He pulls out his mobile phone, dialing Blaise. He nods his head to Harry who does the same, calling Ron.

A half hour later, a very happy Ron and a very drunk Blaise meet them in the lobby. An hour after that, they step out of the floo in the Ministry of Magic in London. Forty-five minutes later they apparate to Hogsmeade. They should be able to reach the school by lunch.

Draco and Ron have to help Blaise through the fresh snow to the school. Traveling over ten hours did not sober him up, since it was only a bit over two hours in reality. Having a flask that he drank from didn't help his situation. At least Blaise is a happy drunk. He kept trying to dance with Draco until his glare sent him to Ron. He's humming a song that only Blaise could understand. Ron considers just knocking him out but doesn't want to have to carry him into Hogwarts.

Outside the front door, Pansy Parkinson is waiting. Pansy with a very red, very ruffled, very harassed looking Ravenclaw fourth year in her very tight grip.

"Fuck." Draco stops Harry, pulling his wand he casts a disillusionment charm on their rings and wrists. He spins on Pansy, "You have no right, release him now." Draco snaps as he nears the two.

"I have no right? I have no right?" Pansy lets Kyle go, "Listen here Draco Malfoy, you do not get to tell me that I have no right to anything ever again. You selfish, stupid, inconsiderate... do you have any idea what I've been going through? Have you any idea at all what I thought when you just disappeared, shortly after your father was released? Do you have any idea the dark places my mind went when no one knew where you were; when no one knew where Blaise was, where Harry and Ronald were? The last anyone seen, you four imbeciles were heading to Hogsmeade Friday night. Do you know how worried I was, how worried Daphne and Millie were. How worried Greg and Ernie were? Dean and Seamus and Neville? Have you any concept at all what all of our year went through. The sappy Hufflepuffs? Even the stoic and steady Ravenclaws? You think that because you're Draco Malfoy no one cares about you? And you!" She glares at Blaise who tries to take a step back but is still being supported by Ron, "I expect Draco to act like the entitled twat that he is, but you Blaise, I expect better. We have been through so much together; when Draco, Greg and Vince were... we only had each other..."