An Indefinite Amount of Forever (A Harry Potter Fanfiction--Dramione)

Never Again Without You

"Goddammit, Blaise, I will slit your throat if you don't pull your shirt down. This is a nice fucking place," Draco drawled.

Blaise, who had been showing off his newest scratch marks, courtesy of Luna Lovegood, snickered. "But I didn't even get to the best part yet."

"Don't. Bloody don't. Didn't I tell you I don't want details? For fuck's sake, Blaise, have a little respect for the woman you're shagging."

"Fine." Blaise sat demurely back in his seat and sipped his coffee. "Two words."

"Don't," Draco warned, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

Blaise narrowed his own eyes in response. Neither blinked. Anyone looking on would have seen a showdown between two inscrutable cobras, each daring the other to strike first.

Something in Blaise's eyes shifted and the slightest whisper of a muscle in his lips quirked into the subtlest smirk ever to grace the face of a Slytherin. "Sex swing."

Draco growled at his friend, who was cackling in amusement over Draco's discomfort. "Eat a dick, Zabini."

"Merlin, you're in a mood. What's the matter? Penhaligon's warehouse blow up or something, you poncy fucker?"

Draco scowled. "Eat a bag of dicks, Zabini."

Blaise amusedly ignored his friend's quip. "Granger got a sore throat this week?"

"Charming. Fuck off, eat a mountain of dicks, and by all means, continue to talk about my fiancée like that. It's been far too long since I've kicked an arse."

"Tetchy," Blaise murmured, tucking into his cappuccino. He grimaced at the not-quite-dense-enough consistency of the foam, "Why is it so bloody difficult to get a decent coffee in this country?"

"Next time, you pick the place, then," Draco said, making quite a show of snapping open his copy of The Daily Prophet.

"Are you on the damn rag, mate? What is your problem?"

Draco sighed. "Sorry. It's just that I had hoped Hermione would have set a date for the wedding by now, but every time I bring it up she jumps down my throat."

"A match made in heaven, I see. Do you think she's stalling?"

Draco glowered at his friend. "Why would she do that?"

Blaise shrugged. "Granger doesn't really strike me as the stars-in-her-eyes, been-planning-this-since-she-was-in-nappies kind of girl."

"She's not. That's why we have a wedding planner, which she finally settled on, by the way. I took care of the vetting process for her, narrowed it down to three. All she had to do was pick one, and it took her bloody ages. These things have to be taken care of quickly. Otherwise, beggars can't be choosers, you know."

"I have no idea. Never been married myself. Wouldn't have the slightest insight into this world."

"You sound just like her."

Blaise sneered, "I'm going to decide to take that as a compliment, coming from you. And seriously, mate, you know the woman has a fucking job, right? A bloody stressful one that takes up a great deal of her time? She's got other things on her mind, so this process will probably take longer than you remember. Why are you in such a rush, anyway?"

Draco sighed. "I wouldn't say I'm in a rush, per se. I just get the feeling lately like this isn't a priority for her. I want her to enjoy it. I've tried to make things easy."

"So why don't you pick a date, then?"

"Because I'd pick the closest date possible, and Hermione seems to be on a slightly different time frame than I am."