Muggles ✧ Drarry

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ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 5.3ᴋ
ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ: ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ 21sᴛ, 2022
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Draco returned to work a month later. He was able to use it as a distraction from Potter, who had refused to show his face since the morning after he had saved Narcissa's life. At least to Draco, that is.

Potter had been promoted to Head Auror in a large celebration, which, inevitably resulted in headlines being made and innumerable interviews asking surface-level questions about his plans, both personally and professionally. Potter's face had been on the cover of every issue of every paper, had been displayed as "A Hero Renewed" and about two dozen other names of similar tone.

Harry Potter, who had managed to stray from the spotlight for so long, was now front and centre in the minds of most people. Draco wondered if that was exactly where he wanted to be. If that was where he belonged.

That didn't matter right now, however, because it was the day of Blaise's wedding and Draco had better things to focus on.

He stood in a small dressing room with Pansy while they awaited Blaise's arrival. As his best witch and wizard, it was their job to make sure that he was prepared for the ceremony and that he had everything that he needed sorted out before he made his way to the aisle.

"I wonder if he'll walk through the door," Pansy mused. She was wearing a deep green dress, one that looked like a forest. It was floor length, and had long sleeves that ran all the way to her wrists. On it, a playful stitched snake slithered its way around her waist.

"What do you mean?" Draco asked, voice carrying above the thunder. It was raining, and they had known that it would. Blaise had insisted on rain being at his outdoor wedding ceremony, saying it was "the universe's best and most honest gift".

"Blaise," she murmured. "He's always had an eye for the more...peculiar entrances."

Draco realised, with horror, that she was right. "You don't think he's planning on doing something weird for the ceremony, do you?"

Pansy smiled wistfully. "I might be a bit disappointed if he doesn't."

At that, Blaise entered, through the window.

"Howdy!" he exclaimed, jumping into the room, soaking wet. He tipped an invisible hat to Pansy and Draco respectively.

"Howdy?" Pansy asked, slight disgust in her voice. "Since when do you say howdy?"

Blaise shrugged, looking to the mannequin that was wearing his tuxedo. "This looks smashing, Pans," he smiled, nodding over to the now exasperated witch. "You've outdone yourself!" The tuxedo was shiny and silver, lined with black satin. It had a snake not unlike Pansy's around one of the wrists, where it slithered around slowly. Blaise tapped its stitched head affectionately. "And we get to keep the snakes?" He asked.

"Yes," Pansy grinned pridefully. "They'll be able to survive on the outfits for as long as you'd like. Although they'll be mostly dormant after today unless you wear it again."

Draco looked down at his own deep grey suit, which had a snake going around the collar. "How pleasant," he mused.

"Yes," Blaise agreed.

Pansy cleared her throat, redirecting her attention to Blaise. "I'm glad that we all know about the snakes, but, Blaise, you're soaking wet! And where were you?"