Draco and Harry parted ways at the train station, so Harry could have time to tell the Dursleys that Draco would be staying with them before Draco met them. Draco was going to arrive at Privet Drive a few hours after Harry and his relatives.

Draco nodded to the House Elf who had brought the carriage, disguised as a stretch limousine, to King’s Cross. “I trust the horses know where to go?” he asked as he opened the door to the carriage.

“Yes, Master Draco. They is taking you there.”

Draco nodded and sat back against the plush seats as the horses made their way through the busy streets of London.

When the horses stopped an hour later, Draco was outside a run-down shop on the outskirts of London. But he knew this was only part of a facade to keep the muggles away. They wouldn’t have enough to pay for anything inside this shop anyway.

Inside, the shop became one of the most beautiful places Draco had ever seen. This was Kutterman’s, a specialty shop that sold jewelry of a quality so perfect they were peerless. For generations, the family who had owned the shop had created one of a kind masterpieces for the Malfoy wedding rings. And Draco was not one to break tradition.

“Ah, Mister Malfoy. It is good to see you. You look just like your father.” The man behind the counter was old, with gray hair that was slowly turning white, whose pleasant features had lit up with a smile as Draco entered.

“Did you get my letter?”

“Yes, Mister Malfoy. The rings are finished, but we’re still putting the spell work on them. You can see them if you want.”

“I would like to.”

He followed the man into the back of the shop where the two rings sat on a work table of ivory.

They did not match, because in order for the spell work to bind the ring to its ownerpletely, the ring had to be unique, as its owner was. Both rings were bands of diamond, with the date of the wedding and the Malfoy crest, engraved in minute detail in platinum on the inside of the band. And that is where the similarities stopped. Draco’s ring was centered with an obsidian gem surrounded by amethysts and sapphires, all set in platinum settings on the diamond band. Harry’s ring was centered with an emerald in between two rubies and four small opals, set also in platinum settings.

When finished, they would be spelled to fit the owner perfectly, to adjust as needed in order to slide on and off the ring finger of the owner as wished. They would also be spelled with multiple protection spells, which are what took the most time to set, as one needed to spelled on top of the other.

“They will be ready on the day of your wedding as promised,” the old man promised.

“That will be perfect,” Draco replied.

Harry endured apletely silent car ride back to Privet Drive. His uncle was fuming, he could tell. He’d explained that another student from Hogwarts was going to be staying with him that summer, and his uncle had gonepletely silent. This was the calm before the storm, he could just tell.

And he was right. The minute Vernon was inside his own home, with Aunt Petunia and Dudley as his attentive audience, he exploded in anger. He yelled about the nerve of some people who took advantage of the goodness of others, and how he allowed one freak in his house and that was enough. In the midst of this, Harry noticed Dudley was looking at him strangely, or rather, looking at his right hand.

“What’s that on his finger?” Dudley asked abruptly and both of his parents turned to look at Harry’s hands.

“Why are you wearing—”

“I’m engaged,” Harry said quietly.

Vernon was rapidly turning colors as he looked at the band of gold, and he was about to speak when the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” Harry said quickly.

“No you will not, boy!” Vernon yelled, pushing Harry out of the way as he headed for the door. Harry rubbed his shoulder where it had hit the wall as he followed his uncle, aunt, and cousin to the door.

A man in a three-piece muggle suit stood at the door with a slightly hidden look of distain on his face.

“Is this the house of a Mister Harry Potter?” he asked.

Harry watched his aunt and uncle exchange looks before looking back at him.

“No Harry Potter lives here,” Vernon stated gruffly.

The man raised an eyebrow, looked past the Dursleys to Harry and then replied, “I shall tell Lord Malfoy this is the house.”

He turned and walked down the driveway to where a stretch limousine was waiting on the curb. He opened the door and Harry watched as Draco, dressed in full wizarding robes, stepped out and made his way up to the house.

Harry couldn’t help grinning as Draco appeared as if he was looking down at his aunt and uncle even though they were taller than he was. “You are Mr. and Mrs. Dursley?” He drawled.

“Yes.”

“Draco Malfoy. Your nephew’s fiancé.”

Draco swept past the Dursleys as if they weren’t standing in the doorway and looked around the foyer with disgust.

“You will leave at once!” Vernon had found his voice again. “I will not tolerate any of your kind in my house!”

Draco turned on his heel to face Harry’s uncle. “If you think for one moment that I will derive any pleasure from living in this hovel, you are gravely mistaken. And I do not care what you will or will not tolerate. In fact, it is you who should care what I will or will not tolerate.”

Vernon sputtered, realizing that they were attracting the attention of the neighbors and slammed the door closed.

“If you are still a student at that school, then you cannot do magic—”

“I cannot do magic?” Draco echoed, as if in disbelief.

“And I will not tolerate any of your strangeness in my house!”

Harry wondered if his uncle was referring to Draco being a wizard or Draco being his fiancé, and then decided that his uncle was probably referring to both.

“And here is where our viewpoints differ,” Draco drawled. “You seem to be acting under the idea that I am a wizard, a student at Hogwarts.” Draco emphasized the name deliberately as the Dursleys flinched. “I am no wizard. In fact—” There was the sound of fabric ripping and Draco’s wings extended outward from his back in an upward cascade of sharp black feathers. “—I am not even human. And I assure you…” Draco’s head tilted in Dudley’s direction. Something shifted in the air and Dudley found himself suddenly thrown into the wall by an invisible force. “I can very easily do magic.”

The Dursleys didn’t adjust to Draco and Draco refused to adjust to their standards. Afterplaining that Harry’s bed was the worst piece of furniture he’d ever seen, Draco summoned a small army of House Elves topletely redo Harry’s bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, and any othermon rooms that “this poor excuse for a house” might have. This then started a shouting match between Uncle Vernon and Draco about where the original furniture had gone.

Vernon said that Draco had stolen it, and Draco replied that he wouldn’t touch the furniture in this house if his life depended upon it, and that the muggle would find his furniture back in their places once Draco left.

Draco had also turned part of the living room into a potions laboratory which Harry’s Aunt Petunia couldn’t stand. The smell was dreadful, she said and insisted that Draco get rid of it immediately. To which Draco calmly replied, “Make me, you pathetic excuse for a muggle.”

Dudley learned very quickly to avoid Draco at all costs. Once he made the mistake of calling Draco a “fag” and, once Harry explained what it meant and that it was an insult, Draco had sealed his mouth shut and locked Dudley in his bedroom for three days.

Yes, when Draco and Harry finally left, the Dursleys were very happy to be rid of them and did not bother to hide it.

Harry woke to an empty bed the day of the wedding, and a House Elf nervously stammering, “Master Harry sir.. the-ere’s guests here, sir.”

“Who are they…Lilty?” Harry muttered as he slid out of the cocoon of bed sheets he found himself in.

“A Mr. Ronald Weasley and a Miss Hermione Granger, Master Harry sir.”

Harry nodded. “Let them in and tell them I’ll be down in a minute.”

Hermione was appalled when Harry appeared in pajamas. “Harry! It’s nearly noon!”

“I know, Hermione. I slept in.” Harry thanked the House Elf that brought him breakfast. “Do you want anything?”

“No,” Hermione answered for both Ron and herself. “You have to get dressed, Harry! Guests will start to arrive in three hours!”

“Lupin and Snape should be here any minute,” Ron added, swiping a muffin off the tray that had been brought to Harry.

“Fine, fine, I’m going!” Harry shook his head helplessly as he headed back to Draco and his bedroom to change.

Hermione and Ron looked around the house while they waited for their friend.

“The House Elves have outdone themselves,” Ron grudgingly admitted. “It doesn’t look half bad.”

“It looks eous, Ron,” Hermione corrected him. And indeed it did.

The entire first floor and stairway had been decorated in white and platinum. The marble and wooden floors shone with equal sparkle, as if just cleaned. Garlands of fresh white roses hung from the moldings and around the banisters. The flowers in the garden that lead to the double doors of the Manor were in perfect condition and in full bloom. White petals had been sprinkled on the walkway and across the close lawns, and a bouquet of white orchids sat primly on every windowsill.

“Your husband has very good taste, Mr. Malfoy.” Kutterman nodded at Draco’s robes. “Here are the rings. I wish you many happy years, Mr. Malfoy.”

“Thank you.”

Snape and Lupin arrived at around the same time, with Draco following shortly after. Snape and Draco then disappeared into what had been Lucius’s study and was now Draco’s, as Lupin, Hermione, and Ron, stayed with Harry.

Snape looked at the rings for a moment before handing them back to Draco. “They’re lovely. They’ll do both of you justice. And the spell work is immaculate.”

“Good.”

“Are you nervous?”

“Why should I be?”

“You have the Weasley twinsing to your ceremony. They’ll probably try to jinx the doors shut.”

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