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“I should’ve said it before—before it was too late. And I’m sorry, Harry, but it’s the truth, and I’m trying to stick to it these days, so...”

He wore a perfectly tailored morning suit, and he smiled, pale.

“It’s...it’s your wedding day, Draco.”

“Am I too late?”

“No.”

Inspired by @drarrymicrofic’s prompt ‘Luna'

Draco: *Hiding beneath a large black cloak * Bond, Shag, Crucio: Weaselette, Granger, Draco Malfoy .

Crowd: *Gasp *

Draco: *wind blows a blonde wisp from under the cloak *

Harry: Malfoy? Is that you?

Draco: no.

Harry: convincing.

Draco: *ruffling of cloak * are you going to answer, or not?

Harry: * leans back in chair*

Harry: *smiles * why not? I’d shag Gin, because we always have a good time.

Draco: *scoff *

Harry: I’d bond with Hermione because, honest, anyone would be so lucky. So by default I’d have to –

Draco: CRUCIO DRACO MALFOY. We get it.

Harry: Of course. I don’t mean to be rude, Not-Draco-Malfoy, but that was a pretty obvious question given that Ginny and Hermione are two of my favorite people in this world and would never put them in harm’s way.   Now…if you asked ‘who would you most like to bond, shag, Crucio;’ I would be obliged to answer Draco Malfoy for all three. *satisfied smile *

Crowd: *murmur * that’s the most he’s said all day *murmur *

Draco: *removes hood of cloak * In your dreams.

Harry: and my nightmares.

Draco: *walks away laughing *

Overwhelmed by the aftermath of the war he never asked for, Harry has left England and fled to America. In his confused and frantic state, he runs into Draco Malfoy (literally) in the most unlikely of places.

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Updated with chapter three, and chapter four is in the works! I’m having a really fun time writing this fic :) Thanks for reading!