#troublesomemix

Draco truly wanted to be different. Do things differently, change the way people reacted to the Malfoy name. But for all of it he needed money. His father unexpected passing had helped his mother and he to gain sympathy from the purebloods, having turned at the end of war had helped with the muggleborns and even Potter had helped with that.

Putting the foundation together was the least he could do. He was actually proud of it; he was the first thing he was truly proud of. He had also started darkening his hair, wearing muggle tailored suits (they had wonderful tailors the muggles) and had somewhat reached a level of camaraderie with Potter he found almost a little disturbing at times, as if tehy could've been friends if only they would've done things differently.

His job helped too. But if he wanted to keep the foundation and the manor he had to marry, secure the malfoy money before his birthday by ways of acquiring a wife. A witch wife of course, pureblood preferably (not that he had a thing for muggleborns or even muggles in his adult years, his mother could never find out about that particular proclivity of his).

Astoria was married now. There was Pansy, his best friend who would do anything for him. That was going to work, it was a marriage of convenience and could be sold as 'friends who realized that had feelings'.

Unfortunately, Pansy had just backed out because she had fallen in llove, the little shit. And now he was wifeless ten days from his birthday. He could live with what he made from work, he could even support his mother but the Foundation wouldn't survive without it.

And speaking of the foundation, the muggleborn of all muggleborns had made an appointment with him. She wanted money of course, everyone wanted money from him what else could she possibly want from him? Certainly not his friendship or anything remotely in that vicinity.

He was not at his finest head wise when she was eacorted inside his office. She looked great, in a naughty librarian way (the muggle movie the mummy had done things to him when he was a young boy and he was still not over it it seemed).

It was simple, really. smiling in front of the camera's, making sure that her ring was on show every time a flash went off. regardless of her personal grievances, their personal grievances at least, she could act the part. partially to fulfill their deal, mainly because gabriel doubted her ability. it was wonderful what one could achieve out of spite. she needed a little more help if she was going to get through the night without knocking her fiance out or yelling at him in public. though it sounded good, it would only make things worse. spotting a waiter, she grabbed two glasses off his platter. it didn't pass her that she might need both, but it wouldn't look good. for either of them. going back to him, she handed a flute to gabriel, before hooking her arm around his. "now we socialize, i suppose."

All eyes were on her all day, it was only right ( about damn time ) that it was only his eyes now. The stare was heated, and Gabriel would not tear his eyes away. He had been staring all day at his new wife in all her splendor. But even so, he had been holding back. Knowing damn well, that if he reflected some of his thoughts onto his face it was sure to be picked up. His sister Charlotte would actually be the first to notice. Gabriel had no doubts of that. His mother would no doubt pick out something to ask him to reel in. It was a royal wedding after all, there were still expectations to uphold. And the last thing he needed was for someone in the audience to make assumptions about what was going on in his brain. They probably wouldn’t be that far off, but Gabriel still didn’t want them to know. All of a sudden, the feelings he used not to care about putting on display seemed overly private, and he wanted to keep them that way. At least for tonight. On a night when it was just about the two of them. By now his pupils were widely blown, and his chest and inhaled a little sharply. Give him something to pace himself a little bit, he started to remove his tie. A slow movement that he could do without watching, which was good, because he still refused to stop looking at Dany. “ I’ve shared you all day. No more for today. ” It was their wedding night after all.

The day could not have gone any better, from the ceremony, traditional dances, food, announcements, every single moment was beyond perfect. There was barely a moment that the two of them were alone and when it was after a few minutes they were interrupted by all their friends or some celebrity they knew and a dozen photos being taken.