"A vacation? Now? Father, summer holiday starts in less than a month. Can't we wait?" Draco asked his father over the telephone one evening.

"Draco, don't be ridiculous. This is a much-needed vacation, and it is vital that you and Harry attend it." Lucius stated sternly.

Draco's eyes widened then, and he scoffed bitterly. "Of course Potter's involved."

"Yes, he is. He's always involved! He's your intended, after all. Draco, lately the two of you have been acting very strange, and James and I are scared for the sake of your engagement. You turn eighteen in less than a month, and Harry a month, practically two later than that. Upon his birthday, you two will be engaged in the weeks following." Lucius claimed, voice demanding.

"Why am I the one that has to ask him anyways?" Draco whined, and his father huffed an agitated breath.

"Because you are older, and I was the one who originally came up with the idea of you and Harry becoming betrothed years before you were even born." The older blond man explained.

"Yes, but have you seen Potter? He's a beast in footie, and agile in badminton. Clearly, he'll wind up being the dominant one in our marriage." Draco spat.

"He is Harry, not Potter, son. You cannot refer to your betrothed by their last name. It is improper, and disrespectful."

"And who says I have any respect for Harry Potter?"

"If I say you do, you do. My word is final, Draco, for as long as you live under my roof." Lucius' voice seemed to grow more powerful, and Draco sighed, figuring he would get nowhere with this man.

"Fine, and that ought to be the only good thing I'll get out of getting married: away from you, Papa, and your ridiculous rules."

"No wonder you'd be the submissive one, Draco. All you do is whine like a bitch." And with that, his father hung up.

The blond boy threw his phone to the other side of his bed and huffed out an angry breath. His roommate, Blaise, stared at him pitifully.

"Dad trouble?"

"Always." Draco sighed, leaning back against his pillow.

"I'm lucky in that factor, to have gotten two mums I mean." Blaise explained, setting down the history text he'd been reading from.

"Having two dads suck. They're so stern, and full of rules, and my god I feel suffocated under that roof." Draco complained, to which Blaise smirked.

"Mums can be the same way. It's just part of parenthood. Some day, you and your fiancé or whatever are gonna be like that." The dark-haired boy shrugged his shoulders.

"I regret ever telling you about my relationship status."

"I regret ever thinking it'd be a good idea to be your roommate." Blaise shot back.

"Touché. Regardless, I know someday I'll have to marry Potter. I just wish that someday wasn't coming so soon." Draco breathed, burrowing further into his bed.

"Am I going to be part of your wedding party?"

"Why ever would you want that?" The blond asked his friend. From the position that Draco could see him, his dark skin appeared darker. He seemed to blend in with the shadows very well when the lights fell dim in their dorm room.

"Because I am your self-proclaimed best friend, Malfoy, and I wanna be a part of your wedding. It's every man's dream to see their best friend get married." Blaise explained.

"You're such a sap, Zabini. I swear it's a side effect of having two mums. No thank you." Draco waved his hand dismissively before turning onto his side, facing his nightstand where a framed photograph of he and Harry Potter as eleven year olds sat.

It was the day that Lucius and James had announced that those two boys would some day be getting married, and Harry had had the biggest smile on his face as he reached forward and pulled Draco into a hug. At that time, he was only a scrawny boy. Now, Draco wondered if he would be crushed if Harry were to hug him. Not that he wanted that, that is.

"You're just jealous because I have two women whilst you're not even allowed one." Blaise stated, a smirk on his face as he'd known he'd struck gold then.

Draco turned sharply and glared at his roommate.

"How in the bloody hell did you find out about that? It's forbidden! It's wrong! Heterosexuality is wrong!" Draco exclaimed, fear and anger mixing in his gray eyes.

"Hey, you're the one with a magazine intended for lesbians under your bed." Blaise claimed, and Draco feared he'd pop a blood vessel.

"Stay out from under my bed! Why were you under my bed?" He fretted.

"Calm down, Malfoy. I'm not gonna tell Headmistress." Blaise assured him, and he felt his heart rate slow down again.

"I'm more worried about Papa. In case you forgot, he's kind of our Chemistry teacher!" Draco explained, and Blaise nodded his head.

"I understand. I'm sorry. I'll just- goodnight." The dark-haired boy turned off the light but Draco remained seated, nervous. Suddenly, he wished for this vacation to come sooner. If somehow the school found out about the magazine, he would be truly screwed.