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Does Money Buy Love?	By : Abremaline Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 7125 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N:
Writing this was mostly just a bit of fun for me.
So don�t take any of it too seriously. ;)

Disclaimer:
Based on characters and situations created by J.K. Rowling. Also, all characters are portrayed at being over 18 years of age, (age of legality)

Title: Does Money Buy Love?

Author:
Abremaline

Pairing:
Harry/Draco

Rating:
R (for references
and later chapters)

Summary:
A little bit of stupidity. An argument
taken to extremes, �So what? I should marry you then?�
and some inventive new uses for body chocolate.

Does
Money Buy Love?

�Love
if you must. But marry well.�

Both of Draco Malfoy�s parents had drilled
this logic into him for as long as he could remember. In fact
they had inscribed the saying in Latin upon his bed head so that he shouldn�t
forget it. The words had also flashed across every towel he ever owned growing
up, that and �If you don�t marry, you don�t inherit.� It was
this conditioning that had taken hold of him just now as he watched
Harry Potter nervously deciding on a ring for his lover. A man almost totally
devoid of magical or political power and who had less money
than a Weasley, not to mention a greater penchant for spending it.

�You can�t be serious Potter. Marrying a Hufflepuff? You�ll be broke within the month.�

�Money can�t buy you everything Malfoy.
Certainly not love.�

�But you can�t very well love without it,
can you?� Draco sneered at the other man. If he were honest with himself (and
he usually was, though rarely with others) he would say he felt slightly
disappointed, Potter was now the only person left in the wizarding world with
influence and money akin to his own. The thought that the other might lose all
that and leave Draco alone (and without his inheritance) was abhorrent to him.
Potter was fast becoming his last option for a good marriage, if he married
this Hufflepuff and became poor, Draco feared he may
have to marry Pansy and breed pug-faced Malfoy�s. Continuing the insanity of
his genetics had never figured highly in his plans.

Potter was nothing if not stubborn though
and he looked at Draco as if he bore the intelligence of a Flobberworm. �Malfoy, surely even you can understand
that marriage is about love. It has nothing to do with money.�

Draco threw his voice in an interpretation
of Potter�s �Potter, surely even you can understand that if you are fighting
over how to pay for your next meal than love will not survive for long. It is
smarter to marry for money and power - you will learn to love with time.�

Potter was clenching his teeth, clearly
beginning to get pissed off. �So what? I should marry
you then?�

�Not a bad idea.� Draco replied casually.

Draco watched amused as Potter spluttered,
then became pissed off, before eventually settling on a look that seemed to
say, �Right. Fine, I�ll show you.� �You know what Malfoy? I will. I will marry
you and show you just how long a marriage can live without love.� He turned to
the jeweller, �A ring for him instead actually. Thank-you.�

Draco couldn�t
help but feel a little nervous at that. It had been just a little too easy. Also, the ring that Potter had chosen was rather ugly.
Still, this had to be better than �continuing the line.�

***

�You can�t be serious Harry! Marrying Malfoy just to prove a point! This is taking it all
just a little too far, you must see that.�

�I�m going through with it Hermione.� Harry
returned in grim determination as he struggled with the formal robes he was to
wear.

�You�ve lost your boyfriend over this.�

�He�ll come round.�

�What are you going to do about
consummating this marriage? Have you thought of that?�

�It�s only a sham marriage to prove a point
Hermione. There will be no consummating. Unless he�s right of course and we do
fall in love.� Harry smirked to himself as Hermione�s face took on a �sick�
look.

A voice sounded its way through the door
telling them that the ceremony was to start and that Harry should take his
place beside Malfoy in front of the parson.

The ceremony had been fairly
basic, if overly long. And at least Malfoy
seemed to agree with Harry on something. During one of the many bible readings
Harry had heard Malfoy mutter to himself, �I
had been unaware Binns had progeny.� They both
had to be poked in the arm by their best men when it came time for the �I do�s�
because they had stopped listening.

Harry was almost relieved to be sitting
next to Malfoy at the reception, just for the simple joy of
no longer having to stand. The running joke of the guests seemed to be
their sex life and the two were now the proud owners of about 5,000 jars of
�Never Emptying Body Chocolate.� The joke had not been particularly funny to
begin with and after a half an hour Malfoy had simply
asked if anyone had gotten them anything else, �Anything at all.� Fred and
George Weasley were the only ones to speak up, their gift being cherries. Also not overly funny in Harry�s opinion either, although Malfoy
seemed to appreciate them on the basis that there should be something to garnish
all the chocolate with.

A spell was cast to unwrap all the other
gifts simultaneously, of those left only one gift (which no one would admit to
being the buyer of.) was not more �Never Emptying Body Chocolate� or
�Pleasurably Exploding Cherries.� This gift was a matching set of bending
dildos, each inscribed with their names and their wedding date.

�Finally something
useful.� Had been Malfoy�s
succinct opinion of this. Secretly Harry found himself agreeing to this
opinion, not that he would share this fact with anyone else. Except maybe to
thank Hermione later, whom he knew, had to have been the sender of those.

It was late when they arrived at the house
they were to live in. Each had refused to live at the other�s house, so a new
residence had been decided on, this having been chosen
for them by a complete stranger who had overheard their fighting about it. A
decision they were both quickly regretting as they stood in their Red and Green
themed lounge room. �It looks like a goddamn toffee apple!� Malfoy had shouted
as they entered, before sneering over in Harry�s direction, �She must share
your sense of colour coordination Potter.�

�More probably she wanted revenge on you
for something Malfoy. Set her cat on fire as a child did you?�

The bedrooms were worse. They had been decorated to match, each a neon shade of pink with
paintings of naked women on the ceilings. As they had entered each room in
turn, the paintings had attempted to entice them. Trying to convince the
paintings that they were gay and therefore not interested (even if the women
had been real, which they were not) proved a fruitless effort and the two men
had spent the rest of the evening arguing over who got
to sleep on the green couch. By the time the sun had risen, the couch had been magically altered to an enormous size and had a
brick barrier in the centre of it.

***

Draco lay staring
at the red ceiling, awake but not yet willing to move. The wedding had gone
rather well in his opinion, he still would have preferred to have
had a honeymoon, but it really wasn�t important. Once he managed to get
Potter to have sex with him, then he could return to sleeping with whomever he
wished. This marriage was going to be a legal one if he had any say, so there
would be no sleeping with anyone until they slept with
each other. He had Potter and he intended to keep him. Thank Merlin for the dildoes though, he thought to himself, as that might take
awhile and Draco was not about to enter any kind of involuntary chastity.

�Malfoy! Where the hell did the cherries get to?� Potter�s voice broke into
his thoughts.

�I don�t know, with all the other gifts. Why? Succumbing to my charms already are you?�

�I don�t think so. I wanted to eat them;
it�s either that or the body chocolate.�

�So eat the body chocolate.�

Draco had turned attention back to the red
ceiling when several jars began hurtling themselves at him. �Oh shit.� Was heard from the other side of the wall, followed by a
�Sorry.� Potter did not sound sorry. �I cast a charm for every thing to pack
itself away.�

To Be Continued�

References:

Love
if you must. But marry well � Not really sure who said this, if you know who was please tell me. Google had no idea, but I know it is a quote.

Money Can�t buy you love - The Beatles.

Body Chocolates and bending dildoes for men � Available at all indecent sex shops.
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