We Can Do This.... Right?

When they all finally arrived at the Marriage Licensing Office, with hardly any sanity intact mind you, Mrs. Malfoy was standing there with a dangerous look on her face.

"ドラコ・マルフォイ 二度と妹にそんなこと言ったら殺すと神に誓う!!!!" (Draco Malfoy I will kill you if you ever say something like that to your sisters again!!)

Draco looked like he could piss himself right there, but being the pessimistic person he is, he chose to look upon his surroundings to get an idea of how easily they will be able to clean up the blood stains after his Mum is done with him.

The Marriage Licensing Office reminded him a lot of the muggle DMV his Mum took him to when he was a young child to renew her driver's license. The person behind the glassed in counter had an uninterested look on their face. The floors were coloured tiles in a sort of checkered pattern, but not all of the tiles followed the pattern, there were more white tiles then there were red or blue. There were 'Inspirational Posters' all over the walls and a sheet that had the hours that they were open and closed.

Draco was observing the boring white walls when he heard his mom starting to take off her shoe, his eyes widened in terror as she hurled it past all of their heads. Just as Draco was about to say something smug along the lines of his Mum's sloppy throw, he felt the flat shoe hit the back of his head.

He stood there, staring at the floor again like a fool when all of a sudden, he heard the giggles of two little girls. Ah... They've chosen death today.

The shoe that Narcissa had thrown ricocheted off the wall and straight for the back of Draco's head. It was performed flawlessly and was amazing.

The Weasley family just stood there in shock at the look of horror on Draco's face. Mrs. Malfoy walked over to them and grabbed the blonde by the ear and started pulling him over to his sisters. Her terrifying aura did not change simply because she was missing a shoe, if anything it made it worse.

"Apologize," She stated, letting go of her son's ear. " or so help me god-"

"Okay, alright..." Draco said after putting his hands up in mock defense. He looked down at his sisters and said in a sincere voice, "Anya, Akemi... I'm sorry"

Narcissa rolled her eyes and looked at her son. "For???"

Draco sighed and you could tell he was trying to hide an amused smirk on his face. "I'm sorry for telling you that if you ever embarrassed me like that again I would take the ruins off of your beds and let the Juggler eat your toes while your sleeping."

The girls hugged his legs, their heads barely to his upper thighs. He startled for a moment, probably not used to the physical attention, (Fred will fix that) before resting his hands on the girls heads lovingly. Fred looked over to his Mum to see her making the same face she made when she saw Bill interacting with his and Fluer's kids, a face full of love.

The girls suddenly looked up at their brother with teary eyes as one of the girls asked "You wouldn't really let that happen..." she sniffled abit, apparent she had been crying. " would you?"

Draco looked concerned and taken aback. He instantly let go of their heads and got down on his knees and looked at them. "Never," he stated firmly, " not in a million years would I ever do something like that to either of you. I might do it to Akihiko if he doesn't learn to shut his trap more often," The girls laughed at that while his mom hit his head. "Ow...But I promise, I would never intentionally do anything to harm either of you. As long as Mum, Dad, Akihiko and I are around, I promise no one is gonna hurt you two and live to tell the tale."

"Okay!" The girls smiled at him. Apparently he was forgiven. Narcissa huffed and walked back over to where Draco was standing to get her shoe. Fred picked it up and met her half way and said, "Here you go miss, gotta make sure you have enough ammunition for when the time comes and you need a second shot." She laughed at that and put her shoe back on.

"I am excited to call you my future son-in-law. I just know Raymond will adore you as I do." She smiled at him with one of the kindest, most genuine grins he's ever seen.

Of course he couldn't help but smile back and ask confusedly, " I'm flattered and all, but who is Raymond?"

" Well if I'm your future mother-in-law, that would make him your future father-in-law, dear." She said as she straightened his collar, of course none of the clothes he was wearing matched so at least one thing he was wearing had to look presentable on her son's wedding day.

" お母さん, when are we going home!? We're bored." The girl with jet black hair with a few streaks of white was pulling on her Mother's skirt trying to get her attention.

"Oh," Narcissa looked surprised for a moment before she reached down to pick up the young girl and hold her. "We will leave in a little bit, we have to wait until ドラコ and Fre- Is it all right if I call you Fred?" She looked at the man in question. Fred nodded, still hung up over the fact that now he has to win over at least four people's heart like he did with Narcissa. There was Anya and Akemi, the twins, still didn't know which is which. There was an Akihiko thrown in there during the sweet 'I Will Always Protect You' speech. And now, there was a Raymond, who apparently, was the Dad that Draco was referring to when talking to his siblings. He had met some of his ex partner's dad's, and not surprisingly, it never went well. And no, he was not thinking of one Lucius Malfoy in any of this, fuck that guy. As far as Fred was concerned, he didn't give a shit about whether or not Lucius Malfoy cared about him marrying his son or not.

"We have to wait until ドラコ and Fred get married."

"But whyyyy???" The little girl questioned.

"Because, Akemi, if your good I'll take you and Anya to McDonald's and get you both Happy Meals." Narcissa shot back. This shut up the little girl.

Huh, so that one was Akemi, which would make the other Anya. Mostly everyone had sat down about now except for Harry, Hermione, and Fred. Everyone else was too tired from all the arguing and walking to stand. Not Fred though, he was ecstatic.

He looked over to find the blonde talking to the woman behind the counter. And-uh oh. Neither of them look happy. He was taking the time to checkout Draco and what he was wearing. A white undershirt, classic, paired with a black tie and a black and white striped patterned undercoat, there wasn't a jacket that he paired with it. The vest showing off his pecs and his shirt showing off the surprising amount of muscle for someone his size, it also showed how amazing his posture was. Fred skipped to his shoes, saving the best parts for last, and saw that his soon to be husband was wearing the same brand of shoes that Harry used to wear, Converse. They were white low-tops with little marker drawing all over them. He looked up a bit to see that his love was wearing different colored striped socks. They didn't match at all, but they looked great. Finally letting himself sneak a glimpse at the man's lower half, he took a sharp intake of breathe. Draco was wearing dangerously tight black dress pants that accentuated his ass perfectly.

He was suddenly snapped back to reality when the man he was starting at so intensely turned and started walking towards him. Fred could feel his face heat up in embarrassment, thinking he had been caught, but then he realized the clip boards the blonde was holding and before he knew it, he was getting handed a clip board and a quill and being led over to the seating area next to the little girls playing in the kids section. The Mums were there, and so was Ron, Hermione, Harry, and George. Everyone else was nodding off or still arguing in the other room.

Draco had pulled him into a seat that was next to his, opposite from Molly and Narcissa, who were talking about the kids, and near the golden trio plus George who were looking at Fred expectantly. "What?" He asked, growing tired of their stares.

His twin looked at him confused,"Aren't you going to fill that out?"

"I don't even know what it is, Forge."

"Then ask your soon to be husband Gred." George made a suggestive face with wagging eyebrows. Arse.

Fred flushed lightly and looked to his left where Draco was sitting, filling in the boxes on the paper. " W- What is this?" He asked.

Harry snorted. Fred would send him some pretty suggestive gestures if there weren't children present, not to mention his and Draco's Mums.

"It's like a doctor's questionnaire, like when you go to the clinic. Except it asks you personal questions that they really don't need to know." The young blonde said, sending a look over to the lady behind the counter. She just smiled a fake bitchy smile back. " Do you need help with yours?"

"Uh...sure" he looked over and everyone was starring at the kids. Oh God, their practically alone. What if he fucks up and says something stupid, or rude or-

Draco's clipboard and quill was sat down in the empty seat next to them to the left. He carefully grabbed Fred's clipboard and quill and asked, "Full name and date of birth?"

"What?"

"That's what's written on here."

"oh, ok uh... Fredrick Gideon Weasley..." He heard scribbling next to him, he dared to look over at Draco and he didn't regret it, he was pretty. " And the date of birth would be April 1st, 1978."

"Ok, what about your sexuality?"

"I'm bisexual, don't have a preference." He was staring a Draco's lips, they looked soft and had purplish bite marks on them.

" What type of marriage is this?"

" A wonderful one." Fred stated without hesitation, smiling dreamily.

Draco looked over at him and said, "That's not an option for the questionnaire." They were starring into each other's eyes.

"Oh-uhh... What are the options?" He felt his face heat up more than it already was from being in such a close proximity to the love of his life.

Draco chuckled a bit and god, if Fred said he didn't want to be drowned in that sound he would be lying. "The options are 'Straight', 'Homosexual' or 'Arranged'. I don't know why they need to know this, but I guess we should jot down 'Homosexual' since every arranged marriage in the wizarding world has been straight. "

" Ok." Fred watches as Draco filled in the box on his paper, so Fred picked up his clipboard and did the same.

" Who is taking who's name? I don't want to keep my- Lucius's name for...reasons so is it okay if I-"

"Yes. I would love for you to have my last name, or we could hyphenate it, whatever you want to do. As long as you like it." Fred couldn't help the foolish smile that crept into his face.

"Okay, Draco Weasley it is." He looked relieved, as if the literal wait of carrying that stupid family name has finally gotten off his back and he could just relax.

"Hey Dorako, what's that?" One of the little girls, Anya, had asked him before crawling over to her brother to sit at his feet. She had to be between the ages of 4-6.

"It's paperwork kiddo, boring adult stuff." Draco replied, not giving his sister a glance.

The little girl looked up at him with interest in her eyes, "Can I help?"

"Sure," The man said as he returned the clipboard to the seat to his left before he pulled the little girl up into his lap. He picked the clipboard back up and asked her " What magical race am I?"

"Veelan." The little girl replied with a look on her face that would suggest she was having fun. And it continued like this for a while.

"What's my ethnicity, Anya?"

"Japanese like お母さん, and white like... white like Fred." Anya didn't want to metion Lucius. She only met him once and once was way more than enough.

Fred looked up at this and said " Not quite, I'm Scottish, and your half French, right?"

Draco hummed at this and said to Anya and Fred " Alright, I'm done with this paper, all I have to do is register which house I will inherit and sign the papers- oh shit."

"What?" The red head questioned, now concerned.

Draco sighed before he put Anya back on the floor and told her to continue playing with their Mum and Akemi. Of course being the decently behaved kid she is (with the apparent promise of McDonald's) went back over to where the toys were and resumed playing race cars with her twin.

Draco turned to Fred with a scowl and stated " We have to sign it in both our native languages and our partners."

"Oh, that's it?"

" What do you mean ' That's it?', " Draco said, sounding slightly offended. " Japanese characters are very hard to learn to write if you weren't raised around it and the lady at the counter said that you can't even have a smudge on the paper or else it won't bind right and-" Draco cut himself off that the feeling of Fred's hand over his and the guiding of something being written down on the paper.

He was scared to move as it might mess it up, but when he looked down there was his name, perfectly in English like be had practiced so many times as a child. He wrote the characters for his name 'ドラコ・. マルフォイ' , written the same way he wrote it when he felt safe away from his Father.

What broke him out of his thought was the faint scratching sound he recognized as quill on paper. He looked over to see Fred write his name and then look over at him expectantly, asking for him to guide his hands to write his name in Japanese characters.

Draco reached over slowly to gently grab Fred's right hand with his and began to make the characters on the paper until it formed his full name, フレッド・ウィーズリー .

Draco let go of his hand to fill out the paperwork for the house he would inherit. Fred looked over at the picture to see a large, old house that looked to have classic Japanese architecture. It was beautiful. Draco quickly signed all of the dotted lines, apparently very antsy to get this house. He quickly stood up and looked down at Fred before nodding to the front desk and muttered a "c'mon." and walked off, Fred not far behind.

They walked up to the desk and handed the lady behind it the clipboards back. She momentarily looked down at the clipboard before she smiled at Fred and asked him flirtatiously " You sure you wanna get hitched to the Veelan homo over here," She pointed at Draco with a look of disgust on her face. She looked back up at Fred through her eyelashes that were all clumped together with mascara. " Or do you wanna spend the rest of your life with someone who can really satisfy your needs?"

Fred felt disgusted and enraged all at once. " First of all, if I EVER hear you talk about him like that again I can and will slip puking pastilles into you cup of what I hope is water for your sake. And can you just do your fucking job and marry us already?!"

Draco just kind of stood there in shock at the fact the he was just defended by the older brother of the man that he bullied.He cringed slightly. He really needed to apologize for that.

The girl behind the counter looked at Fred for a moment as if contemplating who knows what before she says " Nope."

" What do you mean 'Nope'!?" Fred was really starting to get pissed off.

The girl looked in between them before she gestured at Draco and stated " I can't marry you two because he's Veelan and the only Veelan officiant/soul binder or whatever you things call it," Fred glared at her with so much malice she actually flinched. "...That we have is currently backed up a month."

Draco finally spoke up, " So we have to wait a month to officially get married?"

The girl looked over at him with disdain, " Obviously, that's what I just said."

" Well can you at least put in the paper that has the house I want to inherit in my file so that the Minister will know which one I chose." Draco didn't say it like a question, more like a demand.

The girl just rolled her eyes and filed that paper with the rest of Draco's file that the Minister would receive. "I can put you down for and appointment with the officiant so the wait won't be longer." Draco nodded and she did that as well.

To the right of Draco, Fred was still glaring daggers at the receptionist and it scared her so bad to the point where she actually did her job. You know, like a normal person.

It amazed Fred at how well Draco kept his composure when he himself was practically shaking. Fred thought of ways to make it up to Draco later... Maybe they could cuddle like a real couple. It doesn't have to be today, but some day would be nice.