Hello!! SO, this is going to be a long ride, tissue warning now!!! This story is gonna be very very... well... sweet... and sour.... and lemony! But hey, you need all three to make a lemonade fic!!! SO get out your glasses, put on your yaoi hats, and read on!

Dedication~ This story is dedicated to njferrel, Who suggested I continue my drabble into a fic! So NJ, this ones for you!!

Disclaimer~ I do not own Harry potter, or matchmaker, the song which this story is based on (not a songfic). If I DID own Harry Potter, something else would have happened in those vanishing cabinets sixth year *Winkwinknudgenudge*

Draco sighed against the mass of black hair that was tucked snuggly under his chin. Harry sniffed in his sleep, causing Draco to smile at the smaller boy. This time of the day, when he would watch Harry sleep, curled against Draco's chest was his favorite time of the day. It made going through the rush of the day easier.

It was two years after the war. Harry and Draco had been going out for seventeen months after Draco helped heal Harry's wounds from the final battle while he was in the hospital wing. It had been more then a year, and they were madly in love. Draco loved everything about Harry. From the big things, like his courage, his beauty, and his kindness, to the small things; how he drank his milk with ice, how he stopped to pet every dog he passed, to his tendency to tilt his head to the left slightly when thinking.

Draco couldn't get enough of Harry, he was ambrosia to Draco, tan skin, raven hair, and viridian eyes that stared into his own silver ones so intensely. They were inseparable. They lived together in Draco's London flat, it was large and luxurious, due to the fact that two of the richest wizards in all of England lived there.

The only Downside was that nobody knew that they lived there. Well...actually nobody knew that Harry lived there, Ron and Hermione hadn't seen him for a while, they corresponded through owl, and Draco and Harry had decided to keep their relationship a secret. At least for the time being, a decision which Draco was not all to keen on, seeing as he was planning to pop the question to Harry on their two year anniversary. (Of course Harry didn't know this but...)

Harry let out a quiet moan that caused a grin to break out on Draco's face as he looked down at his lovers sleeping form. He stroked the hair slowly, love emanating from his every pore as he looked at the boy-who-lived to make Draco's dreams come true.

He almost jumped as a grey owl swooped through the bedroom window and landed on the cherry wood desk. Draco got up quietly, smiling at Harry's disappointed groan at the loss of heat. He recognized the owl at once, and pulled his mothers letter off of the owls leg, waving it off again. He opened the purple envelope and pulled out the letter.

My darling Draco

As you know, on October seventeenth you will turn twenty years old, and It is time you enter the next step of the Malfoy legacy. Please see me at the house as soon as you receive this letter.

All my love,

Mother.

Draco folded the letter, slightly confused, before glancing back at Harry, still asleep on the bed. No surprise either, Draco thought with a smirk. He had taken a lot out of the boy last night... and the night before that... and the night before that... in fact, he felt almost bad as he realized that the residents of the flat beneath them had most likely lacked a quiet nights sleep since the two wizards moved in!

Draco picked up a quill, dipping it in the ink before turning the letter over and righting a note for Harry when he woke up;

Good morning gorgeous,

I will be at mothers for a while, I will be back soon though (Try not to miss me to much).

Love,

Draco.

He left the note on the desk before dressing quickly and quietly and exiting the bedroom and walking into the well furnished living room, marching over to the fireplace, and grabbing a handful of floo powder. He stepped into the archway, tossing the powder down and yelling "Malfoy Manor."

Narcissa barely glanced up from her book and tea as her only son stepped smoothly out of her parlor fireplace. Draco brushed himself off, before walking over to sit in his usual armchair.

"Hello Draco dearest." Narcissa said, acknowledging her sons presence.

"Hello mother, may I ask why you pulled me from my home at such an early hour?" Draco asked. His mother smiled, folding the page of her book, placing it gently on the table next to her, before taking a sip of tea and looking up at him.

"Darling as we know, In October you become twenty years old, and the traditional age to step forth into the final stage of your role as a Malfoy heir." She said calmly. Draco was confused at her word choice.

"I'm afraid I don't understand, what do you mean, "Final stage"?" he asked suspicious and curious at the same time.

"Now darling you see, this is how your great grandparents met, how your grandparents met, and how your father and I met." She said. "Mamma Nayka!" She stated at her sons raised eyebrows.

Draco frowned "Who is Mamma Nayka?" He asked.

Narcissa smiled at her son. "Mamma Nayka is the match maker!" She said happily, "You are to meet with you, so that she may determine who you are to marry."

Draco's head began to spin and his heart began to ache. His mother frowned at his stunned expression. "Draco Darling? Are you alright?"

But no matter how hard Draco tried to concentrate on the conversation, his thoughts just whipped back to one thing;

Harry.

YAY! First Chappie up! Sooo?? Suspenseful, cliffy, I know right!? Don't you wanna review? Your fingers are itching to hit the review button, come on, it's one click away from making MOI very happy!!! ANy flames will be used to re-heat Narcissa's tea.

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