Disclaimer: I don't own a thing. Honestly, I don't. Well, maybe the plot and some other things, but most of the characters are just my toys for a short time.
Summary: Harry and Draco wake up in bed together and realize they got hitched the night before. Interesting situations ensue.
Author's Note: I'm ALIVE! Okay, I've been sincerely backed up lately. SINCERELY backed up. Don't worry, I'm working on things. Albeit, incredibly slowly, but I'm working on things. 2017 is going to be a very interesting year. _

I got the prompt for this from Emily-Fay's beautiful fanart:

Seriously, go hit up her – www. tumblr pussycatscribbles/

Also, this is my gift to you for Valentine's Day. I do so hope you enjoy it.

Warning(s): slash, public drunkenness, some coarse language, and some lovely smut.

In the Cold Light of the Morning
by Ellena McKelles

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Draco rolled over, groaning. His head was pounding and every part of his body ached. He rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes. Cracking them open he stared around at the room. It looked as if Valentine's Day had thrown up all over the room. It was covered in pinks and purples so loud they made Draco's head hurt even more just by looking at them. Sitting up gingerly, he let the sheets pool around his waist. He was suddenly aware that there was another individual sleeping in the bed with him. That there was another individual who was naked. Draco slid away from the sleeping figure only to have them stir. The figure moan slightly and rolled towards Draco. He gasped loudly as he laid eyes upon just who he'd been sharing his bed with.

"Aucune fichue façon..." Draco breathed.

He was lying next to Harry Potter. The bloody Savior of the Wizarding World. He was dead. He'd kidnapped the Savior. The whole magical community was going to kill him. Draco ran his left hand down his face only to have something metal slid coolly along his face. He stared down at his hand and found an ornate silver ring around his ring finger. Draco's eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. He'd only seen this type of ring a handful of times and he feared the worst. Sliding out of bed, careful not to wake the dark-haired wizard. Grabbing his robes and clothes that were strewn all over the floor, he padded quietly toward the loo. He dressed quickly, his heart hammering against his chest. He stared at his hand again, frowning that the ring was still on his finger. Taking in a deep breath, he walked back out into the room. Potter was moving, whining and groaning that his head hurt.

He sat up slowly and gagged. "L-l-loo..."

"What was that?"

"Loo." Potter gagged again and burped behind his hand. "Where's the loo?"

"Right," Potter's nude form zoomed past him. "Through there."

Draco listened to Potter hack and cough for a few moments before the dark-haired wizard exited the bathroom in search of clothing. Pulling on his underwear and trousers, he turned to the nightstand where his wand lay. Casting a teeth-cleaning charm he turned to Draco.

"Good morning? Afternoon?" Potter rubbed his face. "Why are the colors in this room so loud?"

"It's a honeymoon suite, apparently, it's what Muggles assume is romantic."

"Honeymoon suite?" The dark-haired wizard groaned. "Why on Earth are we in the honeymoon suite?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Why is because we are married, darling." He held up his left hand.

Potter looked down at his own. "Holy shit… Fuckity fuck…" He dropped down onto the bed. "Is this real?"

"From what I understand, it's real. I'm assuming due to the lack of clothing we woke up with, we most certainly consummated the relationship." Draco twirled the ring around his finger. "We'd have to check the Department of Official Records to be absolutely sure."

Potter stood, snatching his shirt and robe from the floor. "Then we go to the Department of Official Records."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "You expect to just waltz into the Department of Official Records and just ask for what you want?"

Potter flashed Draco a toothy grin. "Yes, yes I do."

Draco grabbed his tie from the floor. "That's incredibly presumptuous, don't you think?"

"One of the many perks to destroying the Dark Lord." Harry tossed him his cloak. "People just do things because I smile at them."

Draco scowled, whipping the cloak around his shoulders. "Lead the way, Destroyer of the Dark Lord."