"What is he doing here?" whispered a very upset Ron Weasley. "Is he even invited?"

He and his brothers were looking over to the figure of Severus Snape leaning against the gate. Their former professor had his arms folded over his chest, looking very much like a vulture.

"Someone must have invited him," said Bill wrinkling his nose, his werewolf-scenes working hard to find out what was going on. "I'm not sure."

"I don't really see Snape as a wedding crasher," said George. "Not his style."

"Make dad ask him!" said Ron

"Do it yourself!" said Charlie.

They were interrupted by the magic wedding bells, pronouncing that it was time for the guests to gather. The Wizard of Peace stood up, beginning to letter though his spell book. Ginny was laughing, letting Hermione and Luna correct her hair and dress. Ron shifted his feet, feeling uncomfortable in his dress robes.

"Where is Harry? It's time!"

"Not even he would be late for his own wedding," said Charlie. "Calm down."

"I will be calm when that git leaves," he glared nervously at Snape, who had not moved at the tolling of the bells. "What is he doing here? He is up to no good, know it!" Ron bit his lip, trying to get support from his brothers. "Can't we throw him out or something?"

"Ronald!" Mrs. Weasley grabbed a hold of her son's shirt. "Don't start a fight on your sisters wedding!"

"But mom… Snape…"

"We do not throw friends out!"

"He's not my friend…"

"Well, he is Harry's friend," Mrs Weasley shoved her sons to towards the altar. "Go to your places."

Charlie managed to escape his mother and walked over to the man in black. Snape acknowledged him with a nod. He was looking over the sky, waiting for a sight of Harry on his broom.

"Give up," said Charlie.

"What?" Snape winced.

"Harry is gorgeous, I should know," he laughed. "But he is marrying Ginny."

"He once promised me…" the older man began.

"Do you think he still have feelings for you?"

The Wizard of Peace had found his place in the book and was now looking out for Harry like every one else. There he was! Fingers pointed upwards. Up in the sky two flyers were circling each other. They spun, looped and twisted. The guests applauded.

"Always making an entrance," murmured Snape feeling dizzy.

He was remembering the heat of Harry's breath and the touch of his skin. No, devil be damned, he was not loosing Harry to that piece of lass!

Harry landed gallantly by the gate followed by his best man and flying partner. He beamed at the guests. What happened next, happened fast.

"Fuck!" said Hermione.

"Severus!" gasped Harry.

"I'm going to kill you!" screeched Ron

Snape had lifted up Harry in his arms, holding him tight. Ginny just starred.

"Give up!" screamed Charlie. "He does not want to!"

But, wonder of wonders; Harry smiled. As this were the sign he had been waiting for, Snape apparated.

"Oh my!" said the Wizard of Peace.

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"'Harry Potter stolen from his own wedding'" George read the Prophet out loud for his gathered family. They where all sitting, quite stunned, in the living room holding on to cups of tea.

"'Hogwarts Professor Severus Snape was witnessed stealing the Boy-who-lived yesterday. One of the witnesses, miss Lovegood, said that they looked very happy. The bride to be, miss Weasley, was wed, as magical tradition states, to Mr. Potters best man; Draco Malfoy. The newlyweds are now spending honeymoon in France. The whereabouts of Harry Potter is not known at this time.'"

Mrs. Weasley nervously rattled her cup to the saucer, thinking of her daughter in the hands of the notorious playboy.

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"I can't take anymore," breathed Harry.

"Just a little more," Severus kissed his swollen lips.

"I'm too tired!"

"Just a bite…"

"You shamed me forever, you know," whispered Harry letting Severus take what ever he wanted.