In case anyone rather read Top!Harry, than Top!Draco, this is your Drarry kind. (And those who can go either ways of who is on Top! can check out Gaining Love).
This idea was inspired for Ilaria-Jade-Phoenix-Slytherin. I thank her for the support!
Fair warning, my grammar is not the best. I do NOT have a beta, but always welcome to work with. We can always work something out and exchange in for something else like work on plots or needs a plot bunny through me to work with a story of their own (must be fanfic only).
Lastly, Fred is alive. Others are dead after the war.
Enjoy!
The raven head headed over to the counter and gathered his things into a large bag. He tossed on a long jacket over him and tried fixing up the buttons, but unable to hurry up the pace. He stopped with four left to go and rushed over to the fireplace of his'. He tossed the powder to the ground and stood tall for the trip, "Weasleys' Burrow!"
Whoosh! The bright green engulfed him and vanished him to elsewhere. The young man braced himself moved forward through the traveling magically. The scent assaulted his nose, but the immediate recognition was welcome. Through his glasses, the chaos was obvious in the sight to see Ron rushing to help outside, while Fred helping to organize the food with Molly, and Arthur trying to remove all muggle related items from the guests.
"Harry," The voice sung familiarly to his ear, "You made it in time. And really, not even properly dress before arriving?"
Harry smirked and faced her, "Ginny," Seeing her long hair in curlers and nowhere ready to be removed yet, "In time for what? I see everyone losing their chicken heads."
Ginny chuckled and shook her head. She gestured him the way and he followed upstairs of the burrow. There were decorations being flown around the house and the two ducked in time before being smacked by the supplies. Harry shook his head, but Ginny ignored it easily.
"Did you bring all of them? Even my favorite ones?" Ginny glanced back at him and opened her bedroom door.
Harry nodded, "Yes, I stuff the usual makeup and your favorite dark red wine lipstick. What kind of beautiful are we looking for? That you're the only beautiful woman of the day? Or are you a model that they would have not missed in the articles? Or you got all the people's attention to make them jealous?"
Ginny smirked, "I am so glad I introduced you to makeup artist, he truly taught you so much." She hummed and sat down on her bed, "Something like…gracious queen of the beauty, but a hint of respectable attention onto me."
Harry nodded and sets the bag down. He checked over the bag to what he has and gathered a few ideas.
"And good enough that your soon-to-be-husband can cry for having such gorgeous woman in his life? Coming up," Harry picked up the brush and compact.
Ginny giggled and let Harry takes over. He took his time to do her makeup fitting and touched it up that tears wouldn't be able to mess it up. Ginny kept her posture and held up her chin for him to do it well. She watched him in confident of his ability and knowing how to do makeup. The way he stroked the makeup brush was so soft, she could not feel anything applied to her skin. Yet, there was a warm glow that gave her comfort that Harry was making her beautiful for today especially.
She looked up at him, "Did you find a date?"
Harry hummed and moved in closely to add in some light shade, "No, hard to find someone, but all they care they're dating the Savior or The-Man-Who-Lived-Twice."
A sigh slipped her escape, "And not the man I know and love. I know Harry is awesome, it's ashame."
Harry shrugged, "It's alright, Gin. Besides, I'm getting a lot of notice with being a makeup artist and hired for different things. Last week, I just made a witch looked like she's a muggle zombie and people were terrified of her."
Ginny smiled, "That's good, but don't give up on finding someone. I'm sure there is someone who loves you for you."
Harry shook his head, "Just not today. Right now, it's about you and you're getting married to Dean. How are you feeling today?"
Her hands gripped her long shirt and clenched it, "Nervous. You'll curse him if he messes up the marriage, right?"
"If he does not fear you, then I will curse him to hell." Harry smirked, "Bloody savior knows power that they do not."
Ginny rolled her eyes, but couldn't help to grin. Harry grabbed a different set and another brush. She closed her eyes and felt his magic into the work. The way he did makeup felt special. Harry was gentle and managed to admire his art, but drew back at the memory he did the first time on her. The way she showed him how to do the basic and how shock she was.
"…that's right, just like painting and only lightly applied. You soothed through the entire face with this set."
Harry nodded and followed her instruction. Ginny looked up at him and turned awkward on this part. Her hand reached out to the blush color compact and held it up.
"Then, you either clean the brush or another brush, but only a couple light dab. Stroke it on my cheek and not to bright either."
"Okay," Harry tilted his head, but kept going.
He chose another brush and did as she told him. Once he finished and nodded, she turned to the mirror and saw how well he did to make her more beautiful than she could.
"Wow…" Nearly touching her face, "You're pretty good at this, Harry. I was certainly right, you are gay," She chuckled softly.
"Only you explained my attraction, of course." Harry smirked, "Must be nice to have a best friend doing your makeup for your date. I don't think I'll do it again."
Her eyes widened, "No! You have to learn more, everything! I need you as my personal makeup artist!" Clenched onto his sleeves.
His brow rose, "I can't be that good and I thought it was for witches to be doing?"
Ginny bored at him blankly and Harry was about to regret saying otherwise.
Harry sighed at the memory on how she got him involved into the makeup skills and introduced him to the instructor. After that, Harry learned everything and enjoyed the experience of doing it. He would come over and use Ginny to practice and sometimes, Molly. Hermione would occasionally learn from him and appreciates tips, but refused to have it done by anyone else.
Harry eased back and set the brush down. He collected the favorite lipstick color Ginny loves and smoothed across her lips. He picked up his wand and casted it dry and wipe-proof charm to last the entire day, but also for the entire face as well.
"There. The Queen of Beauty look is complete," Harry placed the cap back onto the lipstick and tucked it into his bag.
Ginny lit up and turned to her large mirror. She was memorized by flawless look, but made her feel proud of her looks. She scanned all the specific work on her face, almost as if she was a rich pureblood.
"Now, get into your dress and I can work on your hair." Harry walked over to the door.
Ginny nodded, "Oh yes, especially the wedding is starting soon in an hour."
Harry shook his head and helped himself out of the room for her to change. He could hear the commotions and chatters growing louder, which he suspected the guests have arrived and enjoying the celebration of the soon-to-be-wedded couple. He could hear the kitchen with its pots and pans banging, towels rustling, and splashing water. Footsteps moved around everywhere and easy to tell the distance. Harry decided to fix up his suit jacket and button up the rest. He leaned against the wall and recalled the first breakup with Ginny.
It was only to protect her and ensuring that Voldemort would not kill her. After the war was over, he found out that she has been dating Dean and they were actually okay with it. Harry was actually happy for her to find someone and Ginny helped him through a lot. She got him into dating and managed to help him have a relationship for about a month or so.
"Alright, I'm done, Harry. Get back in here." She insisted.
Harry entered back into her room and noticed the simple style of the white dress, long and filled her figures perfectly. Her strapless dress exposed her shoulders to compliment how she looked wonderful together. She frowned at him and Harry didn't know what to think this time.
"What's wrong?" Her arms crossed.
Harry shook his head, "I…just getting ahead of myself. I just want a family of my own."
The witch titled her head, "You still can. Adoption, surrogacy, fostering, and blood-adoption are your options. You don't need a man to have a baby with, just options to have a baby."
Harry shook his head and began to start working on her hair by uncurling them, "But I want my children to have parents, not just one."
Ginny glanced up, "Then go for surrogacy. Everyone knows that the carrier will be expected to be in the child's life and willing to make arrangement."
Harry blinked, "To be in the child's life? And arrangement how?"
Ginny shrugged, "Everyone's different. However, you could have the carrier come around for specific amount of times. Children needs us in order to strengthen their magic and family bonds. The children who born through surrogacy carrier needs their bond to complete their magic core until they are two years old, but to some exception like death or jailed. Arrangement," Hummed off-tuned, "Is agreeing to carrying number of children for you, living arrangement until child is either born or certain age, and more."
Harry blinked, "Do you think I could qualify?"
"Definitely. Anyone can do it as long they are able to finance and provide a home for a child."
Harry thought about it and realized he does have enough money to last centuries on worth's. He does have a good home that children can go home to and feel safe. He wanted to be a father and the choices didn't seems so bad.
"I supposed I'll check it out. Is there a center I can go to?"
Ginny looked up at him, "Downtown London, can't miss it once you get into the magical side of it."
"Through the bar and same coding?"
"The same as always."
Harry chuckled, "What would I do without you, Ginny?"
"Probably trying to figure out what to do with your life," She scoffed, "More like, what I do without you, Harry?"
Harry smirked, "Probably panicking to get ready to get married to Dean and biting everyone's heads if they weren't helping."
"Much. Hermione did give me coffee, so that helps. Mum…not so much," She shuddered.
Harry chuckled, but he knew Molly tends to overdo it. He finished the last the curler to unroll and fixed up her hair. The red hair softly bouncing and complimenting the entire look. Harry managed to collect some of the hair on the side and pulled it back to tie it. It brought out the entire face of hers' and quite fitting. He placed the faux diamond hair pins on both side as if it was a small tiara placed in.
"All done, my Queen of Beauty."
Ginny giggled and took pride to see the final outcome, "It's perfect, Harry, thank you!" She stood up and hugged him.
Harry accepted her sisterly love and returned the brotherly love.
"Good. The bride deserves the best from me." Harry nodded.
Ginny shook her head and glanced at the clock, "Now, I need to fix you up! That jacket needs to be straightened out and rolled up a bit or people will think you've gotten lazy!"
Harry groaned, but there was no escape. Ginny fixed up his suit altogether and tucked in the shirt to be neat and professionally done. She straightened the rest of the jacket and felt something heavy bounced. Her eyes glanced up questionably at him and Harry sheepishly smiled.
Her arms crossed, "What do you have in there?"
Harry sighed, "I heard it's a tradition…to wear something new, wear something blue, and wear something…old?"
Ginny shook her head, "Harry, living here is old home that passed down to my family for a couple generations."
"To wear, Ginny," He pulled it out and it was a box, "Since I consider you as my adopted-like Potter Sister, I want you to wear it."
Ginny groaned, especially she knew Harry was trying to be helpful and thoughtful for her. She decided to see what it was and he revealed the inside of the box. It was in enameled gold with pair of pure white pearls and red rubies stones necklace. It was enough to wear around her neck and not overdoing the looks. Her eyes widened and turned fascinated with such style and rarity gemstones to use.
"This is perfect, Harry, thank you…" Unable to say much after that.
Harry smiled, "I thought you'd like that. Let me put it on you."
Ginny turned around and lifted her hair up. Harry unlinked the necklace and placed it around her. He linked it back up and adjusted it a bit. Ginny touched the jewel and saw it shined beautiful.
"Whoever picked this, this must have valued it for a reason." Her fingers trailed and feeling the smoothness.
Harry shrugged, "I'm glad you liked it."
Ginny smiled up at him and wrapped her arms around him. He hugged her back breathed in her scent.
"Can't believe you're getting married before Ron!" Harry chuckled, "You think I should help him out on proposing sometimes soon?"
She snorted, "No. He's trying to do it when it feels right. He got the ring, just needs to the right time to do it."
"Better do it soon or she's going to complain soon."
Ginny shook her head, "Leave her be, Harry. Besides, my wedding day, no proposal allowed today." She chuckled.
"All about you and Dean," Harry understood, "I'll check to see it is all set to go out there before you need to march down."
Ginny accepted it and let him deal with the craziness. Harry went off to deal with the wedding craziness and helped to get it all done before that time comes up.
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