A/N: I didn't forget to update this story… I was caught up with my others lolz.
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I am easily sidetracked. I just posted a new one-shot recently… and that's my excuse for not updating this one :D … Yeah, that wasn't a good excuse.
13 January 2009
"Why are we here again? I thought you wanted to do the invitations first?" Harry asked irritably. He and Draco were once again standing before the robes shop. God, how he hated shopping for clothes! "You said we wouldn't come back until I lose my belly fat." Harry didn't mind calling himself fat if it got him to not try on wedding robes.
Draco sniffed daintily and took his fiancé's hand. "Invitations are much easier than having robes that fits you perfectly. Besides, I think you've been working out more than enough." He pushed the doors open and led Harry into the boutique. "I am quite satisfied with the weight you are now."
It was true. Harry was now at one hundred and sixty-four pounds. Although he hated to admit it, Harry felt better after doing all those exercises. Heck, his stomach was not as flabby, though not toned either. Maybe it was a good thing Draco forced him to do all those sit ups.
"Alright… Fine, we'll go get the robes…" Harry said begrudgingly. "But please, Draco, don't spend more than three hours in here…" Harry added wearily.
"Oh, I won't, Harry," Draco chirped happily. He dragged the brunet to the back of the shop, where all the wizards wedding robes were kept. "I'll be quick. Let's see…"
HPDMHPDMHPDM
"For fuck's sake…" Harry muttered; Draco had just dropped another set of robes into his arms. It was like the first time they were here all over again. "Draco," Harry said warningly, "you said it would be quick."
"This is quick! I mean, it's only been an hour and I already picked out seven sets!" Harry narrowed his eyes at the blond. Draco sounded too cheery for his own good. Draco saw the look on Harry's face and sighed. "Oh, alright. I'm done picking. I'll go try on mine and you go try yours on."
"Thank you," Harry said, sounding quite relieved. He stood up along with the pile of robes he was holding. "Take yours and I'll go change."
Draco clucked his tongue; he picked out the robes and turned around, stomping away towards the dressing rooms.
"I will check on you, Harry. Make sure you have them on properly!" With that said, Draco went inside a vacant room and closed the door behind him.
Harry sighed and trudged over to the rooms with heavy steps. He saw the clerk from last time. She giggled when she saw him again.
"Mr. Potter, your fiancé is really… special," she said. Harry chuckled and winked at her.
"Yeah, he is." Harry gave the girl a wave and went into the room next to Draco's.
HPDMHPDMHPDM
"Very nice…" Draco commented as he held Harry at arms' length. "This dark blue robe looks good on you." Draco hummed appreciatively. "I tried this one on earlier and thought it might go well with our white and silver theme."
"You think so?" Harry asked. He looked down his body, smoothed his hand over the front and smiled. "Yeah, I was thinking it would actually go well with white."
"For once, I think you're right," Draco said, smirking. Harry huffed, but was smiling.
"So, are we getting this then?"
"Yes, I think we are," Draco answered. "Take it off and put your clothes back on. We're going to give the tailor the exact measurements so that the robes will look perfect."
Harry was in a much better mood when he and Draco brought their robes to the tailor. After giving the man the measurements, he told the couple that their robes would be ready in three days. At first, Draco had protested and yelled, asking the tailor why it would take so long to fix the robes. It wasn't until Harry soothed his fiancé's temper that the tailor explained there were other robes for him to do. Three days to finish was the fastest he could have them ready. While Draco grumbled, Harry thanked and apologized to the tailor profusely. The man good-naturedly laughed and told Harry it was understandable.
"Draco, you shouldn't have yelled at him. If he had a nasty temper, he would probably refuse to make our robes." They were now walking to an Apparation point to apparate back to their house. "And I'm sure you wouldn't want me to show up at our wedding naked. I'm not like you; I don't have a lot of formal attire."
Draco stopped walking and turned to face Harry. Wrapping his arms around the shorter man, Draco pulled Harry close.
"Nobody will live if they see your gorgeous body without clothes covering it. Your naked body is for my eyes only, Harry."
"Possessive, aren't you?" Harry asked cheekily; he tilted his head and kissed Draco. "Now, bring us home, love."
"Hold on," Draco said.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut and the next thing he felt was the pulling sensation at his navel as Draco apparated them both back to their house.
"Years of apparating and you still don't have the hang of it," Draco laughed, "and you were holding on to me. I'm not even going to ask how you can end up on the floor."
Harry glared up at the blond; he was flat on his back in their living room. Draco held out his hand and Harry grabbed it. Malfoy pulled his lover off the floor and brushed Harry's jacket.
"I hate Apparation. I also hate the Floo," Harry grouched. Draco hummed and continued to pat away the dust on Harry's jeans. "I never land properly, especially when I'm using the Floo. It spits me out and… You've seen me. I'm either on my arse or on my face."
"And your back, Harry, can't forget that," Draco added. Harry punched Draco on his bicep. "What? You were just on your back, glaring up at me."
"Shut up," Harry chuckled, "you have to teach me how to land on my feet someday."
"You can't learn it. It's the natural grace I have since birth that let me stand on my own two feet," Draco said pompously. "Just admit you are not graceful in any way."
"Ha. Ha. Very funny," Harry muttered. "I am graceful… just not graceful in the traveling area." Suddenly, Harry pulled Draco flushed against him. He moved his head to the side, his mouth very near Draco's sensitive ear. "However, I am certainly graceful in bed, wouldn't you agree?"
Draco shivered as Harry's breath ghosted over his ear. "Mm… Can't argue with that."
With a small growl, eyes glowing with want, Harry dragged his fiancé to their bedroom. Harry was dead set in showing Draco just how graceful he really was.
Harry practically threw Draco onto their bouncy bed. The blond yelped as he was unceremoniously dropped on his arse. He sat up with a huff and glared at Harry; the green-eyed man smiled lazily and sat on Draco's lap.
"You said I'm not graceful in any way, but am graceful in bed." Harry placed a finger on Draco's clothed chest and traced the hard muscle underneath. Malfoy's breath hitched. "Well, I'm going to get you for saying that. I'm going to show you just how elegant I am."
Draco looked down the tip of his nose. Harry's fingers were now brushing against his heated skin; the brunet had already unbuttoned his shirt. The fingertips tickled a bit, but at the same time felt really nice. Potter looked away from his fiancé's chest and up into Draco's grey orbs. They stared at each other until Harry smirked at the blond.
"Take it off, Draco," he murmured, "take it all off and let me see your gorgeous body." Harry then leaned in and gave Draco a bruising kiss.
Draco moaned into their kiss as his own hands clumsily tried to take off his offending shirt. His hands fumbled and shook; his lungs felt about to burst. Draco pulled away reluctantly and chucked his shirt somewhere to his right. Harry chuckled in amusement as they both took a breather. The green-eyed man gently pushed Draco down, silently asking the other to lie on the bed. Draco took the hint and slowly went down with Harry now draped on top of him, their legs tangled at their ankles.
"How are you going to do anything when you're just lying there…" Draco framed Harry's face and pulled him down. Their lips met and just when Harry wanted to deepen their kiss, Draco moved his face away. "… Harry, I thought you were—"
Draco didn't have the chance to finish that sentence for Harry had made his trousers and shirt disappear.
"Harry! That shirt was expensive! I better find it later on."
Potter chuckled fondly and gave Draco a small thrust; Malfoy moaned. The friction wasn't much but it was enough to send sparks of pleasure up his spine.
"You-Don't you dare stop, Potter," the blond hissed; Harry smirked and stopped circling his hips. Draco growled. "Damn it! You –"
"I what?" Harry asked; he muttered a spell under his breath. His own clothes disappeared and Harry sighed blissfully at the skin on skin contact.
"Fuck… Harry, stop teasing me and get on with it!"
"What if I don't?" Harry asked.
"Then you can go sleep on the fucking couch for a month!" Draco threatened. Harry gulped nervously. When Draco gave threats, they were usually true.
Harry moved his head and pressed his lips on Draco's ear. "Do you want to fuck me hard, Draco? Or do you want me to make you not be able to walk for three days straight." Harry nipped the soft flesh of the earlobe and felt Draco shiver against him.
Harry slunk down with the grace of a snake; went down the length of Draco's pliant body. As he went lower, Harry placed soft kisses on every inch of skin he reached, making his fiancé whimper. Draco sucked in his breath when Harry bit his hipbone. Draco was ticklish there.
"Harry… Please… I…" Draco swallowed with some difficulty. He was hard as a rock. So hard that Draco thought his cock could drill through glass.
But Harry wasn't paying any attention to his rigid column of flesh. The dark-haired man was still busy licking and nipping his soft skin.
Not that Draco minded.
Harry stopped what he was doing; he looked up at Draco through half-lidded eyes and smiled. Lips were then pressed gently on the one place Draco wanted Harry to pay attention to.
"Harry, please…" Draco begged his fiancé; Harry now sucking on the head of Draco's cock. "If-if you continue…" Draco gasped when the dark-haired man took more of him. He gurgled when he felt Harry's tongue caress his heated flesh.
Harry smiled, or tried to at least. He hummed in pleasure when Draco yanked at his hair. The vibrations from Harry's hum sent tingles to Draco's groin; he wasn't going to last long.
"I-No! No, what are you doing!?" Draco asked frantically when Harry pulled back with a small 'pop'; his lips glistening with spit and pre-come. Draco was so close!
"You asked me to not tease you…" Harry murmured huskily. "Sit against the pillows, love."
"What…" Draco looked at Harry but at the same time scooted backwards until he hit the pillows.
Harry straddled his blond lover; he sat right above Draco's crotch and began rocking back and forth, circling and rubbing against Draco's throbbing cock. Draco closed his eyes and hissed; he bucked his hips upward, meeting Harry's rocking.
The green-eyed man braced himself by putting his hand on Draco's sweaty chest. He went on his knees and that was when Draco got the message.
"Are you sure you want to do this? You don't usually…" Draco trailed off.
Harry chuckled. "Ride you? I know, but I want to make you feel good… I want your big, hard cock inside me. Right now, Draco." Harry then reached behind him and started fingering himself; he bit his lips enticingly and looked at Draco with half lidded eyes.
Draco watched, fascinated, as his fiancé pressed one finger and then two into his entrance. He didn't know when his own hand had gone down and started stroking himself. As Harry's moans got louder, Draco's hand stroked faster. When he was so very close, Harry suddenly grabbed his wrist and yanked his hand away.
"Don't you dare," Harry growled; he moved forward and slowly, agonizingly slow, sat down. Both of Draco's hand flew to Harry's hips, guiding the man down onto his aching cock.
Harry worried his bottom lip. He seldom was the bottom. Harry took a deep breath and sat down and went back up. He kept on doing this until he didn't feel the burn and felt himself loosen. Finally, he sat all the way down, taking all of Draco.
Malfoy took a shuddering breath and pulled Harry to him. "Harry… So good… tight…"
"Mm… I-I… Love having you in me…" Harry went up and slammed down. He and Draco howled their pleasure at the same time.
They moved together, like a couple dancing. Draco thrust up as Harry went down, riding Draco hard and fast. They panted and sweat. Grey eyes met green and both saw all the love they had for each other.
Harry bent his head and buried his face in Draco's neck. He let out whimpers on every upward thrust Draco gave. Malfoy grunted; he could feel the velvety warmth of Harry. He could feel everything as his cock slid up into lovely heat. Harry was tight and that was due to the fact Harry was usually the top, the dominant. But every once in awhile Harry would let Draco take over and be on top. Like today.
"God, Harry… I-I…"
Harry mewled when Draco brushed against his prostate. His own hand wrapped around his neglected erection. Harry began fisting himself, his pace matching Draco's thrusts. The coil in his belly became tighter and Harry knew he was close. When he felt it coming, Harry bit down into the soft skin of Draco's shoulder, eliciting a cry from the blond. Harry came, splashing his and Draco's chest with white ropes of semen.
The rhythmic contractions pulled Draco over the edge. With two more hard upward thrusts, Draco came, coating Harry's insides with his seeds. The lovers sighed and Draco flopped backwards, slid down, his head landing on the pillows, and took Harry with him. The green-eyed man winced when Draco's softened cock slipped out. He smiled sleepily as he felt the come dribble out, landing on the bed sheet.
"That… That was amazing," Draco gasped breathlessly, "we should do it more often." He was rubbing comforting circles on Harry's back.
"No way… Today was your lucky day. You're not going to top that often," Harry murmured tiredly, "and my arse is sore." He rolled off of Draco and snuggled into his fiancé's chest. "Sleep. I'm tired…"
Draco snorted but complied; he closed his eyes, a soft smile gracing his face. Malfoy wrapped an arm around the smaller man and pulled Harry closer.
"I love you, Harry…" Draco whispered, thinking that Harry was asleep.
But Harry wiggled and kissed Draco's chest. "Love you, too."
With that, they slept.
15 January 2009
"How many times do we have to go over this?" Harry asked exasperatedly. He held up a flimsy piece of invitation card and waved it around in front of his face. "This—" Harry shook the card, "—is the tenth design we looked at. How much more are there?" Harry let out an agitated sigh when all Draco did was sniff and plucked the card away from his fingers.
"There are plenty more, I assure you," Draco answered; he handed the card back to Megan, the wedding designer. "I'll pick the design and you choose the color."
"Fine," Harry huffed and pulled a huge book that had all the colors he could choose from closer to him.
Megan took the proffered card gingerly and cleared her throat. They had been picking out invitation designs for the past hour. Draco wanted one thing while Harry could care less. She shook her head at the couple; they were too busy bickering about the colors to notice her.
"Why the hell would people want to receive a grey colored card?!"
"Oh, I don't know, Draco… Maybe because this color goes well with the font we chose?" Harry retorted.
"No, it doesn't! Grey… Grey makes everything so gloomy! Do you want people to think that our wedding will be boring?! It's a wedding, not a funeral!" Draco cried; he yanked the book away from Harry and began flipping through the pages.
"What?!" Harry sat back in his chair, defeated. "Do you want red or something bright? I sure as hell wouldn't want a bright red card. That's cheery though, if that's what you want," Harry added sarcastically, "and I thought you were doing the designs!"
Megan covered her mouth and smothered a bubble of laughter that threatened to burst out. They were just so cute to watch.
"Excuse me, gentlemen," Megan said softly. Both Draco, who stopped flipping through pages, and Harry turned to look at her expectantly. "Um, if you don't mind me giving out some suggestions…"
"No, we don't mind," Harry said. "I think it would be best if you pick a color for us." Harry smirked at his fiancé. "I think Draco have half the mind to choose pink." Green eyes landed on the page Draco was on and indeed there were different shades of pink in there.
Draco blushed and quickly turned the page; it was the blues now. "I do not want pink." He sniffed daintily. "Pink is such a feminine color."
"That really depends on the shade, Mr. Malfoy," Megan said. "If you choose the light pink…"
"No, we're not taking pink!" Draco grouched. "Light pink is more suitable if we were announcing that we had a little baby girl."
"That's not going to happen any time soon," Harry mumbled.
"Exactly," Draco agreed. "It won't happen unless Harry takes a potion or something…"
"Are you serious!?"
Draco snickered and kissed Harry's cheek. "Just kidding, my love. Nothing can make a wizard pregnant, magically or potions."
Potter let out a relieved sigh. "Thank god. I was worried that…" Harry pressed his hand on his abdomen.
Draco chuckled and took the hand in his. "Even though we're wizards, Harry, we still can't make ourselves be able to carry a child to term. I'm afraid if we really want kids, we have to adopt." Draco squeezed Harry's hand when the brunet looked at him in awe. "I never said I didn't want children, love. I know they won't be ours biologically, but I think we both would love them just the same."
Harry smiled lovingly at the blond. "Yeah… We will, won't we?"
Megan giggled at the soon to be married couple. "I quite agree with Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter. You guys can adopt a little girl or boy and I'm sure you and Mr. Malfoy will love them tremendously."
"Thank you, Ms. Valen," Harry whispered. He looked at Draco and smiled. "What do you think of this beige color I saw earlier?" Harry pulled the book back and flipped to the page filled with cream colors. "I think this will go well with everything. It's not white and it's not brown. It's nice with the lettering on the card, don't you think?"
"It's not bad," Draco said; he looked at the color. "I guess this could be the color for our cards."
"Really?" Harry asked excitedly. I just want to leave… I don't give a damn what color they are.
"Hm, yes… I think it will do." Draco pushed the book to Megan. "We'll use this shade of beige for the cards."
"Very well." Megan took the book and then scribbled something into her notebook. "Now, gentlemen, about the words you want to have inside the card…"
Harry groaned.
Draco beamed at the woman.
It seems they were stuck here for quite some time.
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A/N: Oh my god. I am really sorry. I was stuck on the bedroom scene… -cough cough- I always have trouble writing those. Then there's school and stuff… My life had been busy lately. Well, here's the fourth chapter. Their wedding won't be happening any time soon ;D
Thanks for reading! :D
