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Hey guys! I'm back! Yes, back! I've been gone forever. I'm a freshman in college now! Yay. I've got fun new stories planned. I'm going to do a Draco/Neville soon that is going to be extremely different from this Draco and Neville. And I'm going to try something new on you! Here's the chapter, loves.

Chapter Ten Do Not Return

"What the hell did he do to him?" Voldemort snapped and threw a leather bound book across the floor. It hit the wall with a soft thump as he fell back in a chair with a sigh. Lucius offered him a drink full of dark brown liquor, and Voldemort drained it gratefully. "I think the only one to fix this part of the spell must be Dumbldore, Lucius." He said quietly and the blond nodded his head in agreement, not speaking.

Voldemort intimidated him horribly. Now that he was so handsome he reminded Lucius more of the devil then anything else. Beautiful, irresistible, and deadly. Not to mention a few other words he didn't even want to think in Voldemort's presence.

Voldemort stood from his chair after a moment and crossed the room, pulling the door open. He caught Harry in his arms, as the boy had been pressed against the door, trying to listen. "Let us go get some rest, hmm?" He said, his tone just barely hinting at what he really meant. Harry smiled and nodded, walking up towards the stairs with his husband. He pulled out his quill and parchment on his way there and began to write about what had happened at the plant store with Draco, Neville, and him.

Voldemort read it carefully then passed it back. "Draco is a high breed of wizard." He said softly. "Neville is not." He answered and Harry sighed. That didn't seem to be the only explanation to him, but it didn't look like his husband was in the mood to talk about it, so he let it drop. He stepped into their bedroom and started for the bed as Voldemort shut the doors and locked them. And in the next moment he was grabbed up from behind and tossed on the bed, Voldemort quickly following.

Harry parted his lips, saying something Voldemort of course could not hear, as the tall man magicked his clothes away, and then his own, flipping Harry over on his stomach. Harry' squeezed his eyes shut and gave a silent moan as Voldemort ran his fingers down his back. He had not been expecting such sudden passion from the other.

The man above him leaned down, biting his shoulder softly, then trailed down his back, kissing and biting. He stuck his tongue roughly and suddenly inside Harry and the dark haired boy tipped his head back, his mouth wide open. Voldemort gave a low growl from inside his chest and jumped on him like a hungry animal, forcing his way inside easily. And then he froze, panting on top of Harry and laid his head on his shoulder, his weight settling on top of him. "Damn it." He spat angrily. "I can't do this, Harry. Not when you aren't making any noise." Harry didn't move, he just laid there panting. He didn't know what to tell Voldemort. He loved being touched by him, he simply couldn't respond the way he wanted anymore.

He shifted and rolled over under him, both of them flinching as they came apart. Harry kissed him lightly and patted his cheek gently. "It's okay." He said, hoping the other could see the words forming.

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"What's it like, being in love?" Draco asked, looking across the long dinner table at Harry and Voldemort. Harry had a faint outline of Voldemort's teeth on his neck, and was rather embarrassed by it, trying to hide.

"Exhausting and fulfilling at the same time." Voldemort answered and Harry hit him lightly. He scribbled quickly on some parchment and Voldemort magicked it across the table for him to Draco.

"Harry says 'It's the most wonderful thing in the world.'" Draco frowned and looked up. "You two are no help."

"What do you expect? Young love can never describe it in its fullness." Lucius said, sipping his tea.

"And how would you say being in love feels, Lucius?" Voldemort asked, cocking his head.

"A daunting task that must be approached carefully. Each move and matter is of epic importance when it comes to the one you love. It must be well thought out. And if it is right, then you will be happy." Lucius smiled at Narcissa, who scowled back at him, not impressed.

"Love is a flower. If you water it and beam enough sun down, it will grow to be big and vibrant." She said in a crisp tone.

"Typical female answer." Voldemort muttered into his cup and Harry snorted loudly.

"Come on, Harry. Let's leave the old timers to their games." Draco said, getting out of his chair and headed over to the other. Harry got up and pecked Voldemort on the lips, then followed after the blond, heading down the long stair case for the front door. Their conversation about love had taught him something, though.

"It is your father holding you back, isn't it?" He wrote and Draco glared, knowing what he was talking about right way. Harry continued to write and Draco read over his shoulder, frowning. "But it isn't your heritage or his. It's your sexuality." He continued and Draco snatched the parchment, burning it again. He looked around, as if Lucius was breathing down their necks watching.

"Okay, look." Draco sighed. "My father doesn't mind fanny chasers like you and Voldemort any. But he thinks that you can learn to be with anyone, if you have to." He sighed. "Dad wants me to marry this man. This older man. At first it was this stupid girl, but once I was stolen away he got all worried about me and changed my fiancé without even asking. I'm supposed to go with who he wants me to." He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. Harry was already writing, he'd started before Draco had even finished.

"You can't let your dad just pick for you!" It read. "You must go and love Neville. And when your dad gets mad about it, Neville will be there to show him why he's right for you."

"Yeah, because life is simple like that." Draco retorted, but he walked with Harry to the plant shop, frowning to himself. Neville was not like a girl, or the old man that could protect him. Draco was more powerful and better bread and he wanted to do awful, evil things to Neville's rear. His father would hate the match. But what could he do if they were already together? And it was in that moment that it hit him.

"We have to get married." He breathed and Harry glanced at him, surprised. "But I need a ring." Harry rolled his eyes at him. Straight to marriage? That was awfully fast.

Draco was taking off though, so he followed him, back tracking to a jewelry store. Draco had a wedding ring meant for his significant other at home that had been a family heirloom for years. But he didn't want to use that old thing to ask Neville. He began to look around at the rings, spotting the one almost immediately. Harry stood back, shocked at Draco's sudden turn around. He looked around at all the people and a bit of sunlight hit his eyes. He pulled the hood over his sensitive face, missing the ring Draco bought as he did so. And the blond was running again. Harry sighed and followed, annoyed by all this running. Draco couldn't seriously think he could make this happen in a day.

But it seemed he did, as he ran straight into the plant shop. He skidded to a stop inside, panting and looked around, spotting the boy. Neville had mud smudged all over his clothes, face and hair, and had several tiny pots with tiny new plants inside, setting each carefully in the window. Draco didn't look around at anyone, heading straight for Neville and grabbed his shoulder as he was placing the last plant and spun him around. The pot hit the ground with a crash and Neville sighed, bending to pick the little pot up again.

"Draco, what's wrong with you?" He asked, scooping the dirt up and placing it and the broken put on the counter. He blinked down at the pale white hands as they grabbed his own and looked into those silver eyes.

"Neville. I'm in love with you. I hate your bloody plants, and they hate me. But I love you. And I'd spend every day around plants for you. And that's why I'm always here." He breathed. "And, I've just suddenly realized that I will never have you if I don't have you now. So." He pulled out the ring and put it in his finger. "You will marry me. Now."

Harry watched Neville red face carefully. He went from embarrassment, to shock, to joy, to shock again, to total out of his mind fear. That was kind of unexpected.

"Draco. You-your dad-"

"Is just a person, Neville." Draco assured. "I won't let him hurt you. Come on, we need to get find a priest." He insisted and Neville shook his head.

"I'm dirty. And in my work clothes. And what will we do then? Draco, why are you acting so-"

"I'm in love. And love doesn't need to be calculating or slow." Draco hauled him down and kissed him with rough passion. "Come on, Neville. Who cares what you're wearing?" He pulled the boy out of the shop and Harry stared after them a moment. He shook his head and followed at a slower pace. He didn't think he'd be the wittiness to Draco's wedding today, but life seemed to always be a surprise anymore. He smiled as Draco and Neville held hands, heading towards the church.

I forgot where I was going with this story, so I'm shooting the breeze right now. Wedding and wedding night next chapter!