*I'm warning you. There WILL be smut in this chapter.*
Chapter 10:
Draco watched out of the window of the precarious-looking house, observing what was happening on the lawn below. A long white carpet trailed from the back door all the way to a brightly adorned altar. Chairs were lined up on each side, the left half entirely reserved for Weasleys. Ginny, only a speck of fiery red hair from his top-floor perch, was arguing loudly with the greying Mrs. Weasley over who should sit next to who.
The room he was in used to be Ron's. Chudley Cannons posters covered every inch of wall, and attractive young Quidditch players waved at him from all angles, smiling. Draco smiled back, quietly happy.
He felt at peace. It was a bizarre feeling for him. It made him uncomfortable, actually, to not have anything to worry about. Just for something to do, he straightened the lapels of his unwrinkled white suit jacket.
"I still think you should have worn a dress," called a baritone voice from the doorway. Draco stood, turning around, and was swept into a hug by his old friend, Blaise Zabini.
"You wish, Zabini. On that note, when's Hermione going to be getting her dress, hmm?" Draco smiled. Blaise laughed in that deep way that echoed throughout the house.
He leaned in to whisper something in Draco's ear. "Soon, my friend, soon."
Draco turned back to the window after Zabini left to find his soon-to-be fiancé. Hundreds of flowers had adorned the setup outside while he was distracted. "It's hard to believe this is all for me," he mumbled as a white piano appeared out of thin air and a pianist soon sat down at its keys. He could hear faint strains of music as the man started to practice.
The sound of a bottle of champagne being opened reached his ears. The party had begun early, it seemed. People were already filling in the rows of seats below, and Draco could tell the Weasley side would have no spare seats. He looked into the mirror nearby and stood, crouching a bit to avoid hitting his head on the low ceiling. He could imagine how hard it would have been for the 6'5 Ronald Weasley.
He ran a hand through his silky blonde hair, noting that he should have gotten it trimmed before today, the biggest day of his life so far. He looked good in is suit, he noted to himself, happy that he finally weighed more than 140 pounds. That, of course, was mostly because of Molly's cooking and Ron's replicas of her meals.
A knock turned him around to see his three gorgeous bridesmaids in full regalia. Ginny's long red hair was pinned to one side, falling gracefully curled over her right shoulder, revealing her slender neck. She, like the other girls, wore silver, but all of their dresses suited them. Ginny's dress fell to the floor, accentuating her height. The chest was cut very shallowly, a topic of concern for Molly, but it made her look like a goddess. Hermione was just as beautiful. Her curly hair was tamed into a brown sheet that fell to her bare shoulders. Her dress skimmed the middle of her calf and was sleeveless, showing skin that most people had never seen before. Luna looked like the moon she was named for. Her corn silk hair was pulled into a tight knot, and her silver dress covered her neck, yet was sleeveless, and was nearly floor-length like Ginny's.
Draco was nearly in tears after his inspection of his friends, his former enemies, his bridesmaids. They hugged him tightly, each planting a light kiss on his cheeks.
"You know, Molly said we should get in our places," Luna said in the wispy tone she always had, and Hermione nodded in agreement. They took Draco's hand and led him to the kitchen, where Harry, Zabini, and Neville waited. The pianist started playing a heavily embellished bridal march and the girls lined up next to their significant others, joining hands. With each queue, the couples left, and, suddenly, Draco was alone. His heart fluttered. He was about to be married.
Draco waited nervously for his queue in the song, hands sweating, Adam's apple twitching with each swallow. And then, he heard it. The collection of notes that meant he could go outside, go to his boyfriend, fiancé, husband. He plastered a smile onto his face, and strode out the doors, only to be surrounded by his new family. He tried to avoid tearing up. Mad-Eye Moody, who would be the officiator at this wedding, stood next to Ron under the flower-coated trellis.
Ron looked lovely in the grey suit he wore. His red hair, tamed for once, fell nearly to his chin. He had a light coating of stubble on his face that he had refused to shave, claiming it will be a beard in no time. It had been the same length for weeks, but that's alright, because Draco liked it.
Before he knew it, Draco was at the altar, and his hands were being placed in Ron's, and Mad-Eye Moody was asking him if he took Ronald Billius Weasley to be his wedded husband and he said "Oh, yes, a million times yes," and that was that.
The reception seemed to drag out entirely too long for the married couple. While their friends got drunk all around them, they couldn't seem to concentrate on anything but their honeymoon, and what exactly they would do during said honeymoon.
People had given them gifts, most of which were cozy, homey things, like silverware and plates and a new microwave, things they would use, surely, but not remember. Fred and George got them the best gift, a gift given in secret, gifts they couldn't share the details of with anyone else.
Inside the seemingly inconspicuously wrapped box was a set of handcuffs, a tube of apple-scented lubricant, and two pairs of sheer boxers, one blue like Ron's eyes, the other grey like Draco's. Draco blushed even thinking about the box, but it made Fred and George laugh to see his reaction.
After the party dissolved a bit, Ron came up to his husband, wrapping his arms around his slender waist, and biting his ear. "Are you ready to leave?"
"Yes please," Draco stuttered.
And, in a flash, they were in the beachside cabin they had agreed on staying in weeks ago. Right now, though, the beach was the least of their worries. Draco struggled with the buttons on his shirt while Ron opened the glass doors, letting in the salty, sensuously warm sea breeze. Draco had not yet unbuttoned by the time Ron strode over to him, and Ron knelt to finish unbuttoning the bottom of his shirt, his face perfectly in line with Draco's growing hard-on. Draco struggled not to push his hips that last inch. Ron pulled down Draco's dress pants excruciatingly slow, savoring in Draco's frustrations.
Draco, who was starting to sweat slightly from the hot air in the room, totally disregarded the expense of Ron's clothes and ripped off his shirt, sending more than a few buttons clattering to the wood floor. The pants were dispatched with haste. And there they were; two men stripped to their underwear, sticky with sweat. They took a moment to simply admire, and then it was back to business.
Ron grabbed Draco, lifting him up, holding his body close to his, and kissing him with an intensity that they had not ever reached before. Ron could feel Draco's barely contained cock rub against his bare stomach, arousing him even further. Draco pulled his mouth away from Ron's to kiss his neck, biting it just enough to bruise it. Ron moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Draco throbbed, begging for Ron to suck him.
Ron turned and practically tossed Draco onto the bed and shed his underwear while Draco watched. Ron then jumped onto Draco, kissing him again, his tongue working its way further down Draco's throat. Ron slid a hand down the back of Draco's underpants and grabbed his ass and kneaded a cheek roughly. Draco moaned at the shock of Ron's cold hands touching his burning skin.
Ron's hand then shed Draco of the underwear and flung them across the room to join the rest of their clothes. Draco was about to explode if he didn't get any release. He could feel precum trickling out of his tip to rub onto Ron's stomach. Ron's cock briefly slid across Draco's ass. Draco, frustrated, aligned himself with it and forced Ron inside. The two gasped, and Ron started thrusting to the beat of the waves outside. Each movement of Ron's hips made Draco's moans get louder, each stroke rubbed against Draco's G-spot.
Ron moaned loudly, speeding up. "Draco…" And then it was over. Draco was filled with Ron's seed, and it started to trickle out of his asshole onto the sheets. Draco realized that he, too, had cum, as it was smeared onto his stomach, and on Ron's. The two then embraced, letting the ocean sounds lull them into a contented sleep.