Finally

by unicornball

Harry and Draco find themselves in Forks, WA. Naturally, we're dealing with your good ol' werewolves and wizards combo. (HP/JB, DM/OMC. M/M slash. [Lots of] Mpreg. Rated M; mature content and language) Complete.

11. Chapter 11

Leah stalks down the hallway, her nose twitching with the nearly cloying smell of sex and she growls. This is another thing she really hates about being a fucking werewolf; the heightened sense of smell. It is rarely a good thing, in her opinion. And besides, aren't those damned charms (or spells or whatever the fuck they call them) supposed to keep that sort of thing away?

She had barely gotten any sleep and refused to toss and turn in her bed any longer. She wasn't keen on the idea of waking her mom; she had drifted off soon after her soothing soak and Leah had no interest in being the one to bother her mom. She'd scooped Leo up from her pillow and slipped out of her room, muttering under her breath about coffee to the sleepy kitten.

It isn't fucking fair. Nearly everyone is getting laid but her. She glares at the door leading to Seth's room and shudders. OK; not everyone. Seth is, as usual, only getting any from himself. She does not need the image of her brother flailing away on himself in her mind.

Her gaze drifts back to the door before she can help herself. Seth is rooming with Harry's wizard friend and she's annoyed with herself when she doesn't make her mind shy away from image of him flailing away on himself.

Neville.

She catches herself before she can shiver or sigh like some girly fool.

She pauses and enjoys the mental images for longer than she probably should have. A grin pops up on her face as she imagines him with a big dick. In her experience, shy guys were either hung like a horse or an infant. She can admit to herself that she checked him out; it certainly wasn't itty bitty. It really wasn't her fault; the guy kept pulling at the seat and crotch of his jeans (apparently not used to wearing them). Who wouldn't look when he was bringing such attention to the area?

Dammit. Now she feels like a complete perv standing outside a stranger's door and imagining him jerking off. She sucks her teeth in annoyance and continues down the hall to the stairs ignoring Leo's feline laugh at her expense.

She frowns as she thinks about the tingling she felt when she sat near the wizard last night. She'd scoffed when Jake went all goo-goo eyed talking about the thrilling electric jolt he feels when Harry's magic touches him; now she's scoffing at herself.

It doesn't mean a fucking thing, she tells herself firmly.

Maybe Neville is stronger, has more magic, than Harry and Draco; that would explain why she'd felt that invigorating tingling from him and not at all from the other two wizards. She firmly refuses to think there is any other reason for it.

He might look like a nice guy, a really nice guy, but she can tell Neville is another bad-ass. Harry only has nice things to say about him and hints numerous times how helpful Neville has been to him in the past. In his dangerous past. The mental image of Neville being a bad-ass does unwanted (well, mostly just inconvenient) things to her body.

A delicious little shiver goes through her before she can stop it.

She'd kept her eyes away from the dark haired strange wizard the entire night, firmly convincing herself she didn't give a shit if he thought she was rude. She never cares when someone thinks she's rude and it irritates her that she cares what he thinks. Even if only a little. She intends to continue that trend for as long as possible.

She huffs and stalks down the stairs, ignoring the soft feminine sighs behind another door as she goes. She rolls her eyes; yet more people lucky enough to be getting some. She grumbles at their lack of thought to put one of those silence spells (charms or whatever the fuck) on their door; who wants to hear that shit this early in the morning?

She rolls her eyes with an annoyed growl; oh, yeah, this is going to be a fucking wonderful morning.

~oOo~

Draco's eyes flutter open briefly and he moans softly. Merlin, he loves waking up to Joe's mouth wrapped around him. He shifts a bit so he can cage Joe's body with his legs and smiles at the surprised gasp he hears from between his legs.

He doesn't know why it's a surprise he is awake; he never sleeps through Joe's ministrations. He slowly cracks an eye open, burying a hand in a mass of dark hair, letting his smile grow when he meets dark hooded eyes when Joe glances up to look at him through his dark lashes.

"Not that I'm complaining, but why aren't you sleeping?" Draco asks, voice quiet and a bit husky with sleep. It's ridiculously early in the morning. It's barely approaching dawn; there's only a soft purplish light coming through the windows.

Joe shrugs and bends his head down to lazily draw his tongue over Draco's hard length. He makes a deliberate, obscene slurping noise as he circles his tongue around the tip and moans loudly, making a show of savoring the flavor on his tongue. His blonde especially gets off when he makes it clear how much he loves his cock. It really isn't hard to do, he does indeed love it.

He pulls back and nuzzles his nose into soft blonde curls, inhaling deeply before sighing with contentment. "Not tired," he finally murmurs, resting his cheek on one pale thigh. His eyes close with pleasure when he feels hands in his hair again but fly open again and he looks up in surprise when those hands tighten as Draco pulls his head up and forces him up his body.

"What?" He tries not to whine, but he's really not happy he doesn't get to finish.

"Did you sleep at all?" Draco asks softly as he draws his hand down to cup Joe's jaw. He eyes Joe closely, taking in the tired eyes and rumpled state.

He doesn't like going to sleep without Joe, but he didn't put up much of a fuss when he saw how upset Joe was last night. He knew Joe needed to work out some frustrations and he offered to help (waggling his eyebrows and arse suggestively, of course) but Joe had smiled softly, gave him a brief hard kiss and shook his head.

Only the obvious regret in his eyes kept Draco from pitching a fit like a spoiled brat, stamping his foot and demanding satisfaction. Apparently, Joe didn't want to take it out on Draco (no matter how many times the blonde assured him he could take whatever Joe could dish out) still feeling like a massive arsehole for his earlier behavior. Joe needed to run and howl, and as much as he obviously regretted turning down the offer of a hard fast shag, he had to do it alone.

"A little," Joe allows.

He doesn't share that he'd basically passed out in his wolf form after throwing a temper tantrum. He woke up in a thoroughly destroyed clearing in the woods behind the house, startled and lonely. He quickly phased back and made his way back to their room in a daze. He'd been ready to just curl up around his Draco and sleep but the amazing scent of Draco had him wide-awake, in every way.

Draco sighs and draws Joe up more, only slightly sorry to miss out on a brilliant blow job. "A little?" he asks skeptically, shifting and manipulating Joe until he's lying on his back. He smiles when Joe's arm snakes around his waist to hold him close. He sighs happily as he lays his cheek against Joe's warm chest, his hand splayed over his heart.

He lazily traces random patterns through the sparse hairs, barely holding back a dopey smile when he realizes he's mostly doodling hearts like some third year Hufflepuff.

Joe hums with sleepy pleasure when he feels cool fingers brush and caress along his chest and arm. His eyes feel heavy and he almost jerks himself awake so he can finish his earlier task but Draco's fingers work a kind of magic and he's nearly asleep when he hears Draco murmur softly in his ear. "Sleep now then, love."

He smiles softly when his blonde snuggles closer against his side, grateful he doesn't have to fall asleep alone again.

~oOo~

"Let them."

Jake can only sit back and stare at his dad with incredulous confusion. There is no way... he can't mean it. "What?" he whispers.

He looks over briefly at Harry, glad they are the only ones in the kitchen to hear the insane words coming out of his dad's mouth. Harry is paler than usual, looking miserable, his eyes firmly on his cooling mug of tea. Jake frowns slightly at the closed off expression on Harry's face. It's almost the same expression he woke up with and Jake wishes he'd taken more time that morning to try to wipe it off his face.

He shakes his head a little, getting rid of numerous arousing mental images and gives his attention back to his dad. His insane dad.

"You heard me, Jacob." Billy nods, as if he understands his son's shock. And, really, he does. "Let them," he repeats slowly. "Did you think I'd tell you to fight Sam and the others on this?"

Jake nods, his eyes narrowed. "Well. Yeah. I really thought you would." What the fuck? Why is his dad recommending that they basically roll over and let them get away with this?

Billy snorts a laugh and takes a long moment to enjoy his coffee. He doesn't know why it's so good; he watched Harry brew it using nothing but the usual process and usual things. Did he add a dash of cinnamon? Maybe the water is better here?

His musings are cut short by Jacob's impatient growl. "Huh? Oh, right." He chuckles but there is little humor in the sound. "Think about it, Jacob." He reluctantly puts down his coffee and leans forward in his wheelchair, poking a finger in the air. "If you try to fight this, what happens? We're 'let' back—" He makes air quotes as he says it with sarcasm, "But then what? Everyone will shun us."

He raises a hand, shaking his head sharply when Jacob opens his mouth to disagree. "They will and you know it."

It hurts him more than he can say that his son (and the other boys) is being treated this way. He never thought Sam and the tribe would react in this fashion over something that his son (or any member of the pack) has no control over; no one can decide their imprint. And no one can deny or refuse their imprint, either. Not without great cost to their health or life.

Anger simmers, sure those bastards would've been happier if his son had refused and just wasted away.

Not to mention he doesn't see why there can't be two packs. It's such old fashioned hogwash. It fills him with anger and frustration. That is another reason he has little desire to return; he doesn't think he'd be able to respect any of those people after all of this.

"I, for one, refuse to live that way. It's not like we don't know people off the rez." Charlie lives in town and he can't think of anyone else, besides Sue, that he really socializes with. He purses his lips in thought for a moment. "The other option?" He pauses again and grins when Jake leans forward, eager to hear his words.

"Yeah? What's the other option?" Jake finally asks, his impatience clear in the nearly growled question.

Billy grins. "You take the land away and make them find new homes." At Jacob's horrified expression he nods. "Exactly," he says and happily picks up his mug again, a smug smile his face.

He knows his son, and the young man beside him, well enough to know that isn't an option he'd consider. He isn't in the least happy with how things are turning out but he resigned himself to think of this as a new beginning. Harry's older friend, Remus, was immensely helpful with that realization. The older werewolf has an amazing (verging on saintly, really) amount of patience and looks at things with a calm he could probably never attain.

There is a reason for everything, clichéd but rather true, and he is determined to sit back and figure it out.

"But—" Jake sputters, his head whipping back and forth to look between his dad and Harry. "I can't do that." Harry is nodding along with him, his eyes wide and shocked.

Billy waves his hand dismissively. "If you mean you don't have the right, you're wrong." He raises an eyebrow at Jacob's surprised expression. "You're also wrong if you think you don't have the ability."

He doesn't mention that it would undoubtedly cause a long, messy legal battle; even if they had rights, there is no way there won't be a fight about it. He nearly shudders at the thought of having to deal with lawyers and the law.

"Huh?" Jake's eyes go wide again and he blindly reaches for Harry's hand, thankful it's clasped tightly a moment later. He runs his thumb over Harry's knuckles, the action soothing him somewhat. His head is practically swimming with everything his dad has been saying in the past few minutes and he's... confused. So confused.

Billy laughs quietly and shakes his head as he leans forward in his wheelchair. His voice is hard and serious. "You can. Why do you think you were meant to be Alpha, Jacob?" he asks, a small smirk on his face when he sees realization light in his son's eyes. "I know you wouldn't do something like that though, so why worry about it?" He leans back in his chair, with a satisfied grin on his face.

"Oh," Jake breathes and leans back in his chair as his head flops forward, his chin nearly touching his chest as he thinks. He doesn't doubt his dad, on either point, but he's not that kind of guy. He can't, and won't, bully people around.

After a long moment he looks to Harry, "What do you think?"

Harry blinks a few times, surprised but pleased to be asked his opinion. "That's up to you, love," he says quietly and gives Jake a small smile as he squeezes his hand.

He in no way looks forward to all of them being treated unfairly should they return. And it somehow feels wrong to follow the other option as well. Even if Jake is within his rights; it just feels wrong to uproot all those people. Just because they can. Just to prove a point. He is in complete agreement with Jake.

"Harry." Jake shifts in his chair, turning so his body is facing Harry as well. "I asked for a reason. What do you think?" he asks again, stressing each word in his question. He's going to ask everyone else, too, but he needs Harry's input first. It doesn't feel right to not ask him first.

Harry sighs and closes his eyes. He isn't one to just let people walk all over him, but the alternative is... unthinkable. He slowly opens his eyes, very aware of Billy across the table grinning at him as if he knows what Harry is going to say. Harry nearly smiles; he most likely does.

"I think you lot need to forget them and find another place for yourselves."

"See?" Billy says and slaps the arm of his chair with a shout of glee, pointing a finger at Harry as he grins at Jake. "Harry knows what's what." He sends Harry a pleased smile before focusing on Jacob again. "I know, it rankles something fierce to let them force us from our home, Jacob, but I think the alternative will be better. For everyone."

Even if he's not fully grasping the how, he knows his son will be having a family at some point and he refuses to think of his future grandchildren around the kind of people that would turn on Jacob and the other boys.

When Jacob just continues to sit there, looking dazed and slightly ill, he leans forward and grabs his son's free hand and wiggles it to get his attention. "You know what feels right, don't you, son?"

Jake nods blankly. "Yeah," he mutters hoarsely after a long moment. "I think I do..." he shifts his attention back to his dad. "I assume you got something in mind?"

"Not a damn clue, son," Billy says with a grin and shakes his head. He leans back and laughs at Jacob's annoyed expression. "Don't give me that look, Jacob. I know you'd rather talk to the boys... um, the pack about it," he hastily corrects, hoping Leah isn't anywhere near the area to hear his mistake. That girl will bitch and moan for who knows how long and he's got no patience at the moment.

He carefully balances his mug on his lap and wheels himself backwards. "I will gladly offer my wise words, but after you kids talk." He grins, enjoying the idea of being the 'elder'. "You boys are sticking around?" he asks, directing the question at Harry. Harry is well aware Billy is asking about him and Draco. He continues with a nod as if Harry has answered. "It's not like there's any rush to decide, right?" he sends Harry a fond smile and leaves, his mind already on the sports channel. "Oh, and congrats boys!" he hollers over his shoulder with a chuckle.

Jake groans softly. "Well, fuck," he mutters and lets his forehead land with a dull slapping thud into his palm. "Can you believe this shit?" he mumbles to the table. He's not sure if he's thinking aloud or asking Harry. When Harry makes a soft noise of agreement, he can't help the small smile on his face.

He swallows heavily and raises his head slowly. "You are sticking around, right?" he asks quietly.

He's mostly concerned about Draco. Now that the other wizard is fully attached to Joe (and by extension, the pack), he's still unsure what the blonde has planned for the foreseeable future and whether or not he'd try to drag Harry away. He wonders if this is something he should have asked before giving Harry a ring...

"Yeah." Harry shrugs one shoulder. "I hadn't planned on leaving everything entirely when I came here..." he trails off, very aware of the very warm hand now squeezing his painfully.

He looks up to meet Jake's eyes and he wants to curse when he see uncertainty and pain in them. Where else would he go, though? Home is now wherever Jake is. He tries to think of a reason to return to London and he can't.

Harry reaches up to stroke a thumb along Jake's cheekbone and smiles. "I can't imagine where else I'd want to be, love." When Jake sags with relief he grins. "Honestly. What did you think I was going to say?" he teases and resists poking Jake's stomach; he didn't want to move his hand from Jake's or his face.

Jake shrugs, still trying to breathe through the panic that constricted his chest moments ago. "Sometimes I don't know," he mumbles as he places a hand over the one Harry has on his face and leans into Harry's touch. "I get a little freaked out that I'm going to wake up and find this was some kind of fantastic dream."

He feels his cheeks heat; he hadn't meant to say that out loud. His eyes lock on the ring circling Harry's finger and he smiles as he runs a finger along it. Did he really expect his fiancé to just leave? He grins at the thought; fiancé. "It's not something we've talked about, so I wasn't sure." He would follow Harry no matter where the man went, even if he'd be torn and probably miserable leaving his new pack. It really only takes one look for him to realize Harry won't ask that of him, though.

"I know, it just never seemed important," Harry says and moves closer, his knees bumping lightly into Jake's. "It just seemed a given I'd stick around," he says honestly and moves even closer until he's nearly straddling Jake's lap. "But I want you to know, I'm not going anywhere without you. OK?" Jake nods and he smiles. "And we wouldn't go anywhere without a thorough and complete discussion about it." Jake nods again. Good. "Besides, even without a ceremony or a piece of paper, I'm yours."

He pulls out his wand, his thumb sliding along the smooth wood as he thinks, searching for the right words. Jake doesn't even blink anymore when he pulls his wand out, even though he's never sure where the hell he keeps it.

Harry can feel Jake's curious gaze on him and he smiles. "Did I ever explain what a Patronus is?" he asks. When Jake makes a vague sound and nods uncertainly (he did listen when Draco talked about Dementors or whatever those freaky sounding things were), he smiles. "It's hard to explain..." he trails off, his thumb back to sliding along his wand. "It's like a concentrated happy thought."

"You did mention it once," Jake says, a bit uncertainly. He didn't want to ask Harry for more details, he hated to see the dark shadows in his eyes the time he did mention it. He mostly remembers the flush of pride he felt when he'd learned that Harry learned such an advanced spell at such an early age.

He barely keeps his raging curiosity (and a tiny speck of annoyance, he can admit) about the subject change to himself; why is Harry talking about this now?

Harry nods and rubs the back of his neck, suddenly feeling nervous. "Well, a Patronus is different for everyone. If you can manage a corporeal one, a shape, you can't pick what it'll be. It's just... what it is. Yours. Generally it's an animal; supposedly symbolic of your inner self or some such rubbish. Mine was a stag." Jake's eyebrows perk at the word 'was'. He nods again, a small, shy smile on his face. "Until my fifth year," he says, a bit shyly. He quietly murmurs something and waves his wand.

Jake gasps, eyes wide, when a brilliant silvery plume of mist bursts from the end of Harry's wand. It immediately forms into a wolf and it frolics around the kitchen before coming to a stop in front of him. He grins when the wolf cocks its head at him. He nearly reaches a hand out to pet it, it looks so real.

"I didn't let anyone see it for awhile and the ones that did thought it changed because of Sirius," Harry says quietly and pauses for a moment, clearing his throat. Jake squeezes his hand briefly and gives him a small smile. "I thought it was strange and exciting when it changed but I knew it wasn't because of Sirius," he says, looking at Jake intently. "I've only recently figured out it was because of you."

He cups Jake's face, his thumb stroking softly along his strong jaw line and bottom lip. "It looks exactly like you," he murmurs quietly before his gaze drifts to the silvery wolf that's now sitting at their feet looking between them with interest.

Jake tears his eyes away from Harry to look at the wolf closely. It's only one color but he can easily make out details. He really doesn't know if it looks exactly like him, but he's sure Harry is right since he has seen him in his wolf form. He looks at the silvery wolf and he can believe it's a perfect replica of his wolf, if only smaller. And if he were silver. And misty. He smiles.

"Okay, so what does this all mean?" he finally asks, unable to help himself. It's thrilling to know and he feels insanely happy and touched with this knowledge nonetheless when he realizes he's effected something major. A surge of warmth goes through him; he's effected Harry's magic.

Harry laughs softly and flicks his wand. Jake watches as the wolf jumps to its feet (its mouth opening with a silent bark) and runs around the room again before disappearing through the wall in a puff of mist.

"I was upset it changed only for a moment. I felt like the Stag was my connection to my father. I felt torn when it changed; I missed having that connection but I was thrilled to have something that was mine. Just mine. You know?" Jake nods; he doesn't really but he certainly understands what Harry means. "So, what this all means, Jake my love, is that you're completely stuck with me. I'm going nowhere without you."

"Good," Jake says firmly, pulling Harry closer. He nuzzles the side of Harry's neck for a moment before he blurts out "But why did it change?"

Harry grins and leans back a little. "You." He pokes a finger gently into Jake's chest. "You changed it. I don't know why the timing was why it was, but I know it's a reflection of my connection with you. Our connection," he says, waving a hand between them.

Jake blushes darkly and Harry can't help poking him in the stomach playfully. "What?" he asks, smirking.

"Well, uh," Jake mutters and then clears his throat as he looks up at the ceiling. "If I'm doing my math right, it was probably around the time I, uh, wentthroughpuberty," he ends in a mumbled rush.

He doesn't want to mention how embarrassing it was to be one of the last of the guys he knew to finally hit puberty; but all was forgotten when he shot up practically overnight and he had more muscle than any of the other guys within months.

When Harry sends him a sweet smile instead of laughing at him, he meets his eyes again. "Would that do it?"

Harry hums thoughtfully and shrugs. "Maybe. It would make sense if you can't imprint before then." At Jake's nod, he bites his lip and stares down at Jake's chest not seeing Jake's raised eyebrow. "Do you only get one?"

"One what?"

"Imprint." Harry sucks his teeth in annoyance at having to spell it out for him.

Jake gives Harry a blank look. "Of course. How many should I have?" he asks with a cheeky grin.

"No," Harry huffs and slaps at his arm. "I mean… if you hadn't met me, would you like—" He waves a hand around a moment, lost for the right word, "reset and find someone else?"

Jake frowns slightly and he looks at Harry closely. "No. I just wouldn't find my other half and that would be that. We only get one and it's not even a guarantee we'll meet them." At Harry's sad face he leans forward and runs a finger down his cheek, kissing him softly. "But I did find you. So, don't worry about it, okay?" he whispers, sending a quiet thanks to whatever brought Harry half-way around the world and basically dropping him in his backyard.

"Alright," Harry finally smiles, and nods. "I suppose it's really stupid to worry about something that didn't happen." He sits closer and throws his legs over Jake's.

His mind is full of questions but he's at a loss as to what they are now that he's pressing close to Jake. He nearly groans aloud at the contact when he scoots closer, now straddling Jake and pressing close when Jake's hands slide under his arse and holds him. He knows they should talk more about the whole 'relocating the pack' thing but he's more interested in untucking Jake's t-shirt right now so he can run his hands along Jake's warm bare skin.

"What do you want to tell the others?" Harry murmurs, distracted as he runs his nails lightly down Jake's back.

Jake nods along. Really, how is he supposed to keep a running conversation with Harry when the man is practically squirming in his lap and he can feel the heat radiating off his body, slightly cool hands now sliding along his stomach and inching closer and closer to his shorts?

"What about Draco?" he murmurs after a long moment of sliding his hands up and down Harry's thighs.

"What about him?" Harry leans back slightly and blinks in confusion. He knows Jake has a reason for asking but he can't imagine what it can be. He can find no jealousy, that having disappeared long ago, just curiosity.

"I don't know," Jake murmurs, his mind foggy beyond any thoughts that aren't Harry. Or Harry's body pressing into his. Or Harry's hands running along his back under his shirt again as he presses closer so Jake can easily feel his growing arousal. "I don't give a shit about him," he mutters before leaning down and kissing Harry.

He smiles at the soft moan that immediately leaves Harry as he slides his lips against his as he tilts his head slightly to draw them closer. He's no longer surprised such a small noise can cause his whole body to flush with heat and desire. He firmly wraps his arms around Harry's back and brings him flush against his chest, moaning softly as Harry shifts and he easily feels Harry's quickly awakening arousal. He nearly blushes; it's almost ridiculous how fast and easily they affect each other. Handy, though.

An amused snort has them both jumping slightly. Harry whips his head around and nearly falls from Jake's lap, thankful Jake's hold tightens in his surprise.

"What about me?" Draco drawls from the doorway. He's leaning against the doorway, arms and ankles crossed with a smirk on his face. "And Jake, I'm hurt you don't care," he intones, mocking a pout as he places a hand over his heart.

Harry blinks and nearly slides off from his perch but Jake's arms tighten and he flicks his eyes downward, silently asking him to stay. He's not interested in Draco seeing either of them in such a state. Harry blushes lightly and settles back down into Jake's lap after a quick kiss on his neck, turning his head slightly to address the blonde now pouring himself some coffee. "What?"

Draco smirks again—still?—and raises a pinkie off the handle of the mug to point at Jake. "He said 'what about Draco?' so I'm curious, and repeat: What about me?" He lets the sugar hover over his coffee for a moment before giving it a brief stir and taking a long sip. Americans have shit tea but the coffee is nearly orgasmic.

"Huh?" Jake shakes his head, clearing it, before he grins. "Oh yeah. Sorry. Harry tends to scramble my brains," he grins at Harry and it grows when Draco laughs. He turns back to the blonde once his thoughts settle and he finally remembers what he was thinking earlier. "I was wondering what you planned to do. You know. Later." His hold on Harry tightens slightly as his earlier fears resurface.

Draco hums thoughtfully and sips his coffee for a moment as he thinks. What does he plan on doing? He certainly has no intention of going anywhere without Joe but he's not sure after that. He is growing to like America more and more, so staying isn't going to be nearly as hard as he first thought.

"Not sure, yet," he says and shrugs one shoulder. He gives the couple a long looking over and grins. "So, made any wedding plans?"

He nearly scowls in disappointment when they both beam goofy grins at each other instead of getting flustered and embarrassed. He sighs softly; it appears his days of embarrassing the pair are nearing an end. It was such fun, too. When they shake their heads and proceed to snuggle and kiss right in front of him, he clears his throat loudly.

"Don't you think you should make some plans?"

Harry snorts a laugh and grins back at Draco. "No."

"And why not?" Draco demands, looking affronted. He sees Jake looking just as confused. Surely the speccy git didn't intend on eloping or—he shudders delicately—do one of those boring, short ceremonies in an office in front of some official.

"I've got you to do that for me, don't I?"

Draco opens his mouth to deny it, and deny it vehemently, but closes his mouth when he realizes that Harry is completely right. He certainly isn't going to leave it to Potter to plan a wedding, even if it is his own. He visibly shudders at the idea. He sniffs and lifts his chin in the air. "As if you'd allow my genius."

Harry's eyes go wide and sincere. "I certainly would, Draco. This is like—" He waves a hand around in a circle, "Your thing." He looks at Jake for his input and only gets a shrug back.

Jake doesn't care as long as they get married and he doesn't have to wait too long.

"See? Even Jake knows this is your forte," Harry says brightly and sends an evil grin at the blonde and Draco nearly runs from the room at the look. "What about you and Joe?"

Draco snorts a short laugh and holds up his bare left hand in answer. He doesn't want to say that he's been waiting, and hoping, but he knows Harry can tell, damn him. "We're not rushing into anything," he finally answers.

Jake can only blink at Draco.

He knows Joe mentioned popping the question to Draco earlier, he even showed Jake the band he'd gotten. It's flashier than the one he got Harry; solid gold instead of platinum, with a line of small diamonds set along the entire center. What is Joe waiting for? It's obvious Draco won't say no and even more obvious he's expecting and hoping to be asked.

Jake just nods blankly, looking at Harry out of the corner of his eye. He sees the same expectant, confused look on his face. "Well," he says loudly and stands with Harry still wrapped around him. "I, for one, would love to finally see this broom flying business," he announces and nearly laughs aloud when both Harry and Draco share twin smirks and glare at each other with good-natured rivalry.

He mentally high-fives himself for the successful distraction.

"Yes, Potter. Release yourself and let me show your man how badly I can beat you," Draco says with a haughty little sniff and drains his mug with gulp, nearly throwing it in the sink in his zeal to get outside and flying.

Harry laughs, slapping at Draco. "Bring it, Malfoy," he taunts and shimmies himself off and away from Jake after a quick peck to his lips. "Did you even bring a broom, you tosser?"

Draco sniffs and brushes past him. "Of course, wanker."

With that they both scramble from the room and Jake laughs. They shove each other lightly and trash talk (Jake grins when he realizes he doesn't understand most of it) at each other as they make their way to the back patio doors. He follows and but waits just outside the doors when the wizards approach a small shed, still sending snarky comments to each other all the while, and disappear for a moment.

The wizards emerge side by side, each with a broom in hand. Draco's is dark, nearly black, with silvery twigs sticking out the back and Harry is holding the one Joe got for him. They both run a hand down the wooden handle and little foot holds pop out of the bristles.

Jake notices they're both grinning at each other like little kids as they finally make their way over to him.

He only half notices them; most of his attention is on the massive pitch he's standing on. He hadn't gotten a chance to see it since Draco got everything set up. It is impressive. Three large wooden spires (big hoops top each one, reminding Jake of huge sewing needles) rise up to dizzying heights on both side.

There's a definite thrum of magic to the area as well, but it's an overall feeling that just makes the hairs on his arms want to stand up. He can only guess at what kind of magical spells Draco put on the area.

Jake smiles as Harry hurries over to him, green eyes dancing with mirth and a grin plastered on his face. It takes a moment for him to catch his breath, reeling from the sight. He feels like a stupid romance novel character but he has indeed gone breathless at the sight of his Harry.

"Don't freak out," Harry says and pulls Jake down by his shirt to kiss him. "These things—" He waves his broom slightly, "are fast but I've been riding one for nearly a decade, alright?" he murmurs against Jake's lips. "And there is a cushioning charm on the pitch." He almost didn't mention it, not wanting to put the idea of him falling in Jake's head.

Jake nods slowly and Harry smiles and releases him, his hand lingering slightly as he smooths the slightly wrinkled fabric over his chest. He digs around in his pocket and brings out a tiny shiny binocular looking object and hands it to Jake after it enlarges. "Here. Use these if we get to far away."

Jake turns them around and looks through them. He nearly drops them with a barely suppressed shriek. "Holy shit! What are these?" Even though he was looking towards the woods, the image was of Harry standing in front of him with his broom now between his legs.

"Magical binoculars," Harry explains with a smile. He figures that's the best way to describe what omnioculars are. "They'll keep us in focus." He turns slightly and raises an eyebrow at Draco. "Ready, Malfoy?"

Draco just sneers and mounts his broom. A moment later he pulls a small golden ball from his pocket with a happy grin, the sneer completely gone. He holds it in his palm and Jake's eyes go wide when small, delicate looking wings unfurl from the ball and start moving so fast they blur. The thing hovers over Draco's palm a moment before darting up and away.

Jake can barely follow its progress and he gives Harry a questioning look. "You chase that thing?"

He doesn't want to sound disbelieving but he does find it hard to believe. It's so small and moves so fast. How can anyone see it or keep up with it? He might be able to as a wolf, if that thing didn't zoom around in the air. He looks at Harry closely; it isn't hard to see he is in good enough shape but he wonders how Harry is able to keep track of it since he has to wear glasses.

Harry grins and nods happily, now hovering above the ground on his broom. "Youngest Seeker," he says in answer as he points to himself. He turns and gives Draco a smug smirk. "In a century."

Jake grins at an openly annoyed Draco; he really likes a cocky Harry.

Draco glares and Jake can tell it's mostly real. "Don't get too cocky, Potter. I've beaten you before." Twice, he adds mentally.

"Twice," Harry says with a laugh as he holds up two fingers. "And it doesn't count since you cheated. And once, we were playing for fun." He floats over to Draco and bumps their shoulders together. "Like now," he says with a smile.

He doesn't want this to be anything but fun. They've been able to play with nothing but good nature for years and he knows most of the barbs and talk is simply just what they do and there isn't malice there anymore. He hopes to keep it that way. Though, he'll never intentionally let the blonde win. He grins. Draco is nodding with a small smile. Of course it's just for fun.

Harry looks up and catches sight of the snitch briefly. "It won't leave the wards, right?" Since Jake obviously is able to see everything, he doesn't bother asking about any other wards.

Draco rolls his eyes. "Of course it won't, Potter." He zooms up to Jake on his broom and pokes him lightly with the toe of his boot. "Stay behind that line," he points to a line in the grass. "Unless you want a face full of broom."

Jake nods and steps back a few steps, keeping a good distance from the line. He watches as Harry and Draco give each other a nod and they're both in the air in the blink of an eye. He stares, thoroughly entranced by the sight of Harry riding around on a broom. A large, happy smile is on his face and he can completely understand the feeling of absolute freedom.

He tries to ignore the gut clenching fear of Harry falling off that fucking thing and just watches Harry enjoy himself. Harry's hair is blowing around wildly and Jake can't help but grin; as if it would make it more messy.

As he watches Harry and Draco hover near the middle, they appear to be talking, but not taunting each other again. They're both reclining on their brooms, looking as relaxed as if they were sitting in a chair and not on dinky brooms hundreds of feet in the air. Jake grits his teeth and reminds himself Harry has done this before. Often and with lots of experience. It really doesn't help much, he realizes with clenched fists.

He peeks up through the weird binoculars and smiles at the relaxed and happy expressions on both their faces. Harry looks so natural hovering in the air on a broom.

"So, no ring yet?" Harry asks once they're in the air. He looks at Draco but he's always keeping his eyes moving, in search of the snitch. Fun or not, he's not going to let the blonde git distract him.

Draco sighs and shakes his head. "No. But—" He pauses and bites the inside of his lip. "I have a feeling it's coming though." He smiles freely, not caring if he looks like a besotted fool. He is a besotted fool.

He had considered owling his mother about the news but decided to wait until it actually happened before starting that argument. He's aware his parents aren't happy with his Joe, but he really doesn't care; he doesn't need anything from them so they can whinge and moan all they want.

Harry smiles. "Well, if he does... Would you...?" he trails off, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck, suddenly full of nerves. He's very aware Draco will say yes when Joe asks; that's not what he wants to know.

"What?" Draco prods, poking Harry with his foot. "Spit it out, Potter."

Harry clears his throat. "Well, if he does ask, would you want to do it at the same time?"

Draco blinks at him, his body relaxing in shock and he nearly forgets he's on a broom for a moment. He wobbles slightly and glares at Harry, as it is his fault for shocking him so badly.

"Why would you want to do that?" he finally asks. He doesn't want to say no, but he isn't sure what's motivating the question. It's never been easy to allow Harry to help him, but he has a strong feeling it isn't something he'll say 'no' to either way.

Harry rubs the back of his neck again and feels his face warm with a light blush. "I just thought it would be nice. That way we don't have to have everyone come twice and—" He sighs, he doesn't want to have to mention that he feels bad that Draco, or Joe, won't have much of a guest list when they get married. "You're my best mate, it's really not a problem to share it with you."

Apparently, he doesn't have to as mention the lack of guests. Draco's face softens and he nods.

"I'll see what Joe thinks." He flies closer and places a hand on Harry's arm. "You do realize this means you are now required to have an even more elaborate affair, yeah?" He smirks and lifts his chin haughtily. "I refuse to have some mundane ceremony."

"Fuck," Harry groans and covers his face. "I didn't think of that," he mumbles but it's hard to feel that bad about it when he sees the big smile on the Draco's face as he makes mental preparations. He's happy to give Draco a chance for the perfect wedding. Before he can say anything more, he spots a flash of gold and smirks. He grins when Draco notices and they both take off at the same time after the elusive snitch.

Jake barely notices he's no longer alone. Neville, Seth, Hermione and Luna have wandered out to the pitch. Everyone but Seth is nursing a large mug of steaming coffee (or whatever strange white concoction Luna is drinking) and they all greet Jake absently, their gazes on the two wizards flying above them.

"Wicked!" Seth breathes, gaze tracking Harry's flying figure. "I didn't really believe them..." he trails off and stuffs a doughnut into his mouth without taking his attention off the blurred form of Draco. They're both flying in circles and corkscrews, diving and swooping around. It looks like fun! "Would I be able to do that?" he asks Hermione, pointing up towards the flying wizards.

"Probably not…" she murmurs, her attention on Harry. He is flat against his broom, one hand extended, chasing the snitch with his usual near suicidal speed. "I don't think you've the magic required to get them off the ground." Luna hums thoughtfully and nods in agreement. Hermione tears her gaze off Harry to send her a brief but bright smile. "They make it look easy, but it's difficult to fly."

She doesn't feel the need to mention she's a horrible flyer, barely able to keep a steady flight path when on a broom. She certainly would never be able to fly as fast and agile as Harry or Draco can. When Harry pulls his broom up sharply, looping dizzily and darts behind Draco, smacking the blonde before zooming off, she flinches; she doesn't have any real desire to fly like they do, either.

"Oh." Seth pouts and shoves another doughnut in his mouth, ignoring the jelly that globs out and lands on his shirt. "That sucks," he mumbles through a mouthful of half chewed doughnut.

Jake winces, watching the flying wizards with wide eyes. "Do they always fly like that?" he murmurs as he watches them twirling around each other in a complicated move that he can freely admit has his heart racing with a large amounts of fear and panic. His whole body is tense and clenched as he watches.

Neville is the first to answer, "Oh yeah. Harry's a natural on a broom. Since first year." Neville laughs when he hears an indignant shout from above them. He can see Draco flailing an arm at Harry only to have Harry turn on his broom and give Draco two fingers with a grin as he zooms away. "This is what they do," he says fondly as the wizards are back to flying neck and neck after the snitch.

"Draco is one of the few people I've ever seen that could give Harry any kind of challenge," he says quietly as he watches them race and yell at each other. He's glad they're high up enough he can't make out the words; they've made him blush more than once with their taunts and good-natured ribbing.

Jake swallows heavily and nearly shouts when the snitch makes a sharp dive and both men quickly turn to follow it. It looks like Harry is falling like a stone, he's laying flat against his broom with one hand extended out in front of him.

"Use both hands for fuck's sake," he groans softly, his hands clenched into tight fists.

Jake darts a look at the small crowd and is only slightly eased by the unconcerned, but expectant, faces of Harry's friends. Luna is even laughing and clapping. Hermione is biting her lip slightly and Jake has a feeling she's always been worried about Harry and his flying. Seth looks entranced while Neville is just grinning, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet with his hands raised a bit in excitement and anticipation of Harry's catch.

Harry is still zooming towards the ground with Draco only slightly behind him. Just as Jake is about to scream and cover his eyes, convinced Harry is about to go splat into the ground, Harry pulls his broom up and flies about a foot off the ground. He's smiling broadly and Jake can see something shiny clutched in his hand. Then he's off his broom with a graceful hop as he holds the fluttering snitch above his head as he waves it at Draco.

Draco is down and next to him a moment later, one finger pointing sharply towards Harry. "You cheating Gryffindor bastard!"

Harry rolls his eyes. "I didn't cheat, wanker. You're just too slow," he says with a grin. He triumphantly waves the snitch in front of Draco's face. "Best of three?"

Draco sneers and snatches the snitch from Harry's hand. "You're on, Potter." He grins and covers the snitch with both hands for a moment. Just as he's about to release it, a shadow looms over them. "Hey, Jake." He smirks, looking up.

He blinks at the panicked look on Jake's face. Oh. Right. He takes a moment to be glad Joe is still sleeping, or maybe already gone to work, he's not sure of the time, and steps back as he covers the snitch with both hands again, giving Jake some room to rant and rave. Joe would probably drag him back inside after such a display; he's not sure whether to be touched or annoyed at such a thought.

"What the fuck?" Jake breathes to Harry as he grabs him and holds him to his chest with panicky tightness. "I thought you were going to smack right into the ground." He buries a hand in the mess of Harry's hair and the other wraps tightly around his waist. He can't control the shudder at the thought and buries his face in Harry's hair.

Harry tries to chuckle but it's getting hard to breathe. He taps Jake and draws in a breath when he feels the hold loosen. Slightly. "Sorry if I worried you, love. That's just how it goes, though." He runs both hands down Jake's back, hoping to calm him. He can only imagine how it must have looked to Jake. "I promise to be a little less... crazy."

Jake wants to nod and agree—no, demand it—but he slowly shakes his head and lets out a deep breath. "No, it's okay. You fly—" He sighs and looks skyward, "like you usually fly. I'll get used to it. Probably," he mumbles.

He looks back at Harry and tries to give him a small smile. It's hard stay in a state of panic when faced with Harry's bright-eyed exuberance and gummy smile. "It was amazing watching you, though." When Harry just beams at him he huffs and slaps a hand on Harry's ass.

"Go on, then." Jake chuckles when Harry yelps and jumps away; he really didn't smack him that hard. "Go play."

The words are barely out of his mouth when Harry and Draco hop back on their brooms with twin whoops and are back in the air, taunting each other again and flying into each other to bump shoulders.

Jake sighs and walks back over to the small group of spectators. "I'm probably going to regret asking this, but," He looks at Neville mostly, "has Harry ever been hurt doing this?" He waves a hand at the flying pair. He tamps down the urge to cringe; brooms fly high and his mind is trying to supply horribly graphic images of what could happen if Harry fell.

Neville clears his throat and looks up. "It's a natural part of the sport," he says in reference to Quidditch. He's nearly positive Harry has never gotten hurt simply flying or during a Seeker game with Malfoy, though. "What?" he looks over when he feels a heated gaze on the side of his face.

"How bad?" This time Jake asks Hermione, sure she won't lie or try to sugar coat it. He scowls slightly when the witch just stands there and chews her bottom lip, obviously sorting out what to say and how to say it. "I'm guessing I don't wanna know," he finally says after another long moment of silence.

Luna shakes her head while Hermione takes a subtle step back from Jake so she's closer to Luna and clears her throat. "No, you don't want to know," Hermione finally answers. "Suffice it to say, he's always been fine afterwards and he's never been that close to dying." She curses herself at Jake's horrified expression. "Bugger," she whispers hoping no one hears her. Luna giggles softly and she gives her a mock glare.

"Jake," she says and waits until he stops looking at Harry zooming around over their heads with a tight expression on his face. She flinches slightly when Harry does a tight barrel roll and zips through the posts; it's probably a good thing Jake didn't see that. "He's only ever gotten hurt during a match when someone interfered. Never when playing for fun like this," she says, waves a hand upwards.

"Uh huh," Jake says dryly before giving her a confused look. "Isn't interfering what happens during a game?"

He didn't learn much about Quidditch but Harry and Draco both said the Seeker tends to get the most attention during a game. From whizzing enchanted balls and guys with bats, he remembers with a scowl. What the fuck kind of sport is that, anyway? Who thinks of that and calls it fun?

"From other players, he can handle."

Jake still is confused. "Huh? I'm not following."

Luna giggles and waves at Harry, even though he isn't looking and doesn't see her. "Wrackspurts and other nasties," she says airily in answer, looking briefly at Jake so he knows she's answering him and not speaking gibberish. If Hermione doesn't want to tell him about the enchanted bludgers, looming Dementors or crazy Professors, she certainly isn't going to. She grabs Hermione's arm and snuggles into her side.

"What the—" Jake huffs and crosses his arms. "Neither of you are making any sense." He looks up again in time to see Draco fly into Harry, making them crash and wobble slightly. He's about to yell but hears Harry's rich laughter and he frowns instead.

He gapes stupidly when he sees them both start slapping at each other, holding onto their brooms with only their knees. "Oh, what the fuck," he mutters with dismay as he watches the display. "Is he trying to kill himself?"

He surprises himself and laughs when he sees them still slapping at each other, their faces turned away and both are obviously yelling obscenities at each other. If they weren't flying around on brooms way up in the air, Jake would find it extremely funny.

Neville laughs and shakes his head. "No, no, I told you; this is what they do." He points when they both grab their brooms again and start a crazy series of circles and loops as they fly. "I don't even think they're chasing the snitch anymore at this point," he says with a grin.

He claps a hand on Jake's shoulder, snorting softly when he realizes he's gotta rise up on his toes a little to do so. "He knows what he's doing and Draco doesn't actually want to knock him off anymore, so they're just messing about."

Jake scowls but tries to calm himself. True, Harry obviously has a lot of skill with flying. Jake cringes when Harry appears to fall under his broom and the cheeky bastard rides it upside down for a moment as he reaches out with one hand.

He can't stop the laugh that comes out when Draco flies close and tickles Harry's stomach. He'd probably pound the blonde if he made Harry fall but it only causes him to pull his hand back from reaching for the snitch and slap at Draco before he grabs the broom and rights himself. A moment later a triumphant shout is heard and they both drop to land a few feet from the small crowd.

"You cheating Slytherin bastard!"

Draco laughs outright and waves the snitch in Harry's face. "I didn't cheat, you're just too slow," he mocks and struts around the pitch with the snitch raised over his head. Jake snickers at the display.

"You did cheat, you git! You tickled me!" Harry cries indignantly as he points at the blonde and throws his broom on the ground. He jabs a finger into Draco's chest and hisses quietly. "I could have fallen off, you arsehole."

Draco pauses in his victory dance for a moment and raises a pale eyebrow. "No you wouldn't have, Potter. Did you even slip at all?" he asks, keeping his voice as quiet as Harry's. He nearly laughs in his face until he realizes Harry is upset only because Jake would be freaking out.

"No," Harry says slowly and huffs. "Not the point, Draco." He crosses his arms and peeks at Jake from the corner of his eye. He looks amused at the moment so Harry turns and sticks his tongue out at him before turning his attention back to Draco. "Call it a tie then?"

Draco nods, smirking. "Sure, wouldn't want you to lose again in front of your boyfriend." He laughs and tucks the snitch away and grabs their brooms from the grass. He jerks his chin towards Jake. "Besides, I think anymore and he'd sprout grey hairs and try to ground you."

Harry chuckles but it dies in his throat when a mental image of Jake tying him to their bed pops into his mind. Maybe he could stand to be grounded... A little. "I should have realized," he says quietly as he shakes his head. "I didn't even think how it would look to him." He hangs the brooms up and shuts the shed door with a muffled slam.

Draco throws an arm over Harry's shoulders and gives him a quick squeeze. "True, but at least now he knows exactly what to expect the next time. I don't think there's a way to ease him into watching you try to out fly me."

Harry shoves at the blonde. "Git."

Draco just smirks and drops his arm. Harry stops with a strange expression on his face when Jake starts over towards them. Draco keeps walking when he sees Jake head towards Harry, intently looking at Harry.

He glances back a moment later and smiles when he sees Jake squeezing Harry in a tight hug and muttering something to him. He shakes his head a little; he can understand the reaction and he's not looking forward to Joe's reaction when Jake, undoubtedly, tells him all about the harrowing experience. He grins hoping he can catch Joe still in bed.

~oOo~

"What?!"

"Seth, calm down." Jake says patting his hands in a 'down' gesture. "I'm just telling you what my dad said," he says trying not to smile or laugh at Seth's outburst. He can understand; he had about the same reaction, though he didn't wave his arms around and jump all around like a hyper puppy.

"But... But..." Seth sputters and waves his hands around again before flopping into a chair with a pout, his arms crossed over his chest. "You said you agreed with him." He shoots a glare at Jake and Harry, knowing the wizard agrees as well. What the fuck are they thinking?

Jake nods slowly. "I do. But I'm not going to do anything until we all agree, okay?" He looks at Joe and grins. "So, you gonna dance around and yell at me too?"

Joe snorts a laugh and shakes his head. "Not in the least, man." He rearranges Draco's leg on his and reaches for his hand, his thumb making lazy circles along Draco's palm as he thinks. "I agree with Billy and Harry." He gives Leah an expectant look. He laughs when she just flips him the bird and smiles sweetly.

"The only thing I want to add," he says quietly, "is that I don't want my dad around." He sends Draco a brief smile when the blonde squeezes his hand. "I'm not even all that sure he'd want to hang close, anyway," he says with a shrug. He's finally able to manage any painful feelings about his father; he does not want to revisit them by keeping him around all the time.

Jake nods and gives Joe a brief pat on the shoulder. He heard about what's been going on and he doesn't blame Joe one bit and he'd personally kick his dad's ass if he tried to force his way in. "Leah?"

"I really don't care either way. I'm only going to go along with this if my mom is okay with it," Leah says not looking at anyone, her gaze firmly on Leo's sleeping body draped across her lap. He's grown some more and his paws are dangling off her thigh as he lays on his back with happy abandon. She lightly scritches his tummy, smiling when Leo stretches and makes a growling purr sound as he curls up and goes back to sleep. "I really don't give a shit if we don't go back to the rez."

She looks up at Jake with a smirk, "And besides, Mister Howell over here," she says, jerking her chin towards Harry, "is willing to set us up, so why the fuck not?"

Draco and Harry look at each other before they both give her confused looks. "Mister Howell?" they ask in unison.

Leah laughs and shakes her head. "Never mind... old TV show." She waves a hand at them, dismissing them and glares at her brother. "You still saying no, little bro?"

Seth slumps in his chair and glares at Leah. "No," he mutters, knowing he's out voted. Now that he's thinking about it, they've got a very good point. He wouldn't want all those people glaring at him and talking shit behind his back. "I'm just still shocked. And confused. And pissed off." He pauses and looks at Jake. "Wait. Why did Sam say he'd let you back in the pack only to pull this shit?"

"I dunno," Jake says with a shake of his head and a shrug.

Harry is the one to answer, his voice deadly quiet and Jake shivers pleasantly at the tone. He isn't surprised it's a turn on when Harry goes all 'I'm a bad ass' but he didn't think just a low tone could make his whole body react like this and make his cock twitch in his shorts.

"I don't think he had any intention of allowing you lot back," Harry says lowly. "Either he wouldn't allow it in the long run or he was very aware Jake would tell him to sod off." He suddenly grins and brightens. Jake nearly pouts at the change; he was really enjoying the powerful energy he felt crackling off Harry.

Harry claps his hands together and rubs them. "Right. I'm going to go get Billy," he says as he hops up and hurries from the room.

Jake stares after him a moment, lost in thoughts of Harry's delicious ass even after it—and Harry—disappears from view and starts when Joe pokes him. "What?" he glares at his laughing friend, willing himself not to blush.

"I do apologize for interrupting your thoughts of his ass." Joe smirks knowingly, well aware of where's Jake's eyes were. "But I asked you what the plan is?"

Jake doesn't like the highly amused look on Joe's face but there's really very little he can do about it. He was thinking of Harry's ass, so it isn't like he can dispute it. "I'm not sure. I think that's why Harry went to get my dad."

Draco perks up from Joe's shoulder with a triumphant noise, "I can call Angela!"

"Angela?"

Draco lifts his chin. "My estate agent."

Seth gives him a blank look a moment before he grins. "Oh-h-h," he says nodding his understanding. "I wasn't sure. Um... why?"

Draco pulls out his mobile from his back pocket. He checks the time before he answers Seth and presses the few buttons needed for Angela's office number. "Because," he drawls, "she'll help us find somewhere to call home." He sends Seth a smile when the younger werewolf nods his understanding again and holds up a finger when Angela picks up.

"Angela!" he greets with genuine pleasure. "I have a favor to ask." He pauses and grins, "yes, a big expensive one." He laughs delightedly and leans back into Joe with a pleased smirk. "I'm looking for a large parcel of land. Can you help me with that?" he shifts the mobile as he listens and sits upright with a look of surprise after a few moments. "I should say that sounds perfect. How much?" He inspects his nails, completely ignoring the interested faces that are now staring at him. "Fantastic! I'll get back to you once we're certain, but do hold on to it." He laughs again with amusement. "I should hope so! Thanks, love!"

He hangs up with a smug expression and leans back in his chair, again ignoring everyone staring at him, silently begging for information with their rapt expressions.

"WELL?" Seth finally hollers, waving his arms around again. "What did she say? You sounded really excited." He points at Draco with a grin.

Draco crosses his arms over his chest. "I'll wait until we're all here." Joe snorts with amusement at Seth's annoyed growl. "I don't like repeating myself."

Harry and Billy come back in the room, both looking around at everyone with confused looks on their faces. It isn't hard to miss the excited tension in the room. Harry settles back into his chair next Jake and gives him a questioning look.

"What's going on?"

"Draco here has some news but he didn't deign to share until you guys came back." Jake ignores Draco's raised eyebrow, sure the blonde is mocking him. He waves his hand in a 'go on' gesture.

Draco clears his throat and sits up. "Well, I called Angela and she informed me there are two parcels that would work. One is a massive wooded lot and the other is a small development."

Billy slaps the arm of his wheelchair with excitement. "Hot damn! How small is the development?" he asks after a moment, surprised no one else asked.

"Not sure about acreage but it has half a dozen town-homes." He taps a finger against his lips lightly in thought. "I'm not sure on the size of the houses either, before you ask." Angela didn't specify but he's sure the woman won't try to show him something small and unbefitting him or his tastes.

"And the wooded lot?"

Draco shrugs one shoulder. "Over a hundred acres." He didn't really pay attention to that one... but they didn't need to know that.

Jake sits back with a huff. "Well, both sound promising. What do you guys think?"

"Can we see them first?" Seth asks quietly, mostly asking Jake but his eyes are darting between Draco, Harry and Jake.

Draco shrugs again. "I don't see why not. Angela is very accommodating," he says with a smirk. "I'll call her tomorrow and we'll set something up." He looks around and only gets nods in response.

He stands and stretches before grabbing Joe's hand. He doesn't say a word as he pulls him up and out of the room, ignoring the questioning looks from everyone. He doesn't say anything and Joe finds it hard to keep quiet after a few long moments of silence as they head down the hallway and up the stairs.

"What's up, love?" Joe finally asks. Draco just grins over his shoulder at him and keeps walking. He sucks his teeth in annoyance and grabs the blonde's wrist, stopping him. "What's goin' on?"

Draco huffs and places his hands on Joe's shoulders before looking up. "I just needed a moment alone with you," he murmurs quietly before standing on his toes to kiss Joe thoroughly. "I didn't get a chance to earlier." He'd come back inside from flying that morning to find Joe had already left for work. He tried not to sulk but he did spend most of the afternoon bored and sullen, annoying even Harry.

"I figured we were done down there, so." He shrugs with a grin, pressing his body against Joe's, "I wanted to take advantage of you before we had to rejoin everyone for dinner."

Joe smiles and lifts Draco up until the blonde wraps his legs around his hips. "I see. Poor baby," he whispers and kisses Draco again, his hands sliding under Draco's thighs to hold him as he continues on to their room. "This works," he mutters, mostly to himself.

"For?"

"What?" Joe asks distractedly as he shifts Draco's weight so he can open the door. He kicks the door closed and heads towards the small sitting area instead of the bed.

Draco raises a pale brow, feeling slightly annoyed. "This works for what?" he asks again as Joe turns and drops onto the overstuffed chair, keeping Draco close to him as he flops down. Draco watches in wonder as Joe's cheeks pink and he looks down shyly. He isn't used to seeing Joe blush or avoid his eyes, so he gets very curious and starts to bounce in Joe's lap.

"Ooh! What? What? What?" he asks with each bounce.

Joe laughs breathlessly and grabs Draco around the hips, stilling his distracting movements. "I've been meaning to ask you something." He clears his throat and pulls something from his pocket. He smiles when Draco's eyes eagerly track the movement and then go wide when the black velvet ring box comes into view.

He bites the inside of his cheek to keep in the hysterical laughter trying to bubble out of him; he's so fucking nervous! He's slightly bolstered by Draco's warm, excited gaze as he stares at him, obviously knowing what's coming and waiting patiently. He snaps the small box open and does laugh, softly, when Draco's eyes practically bug out when he sees the ring he picked.

Joe takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "Would you do me the immense honor of agreeing to be my husband?"

Draco sits back, his mouth opening and closing a few times. He really was expecting this at some time, but he's speechless now that he's actually sitting there with a ring being presented to him.

He plucks the ring from the box with shaking fingers and nods emphatically, feeling like a Muggle bobble head. He holds it out and shoves it at Joe, silently asking him to slide it on.

Joe takes it with a face splitting smile and slides it on one shaky pale finger.

"Oh," Draco breathes as he holds up his hand and turns it slightly to inspect it. "It's perfect," he says quietly, running a finger slowly over the line of diamonds embedded in the otherwise plain gold band.

He looks up and wraps his arms around Joe's neck, probably a little too tight if the squeaked choking sound is any indicator, and kisses Joe hard. "Yes," he whispers against Joe's lips when he pulls back just enough to be heard.

He buries his face in Joe's neck, breathing deeply trying to keep the mortifying tears at bay when he feels the annoying prickling in the corners of his eyes. He really doesn't mind that Joe sees that but he does not want to leave the room with red, puffy eyes for everyone to see and know that he had cried.

Joe laughs, feeling breathless and ecstatic. "I figured that when you snatched it and made me put it on you," he says after he leans back with some effort—Draco is rather strong—and his expression sobers as he cups Draco's face. "I love you," he says quietly, feeling the urge to say it.

He jerks back slightly when Draco's eyes get shiny and he sniffles softly. Joe brushes his thumbs along the lightly pinked cheeks. "Oh—" he doesn't get a chance to even say anything else when Draco's arms shoot out and crush him to the blonde's chest. Joe squirms, desperate to touch Draco more but his arms are pinned and he's a little shocked he can't budge them from Draco's grip.

Draco jerks back with a snarl when there's a knock on the door. "Fuck off!" he yells at the door. He scowls when he hears soft giggling.

"Draco-o-o!" He hears from the other side of the door. "Jo-o-o-oe!"

Draco groans and lets his head flop onto Joe's chest with a muttered "fuck". He slaps at Joe's chest when the bastard has the audacity to laugh. "You shut it," he hisses quietly and points a finger in Joe's face, and scowls when Joe leans forward and kisses his fingertip. "I don't know why you aren't just as annoyed to be interrupted."

He leans back and halfheartedly glares at Joe but his expression softens and his lips twitch with a smile when his eyes land on the ring on his finger. "Fuck," he mutters again before raising his voice so he can be heard. "What?" he calls out sharply and frowns when another giggle can be heard from the other side of the closed door. "Fucking Looney!" he hisses under his breath. Who else would stand there and giggle?

"Harry wants to know if you'd rather call for take-away or if we should all go out?" Luna says through the door, bouncing lightly on her toes in excitement. Oh goody! Another happy couple! She barely contains the urge to clap.

She hears another muttered "fuck" and a muffled thump before the door is being forcefully opened and she's faced with an irate Slytherin. She tries not to laugh at his mussed hair and flushed face, barely resisting the urge to point and coo.

"Ooh!" She immediately grabs Draco's hand to inspect the beautiful ring Joe gave him. "Oh, Draco," she breathes, "it's beautiful!" she gushes and clasps her hands together between her breasts. "It's just perfect!"

Draco stares at the strange little blonde witch for only a moment before a large grin splits his face as he shows off his ring with his chin lifted higher. "Thank you," he says importantly. "I think, under the circumstances," he says with a peek out of the corner of his eye at Joe as he comes over to stand next to him, wrapping an arm around his waist, "we should go out." He tries to fight the happy sigh as he melts into Joe's side, but really, he's only human.

He ignores Luna's rapt, yet somehow slightly vacant, expression as she watches them in favor of staring up at Joe with a dopey smile on his face.

Luna laughs delightedly, hands clasped behind her back and bounces on her toes again. "Yes yes! We need to celebrate!" She darts forward quickly and grabs each man by the back of the neck, pulling them down with surprising strength and places a kiss on each of their cheeks before they even know what's happening.

She smiles up at their dazed expressions. "So wonderful!" she gushes and turns to skip away. "I'd say you've about an hour or so," she says with a grin and a wink just before she disappears down the stairs.

Joe stares after the blonde witch for a moment before turning to Draco with a blank expression. "You're right. She's completely barmy." He snickers and grabs Draco, lifting him to bring him up level to his lips, and kisses him softly. "Let's get in the tub," he leers, picks Draco up again and heads towards the massive tub in an easy strut.

~oOo~

Jake is lying on the bed, naked with his hands under his head, and lost in thought by the time Harry comes out of the bathroom.

Dinner had been... interesting.

They'd taken up nearly half of the restaurant with their massive crowd since everyone had gone out. Everyone. It was a little surprising to see Draco blushing when Harry spied the glittering band on his left ring finger. Joe had puffed his chest out proudly and leered at the blushing blonde as they were congratulated by everyone. Even his dad had clapped both men on the back—hard, if the winces and rubbed areas were to be believed—and ordered champagne for everyone. Teddy pouted and only calmed when he got his root beer poured into a champagne flute.

He shared a private smile with Joe and offered his sincerest congratulations as well; pleased beyond words that his best friend was so happy. He'd only been slightly surprised when Leah hugged both men and offered them 'Sam's mangy ass hide as a skin rug to fuck on' as a wedding present, earning shocked laughter from the couple—and a slightly disgusted, rapidly shaking head from Draco—for her comment. He'd painfully snorted champagne up his nose and buried his face in Harry's neck to hide his insane giggling; it was quite the mental image and the wide eyed, glazed look Neville was giving Leah only made the giggling worse.

It was almost easy to forget all the drama that's been going on with Sam.

He spares Harry a brief glance until he sees Harry. He does a double take, watching as Harry slowly strips off his clothes as he readies for bed. Jake frowns slightly when he realizes he's not being slow to seduce but because he's also lost in thought.

Jake stares, watching as light golden skin is revealed, slightly annoyed now at the slow pace as Harry leisurely pulls his shirt off over his head. Jake's eyes briefly flick up to Harry's messy hair, a small smile reducing his frown. Static is making the unruly dark strands even more crazy.

Jake sits up to lean back on his hands, his attention now fully on Harry. He frowns when he sees Harry's eyes are slightly unfocused, looking internally, as he shimmies out of his jeans. He finds himself feeling annoyed and slightly angry, unsure why until he realizes he's pissed that this bullshit that's been going on with Sam and the pack is drawing their focus from each other.

He huffs silently; by now they'd be kissing and pawing at each other or at the very least undressing each other. Slowly, and savoring each inch of skin revealed with lips and hands. He shivers slightly, rubbing his hands over his arms to smooth the goose bumps away.

Harry pauses, his thumbs hooked in the elastic of his boxer briefs, half-way bent over with his pants mid-thigh, when he catches movement from the bed and sees Jake's dark look. It isn't the usual dark look full of desire Jake has when he's naked; he looks angry.

He raises an eyebrow in question. He prefers to sleep nude, having got into the habit when he was very young and overly large pajamas nearly choked him more than once. The habit stuck as he got older since he enjoyed the feeling quite a bit and especially since Jake likes it—makes any activities that much easier. He barely notices he is standing there practically naked as Jake scowls.

"What's wrong?" he finally asks.

Jake's face immediately smooths out and he shakes his head slightly, trying to rid himself of the thoughts that were steadily making him annoyed and angry. "Nothing," he murmurs and crooks a finger at Harry. "C'mere," he says quietly, smiling when Harry hurriedly kicks off his underwear and jumps onto the bed, landing a few feet from him.

He reaches forward and pulls, grinning when Harry squeaks and lands awkwardly sprawled across his lap. He rights Harry and kisses him before he can say anything. He pulls back, looking into Harry's eyes. "You know I love you, right?" he asks quietly, his hand resting on the back of Harry's neck and massaging lightly.

"Yeah, I know," Harry says, blinking a bit with confusion even as he nods. "I love you, too." He smiles, the worries that were plaguing him earlier flying out of his head as Jake looks at him with such warmth—OK, maybe heat is more accurate now since Jake's eyes roam his naked body—and love.

He brushes his fingers down Jake's cheek and he scootches closer, pressing himself closer to Jake as he shifts more comfortably to straddle Jake's lap. He wants to ask why the sudden declaration but he just rests his cheek against Jake's chest and waits for him to speak his mind.

He knows Jake isn't angry with him, so he waits patiently.

Jake runs a hand down Harry's side and back, delighting in the pleasant shiver that works through Harry at the touch. He sits quietly for long moments, just stroking Harry's skin; enjoying the texture of it and the warmth of his body pressed to him.

It feels like forever since they'd just sat quietly enjoying each other.

"I'm sorry," he says quietly, resting his cheek against Harry's head. He smiles when Harry doesn't move or jerk back, just sighs and wraps arms and legs tightly around him.

"What on earth for?" Harry mumbles against Jake's chest. He really wants to dart his tongue out to taste the warm skin, and that delectable, pert brown nipple that's so close, but he doesn't think now is a good time for such distractions.

"For all this bullshit!" Jake says lowly through gritted teeth, a hand flying up, feeling some of the annoyance flair through him again. He feels Harry's body tense and he runs a hand down his back again, not even bothering to stop himself from ending the caress at his ass.

"We should be planning a wedding and shit. Not fighting with some asshole and having to relocate my entire pack." He doesn't add that's he's slightly pissed that they're rarely alone, the house being so full of people but he doesn't since he's very aware that Harry enjoys it so much.

He feels Harry's quick intake of breath and buries a hand in his hair, massaging and toying with the dark strands. "No," he growls, anticipating Harry's unneeded, and unwanted, apology. "Don't say it."

Harry jerks back, a little annoyed and a little angry. "Say what?"

Jake has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from grinning at Harry's expression. Or lunging forward and claiming those slightly pouting lips. It's probably a little insane that he's so turned on by the look on Harry's face. But how is he not supposed to be turned on when there is a light blush on Harry's face making his cheeks adorably pink and his green eyes are bright yet dark and narrowed?

"That you're sorry," he says sounding knowing and smug, even to his own ears.

"Oh." Harry's shoulders slump and he flops forward to rest against Jake again. "But I am," he mutters petulantly. He knows it isn't his fault, but how could he not feel the pain they, especially Jake, are all going through?

He says as much and bites Jake's chest lightly, ignoring the difficulty in doing such by the well formed muscles giving him very little skin to nibble, when the git laughs at him. He rolls his eyes when Jake moans dramatically loud and begs him to do it again, his voice heavy with amusement. "Shut it, prat." He rolls his eyes again and swipes his tongue quickly over the light red mark to sooth it.

Jake chuckles. "Fine. Later." He nods with finality, sure they'll continue later. "Anyway." He moves, bringing Harry with him as he lounges back on a pile of pillows. "I just realized it was cutting into our time together."

Harry leans back again, "Oh, is that why you were glaring at me with that angry look on your face?"

"Yeah!" Jake raises his hands and waves them around. "There I was, laying there naked and you were stripping like a wet dream and neither of us were paying all that much attention!" He huffs and pouts when Harry's eyes go bright again with humor.

Harry snorts a laugh, unable to hold it in. He leans forward and nibbles Jake's protruding bottom lip, flicking his tongue across it to distract him. He continues until Jake is panting softly and he's no longer looking annoyed with Harry's person. "I didn't mean to laugh," he apologizes quietly. "I just hadn't realized... I'm sorry."

Jake growls softly and rolls quickly, trapping Harry under him as he presses his chest to Harry's. "Stop apologizing," he whispers and smiles when Harry nods, his eyes wide, and he swallows thickly. He watches Harry's throat work for a moment, nipping at the bobbing Adam's apple lightly. He knows Harry isn't scared, the rock hard erection pressing into his thigh is proof of that.

He brushes his lips over Harry's. "I did say we both weren't paying attention. Though, I noticed you naked first," he says as he presses his hips into Harry's and grins when Harry moans softly and arches into him. His brain is starting to go wonderfully fuzzy with lust, so he pulls back a little.

He still has some things on his mind. "I don't want you to restrain yourself anymore, okay?"

"What?" Harry asks, blinking stupidly and frowning with confusion.

Jake leans down and nuzzles Harry's flushed neck, his tongue darting out occasionally. "If you want to sit close to me, hold my hand, kiss me, whatever it is? Do it. I don't care where we are or who's around. Okay?"

He'd caught Harry numerous times looking at him at the restaurant, and while he didn't expect Harry to straddle him or throw him on the table and have his wicked way with him, he could see the longing to touch him clear in those green eyes and he found himself annoyed.

"Alright," Harry says after a moment, after another few blinks up at Jake and he grins. "It seems like only a short time ago I said nearly the same thing to you." He nearly apologizes again but swallows it and just nods, bringing his leg up to hook behind Jake's lower back. "Alright. I just wasn't sure."

Jake covers Harry's lips with a finger and smiles. He'd probably feel insecure or antsy if he thought Harry didn't want to, but he knows Harry just wasn't sure how to act around his family and pack. Or his own friends. Or maybe he wasn't sure how Jake would react. "Now you are."

He settles heavily between Harry's thighs, a bubble of contentment floating through him when Harry's legs part and wrap around him a moment later. "Please?" He kisses a trail down Harry's neck to his shoulder. When Harry nods enthusiastically, he grins. "Good!" He shifts again and sits up, pulling Harry with him. Harry blinks dazedly at him. "We got more to discuss..." he trails off, gaze on Harry's chest and pebbled nipples.

Maybe they didn't have to talk about it now... No! He shakes his head and takes a deep breath.

"Such as?"

"I forget," Jake murmurs, his mind now on Harry's hard cock brushing against his with each breath Harry takes. He closes his eyes and groans when Harry shifts in his lap. "Stay still," he pleads, grabbing Harry's hips in an effort to still his movements.

Harry almost shifts again to be cute but settles and looks at Jake expectantly. He sits quietly, watching as Jake tries to clear his thoughts.

"Wedding!" Jake says triumphantly, even raising a finger in the air as he says it. He ignores Harry's amused snort and pokes him lightly in the chest. "I have a feeling you want something simple. Understated." Harry nods and he smirks. "I have other plans, babe."

Harry groans and rests his forehead on Jake's shoulder. "You've talked to that blonde bastard, haven't you?" he whines.

"Yup!" Jake chirps happily and runs a hand through Harry's hair, smiling softly as his now thoroughly annoyed fiancé. He doesn't want to mention that he agreed with Draco that Harry deserved a really special wedding. Though, he probably wouldn't go as elaborate as Draco would.

"You've already asked him to plan it, so I don't know why you're being all—" He waves a hand, "whiny. If it makes you feel any better, it'll be fancy as he can make it but small." Private, he thinks, knowing Harry would enjoy that part the most.

Harry angles his head to peek at Jake from the corner of his eye and huffs. "Slightly." A slow smile spreads across his face a moment later making Jake slightly nervous. "I'm going to make him dress you in wizarding robes." He sits up and leans back to slowly look Jake over, his gaze nearly a physical weight as they roam Jake's body. "Even though you'd be positively mouth watering in a Muggle suit."

Jake watches Harry's eyes dilate and grins; he does look pretty good in a suit. He hasn't had to wear one very often but he can really rock one when he did. He really doesn't want to wear those weird robe things that he's seen wizards wearing but he'd do anything for Harry.

"I'll wear whatever you want." Harry beams at him. "Fuck," he breathes, feeling dazed by such a smile. "I'll even go naked."

"Oh no," Harry says with a frown and grabs Jake's cock gently, but firmly. "Only I get to see this," he smirks and kisses Jake, swiping his thumb over the slick head. "I kinda said Draco and Joe could double with us," he murmurs against Jake's lips after a moment.

Jake blinks. "What? Why?" Before Harry can answer he hurries to add, "Not that I mind, I'm just wondering."

Harry looks down, frowning slightly that his grip on Jake isn't distracting enough. He considers moving his hand slowly but figures a chat would be good before they got too worked up to do anything but rut and pant. "I figured it would be easier all around. He doesn't have many people to invite. I already asked and he was rather touched by the idea and agreed. Is that alright?"

Jake tries to do or say something touching and caring but his brain is being short circuited by Harry's thumb sliding over his cock, so he just nods with a grunt. Later, when he thinks about it, he'll be touched by Harry's thoughtfulness but right now he just wants to be touched. By Harry, the little tease. "Guh."

"Eloquent as ever, love," Harry grins and shifts his grip, tickling his pinky along Jake's balls lightly. "Last question and then you can shag me senseless." He pauses until Jake nods vigorously. "Date?"

It takes Jake a minute to work through what he means. "When is everyone planning on leaving?" he ask, panting lightly.

"Remus, Nigel and Teddy are here another few weeks. Everyone else, no clue," Harry murmurs before licking his palm and immediately returning his attentions to Jake's cock. "They'll come back, I'm sure."

He's prepared for the pleased grunt Jake makes but not so much for when Jake pins him to the bed, easily holding both of Harry's wrists in one hand. "Later, just—" He arches up into Jake with a soft moan. "Just, god Jake, just get to it already." His words trail off as Jake's other hand, already wet with lube—when did he reach for that?—circles and breaches him a moment later. "Oh fuck, go faster… yes!" he gasps when Jake's pace picks up and there are suddenly more fingers pressing in.

Jake's gaze is on his fingers but his attention is still trying to focus on their conversation. "You wanted a fall ceremony right?" Harry nods. "Good, how does September—" He pauses to slide his fingers out of Harry and shifts so he's sitting back on his heels and easily lifts and drapes Harry's thighs over his own but he doesn't move to slide into him yet. "Oh fuck," he mutters when Harry shimmies and scoots closer, obviously impatient for Jake to be in him.

He's not sure how he keeps forgetting how agile and strong Harry can be. "Twenty first?"

"Whatever!" Harry says impatiently. "Jake—" he starts but ends in a long moan when Jake finally eases into him. He can't be arsed to move anymore, happy to let Jake move and shift him as he wants while he slowly slides in and out of him.

Impatience gone, Jake moves slow and thorough. He leans down, grabbing at one of Harry's hands tightly while the other wraps behind his neck to press him close as he kisses him slow and deep.

Harry sighs into the kiss, feeling his toes curl with utter bliss as Jake's movements spark pleasure and contentment through him. "Jake," he sighs, grabbing at Jake's hair to keep him pressed close. It's not long at all before he feels everything start to clench and coil wonderfully as he approaches orgasm. He grabs onto Jake and squeezes around Jake's cock, hoping to make him come first.

Jake's hips stutter and he groans, used to Harry's tricks but still unable to stop his orgasm from crashing through him a moment later. He'd hate when Harry did that but it's always amazing to feel the different slickness sliding against him as he strokes Harry to completion, able to watch with no distractions as he comes undone with a loud cry.

He shivers when Harry's magic tingles over his hand and belly, cleaning them. So much better than tissues, he thinks as he eases himself down on top of a boneless, panting Harry. "I hate when you do that," he mumbles against Harry's neck.

Harry snickers and clenches around Jake again. "No you don't."

Jake moans and bites Harry's shoulder gently. He grins when Harry shivers and his arms tighten their hold on Jake. "No, not really."

He yawns and smiles at an already half asleep Harry. He knows he should pull out and finish cleaning up, but he is already fighting to keep his eyes open and Harry didn't seem in any hurry either and is losing the battle to stay awake faster than he is.

"Harry," Jake mumbles but gets no response. He shifts, grimacing slightly at the loss of warmth surrounding him and the soft squelching sound. He shrugs and just pulls Harry closer, smiling softly when he nuzzles closer with a sleepy sigh. A long thorough bath will sort them out, he thinks right before falling asleep with a smile on his face.

~oOo~

Harry bounces into the kitchen, focused only on his happy mood and the prospect of his morning cup of tea.

Draco looks up from the parchment he's writing on and grins at Harry. "That's disgusting," he teases. Harry only grins at him and flips him off before going about the routine for making tea.

After settling down with a steaming mug, Harry cocks an eyebrow at the numerous pieces of parchment scattered on the table. The other eyebrow rises when he sees Draco using a Muggle pen. He'd long ago embraced the handy little devices and wisely ignores Draco's casual use. For now.

"What's all this?"

Draco sorts the papers and clicks the end of the pen a few times. "Wedding invites," he says slowly before raising his own eyebrow at a now broadly grinning Harry. "What?"

"How are you sending invites if there isn't a date set?"

Draco sniffs and shoves one at Harry. "I haven't added that bit yet, have I?" Harry notes the blank spaces and smiles. "Is there one yet?"

Harry glances back at the paper in his hand and sneers at the name at the top. "Must you invite Nott?" He never got on with the former Slytherin and the bastard never bothered to get on with him. "I didn't even think you were still mates with him."

Draco shrugs and snatches the parchment back. "Yes, I must. He won't come; I just want the obligatory 'sorry-I-can't-come-here's-a-ridiculously-expensive-gift' gift from him. So, date?" he asks, his hand hovering over the parchment with his pen ready.

"September twenty-first."

Draco nods and writes quickly, but elegantly, on each of the invitations.

Harry glances at the others, unsurprised by any of the names on them. Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson and Draco's mum were all probably going to go the same route as Nott. He finds himself wishing they'd actually show up, only for Draco's sake.

He wiggles one of the parchments, spinning it slightly under his finger as he debates asking the question currently on his mind. "Not inviting your father?" he blurts out, noting the invite for Draco's mum was only addressed to her, and wants to slap himself.

Draco shrugs, truly uncaring. He feels a little sad about it, and he's quite sure his mother won't come without Lucius but he can't not invite her. "No. There is no way he'll come and I don't even want him to have to bother with a gift." He stops writing and rests his chin on his palm, giving Harry a fond look for a moment. "You alright if I send one to Goyle?"

"Yeah, sure, mate," Harry nods. "We get on fine now that he's dropped his 'I'm-A-Big-Stupid-Scary-Thug' act." He grins and pokes Draco in the shoulder. "He didn't have much choice in the matter when I caught you two blubbering all over each other watching Steel Magnolias. With Luna."

Draco sniffs and lifts his chin. "Shut up," he says with pink cheeks. "You tell me what person, with a soul, can watch that and not cry?" He won't admit he had been sniffling since the middle of the movie. Or his secret crush on the dying woman's husband.

Harry could only shrug. He had bawled like a baby too when Draco made him watch it. "Point," he says and then grins, "it was still funny to see. So, do you think he'll come?" he says to change the subject.

Draco shrugs again, but his expression is hopeful. "I don't know. It would be nice to see him. Apart from Blaise and Pansy, he's the only person I miss," he admits quietly. He feels a stab of guilt; he was one of the few people that still talked to Goyle after the war. He really should have owled him sooner.

"Well," Harry rubs Draco's forearm briefly to comfort him. "They're welcome, as long as they can behave."

Draco laughs and waves a hand at Harry. "They're right bastards on a good day but you know they are sincerely friends with you now. Not sure about Looney..." he trials off and bites his lip. "Well, I'll add a post script in warning, demanding their best behavior, yeah?" At Harry's nod, he cocks his head slightly. "Why the twenty-first, by the way?"

Harry blushes, remembering the conversation vividly. "Not sure. Jake picked it... I, erm, didn't care," he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck and his shoulder. "I wanted a fall ceremony and didn't want to wait all that long. Is that alright?"

"Of course," Draco says, pausing momentarily to wonder at Harry's blush and awkward rubbing and he snorts. "I don't mind overly. So, now that a date is set," he says as he rolls the invitations and ties them with a Slytherin green silk ribbon. He whistles for Mortimer and hands the bundle to the bird before giving him a brief but fond scritch on his chest feathers before sending him off. "There's much to plan." Draco finishes as he sits back down with a smirk. "Colors?"

"Huh?"

Draco rolls his eyes. "What colors do you want for everything?"

"Erm." Harry pauses. Surely Draco would hex him if he asks for scarlet and gold. He grins and doesn't even get to open his mouth before being glared at, as if Draco knows exactly what he's thinking. Git probably did. "Silver?" he says instead.

"And?"

"...Black?"

Draco rolls his eyes again at Harry's complete lack of knowledge and style. "You've accidentally stumbled onto a classic color scheme," he accuses.

Harry laughs. "I stumble into great things by accident all the time."

"Stupid Gryffindor," Draco mumbles and pulls out another parchment. "Wedding party?" At Harry's blank stare, he groans and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Best man and all that rubbish."

"Oh!" Harry smiles and leans forward to pinch Draco's cheek. "Our best mates are getting married right next to us, so maybe we'll forgo that little tradition, yeah?"

Draco rubs his cheek and scowls at Harry, secretly pleased and flushing with warmth at the statement. "Fine. We'll leave that open for now." He taps the pen against his chin as he looks up to think. "Ah! Location?"

"Here." Harry spreads his hands and turns around in his chair. At Draco's sneer, he laughs. "Not the kitchen, you git. I mean at the house." He points to the nearest window. "Outside." He doesn't care what the weather will be like; heating charms can easily be used since he doesn't think they'll have any muggles about.

Draco nods and muses it over, looking around. "It'll do. We'll have to rearrange some things and get a crew in to clean..." he trails off muttering and making notes. "AH!" he yells and jumps up from the table and runs from the room only to rush back in with his arms full of magazines.

He dumps them on the table and shoves some towards Harry. "Look for understated yet elegant centerpieces," he instructs before snatching the magazines back just as Harry goes to open one. "On second thought—" He smirks. "Never mind. You, find a bonding wizard. And the nearest robe shop." When Harry just sits there in stunned silence, he waves his hands at Harry. "Shoo! Go! NOW."

Harry jumps up and nearly slops hot tea all over himself in his haste. "Alright! Geez," he mutters, unaware he's used one of Seth's favorite words. "Any other demands?" He nearly bows but knows Draco probably won't see it for the sarcastic move he intends.

Draco looks up with a glare before he smirks. "Yes, find a decent caterer. I refuse to have a buffet, for the record. Only a gourmet, sit down service. Got it?" He thumbs through a magazine for a moment before glancing back up. "Oh, and no shellfish or seafood." He shudders lightly. "And if they don't employ a bartender, get one of those, as well."

Harry nods dumbly and backs out of the room, cursing himself for asking such a stupid question and getting more work piled on himself. He bumps into Joe and whirls around. "Save me!" he cries and grabs his shirt. If anyone can rein Draco in, it'll be Joe. He looks over his shoulder at the insane blond and whispers, "Please."

Joe laughs and looks around Harry to see Draco hunched over a pile of magazines, muttering to himself and furiously making notes. "What's going on?"

Harry groans and lets go of Joe's shirt, smoothing it slightly as he slumps against the wall looking miserable and annoyed. "I opened my big mouth about the wedding and now he's..." he swallows thickly, "planning."

Joe's gaze darts back to Harry and he smiles. "Really? Wait—" He holds up a hand. "Whose wedding?"

"Ours," Harry says waving a hand between himself and Joe. "We're doing a double thing," he clarifies, even though there's no way Joe can mistake his meaning. He's suddenly nervous, realizing Joe probably didn't know that before now. He feels like a right arse for blurting it out now.

Joe nods dumbly for a moment and hugs Harry before he can stop himself. He's not altogether sure why Harry would do such a thing for him and Draco but he's insanely grateful nonetheless. "Thanks," he says thickly once he lets Harry go. "I was worried..." he trails off, looking at Draco and sighs. "I hated the thought of there being no one there for us."

Harry nods and pats Joe's shoulder. "Well, we're all a bit light on guest lists, so." He shrugs and grins. "He's already sent out invitations." He can't help but look annoyed and Joe laughs quietly.

"Not happy about some of the guests?" Joe guesses.

Harry snorts. "You could say that, but I've been assured that one particular arse won't bother coming so I won't let it bother me," he says and shoots a nervous glance at Draco. "Right, I better go before he yells at me again." He heads upstairs, intent on dragging Jake along. He was not going to suffer alone. He pauses halfway up and turns back to Joe. "I'd only go in there if you want a job to do."

Joe grins and shoves his hands in his back pockets as he bounces on his toes. "I'll give him a job." He laughs at Harry's dubious expression—Harry knows Draco well enough to know that nothing will distract him—and turns with a wave and heads into the kitchen.

When Harry hears a muffled indignant howl from Draco he grins and continues up the stairs, humming happily.