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Sorry I haven't updated for a while, I have been working on another story. Here's the next chapter.

Disclaimer: Stuff from the Harry Potter books is not mine. Ok? Good.

Wedding Day

"Oh Harry, you do look handsome." Exclaimed Ginny as she walked into one of the bathrooms at St. Albus's Church. Harry was stood in a dark grey suit in front of a mirror, fussing over his hair.

"It just won't lay flat." He irritably told Ginny, turning to face her.

She smiled widely and then proceeded to brush off imaginary dust from his shoulders.

"Look at you, all grown up and getting married."

Harry smiled at her, "Don't you start as well! I've had your mother, Remus, Hermione, Fred, George…"

"Okay, I get it. But it's true you know. After the twins, I thought that you would want to be on your own for life."

"I never wanted to be on my own," Harry said, turning to face the mirror again, "I just wanted to be with Draco."

Ginny patted his arm gently, and then left him to himself. Harry looked at himself in the mirror, eyeing his reflection. His memory's eye flashed himself as he first remembered he looked like; small, scrawny, with a tuft of black hair a red and sore looking scar on his forehead. He pictured the younger Harry was staring back at him through the mirror, thick glasses and all, and he smiled.

Instead of that scared little boy there stood a brave man in that mirror. Still small compared to the Weasleys and Draco, but he was nearing six foot now. Not bad for a guy whose family height history ranged from just above four foot to five foot eight.

His hair had changed slightly too. His new-found self confidence and regular health patterns made his locks soft and shiny. The jet black hair that clung to Harry's head would never lie flat, but some things never do change.

His face had grown fuller. Still defined, but no longer so skinny. In his arms, muscles had sprung and grown; not too big but defiantly there. In fact, his whole body had changed in some way. From a young age, Harry's ribs could be seen if you looked under a heap of baggy clothes. Now, his tight six-pack was slightly noticeable beneath his fitted garments. His nose was small and straight and now didn't look too long for his face. He had grown into himself nicely.

On his forehead, covered by a sweeping fringe, lay a thin scar. A constant reminder of the battles he had faced and the wars he had won. It was a permanent record of everything he had lost and everything he had gained. Beautiful horror, sweet misery.

Beneath curious eyebrows sat two diamond shaped eyes. They were still as bright as they were when he was born, and the emerald orbs bore right into anyone. No glasses adorned them because a spell had righted Harry's sight many years ago. After all, it would do no good to loose your glasses in a fight against Voldemort. Now though, behind the twinkles, past sorrow was embedded in Harry's eyes. Not so noticeable to many, it was only if you were nose-to-nose with Harry and in the depths or high of some sort of emotion, that you could see that hidden horror.

Harry sighed as the mental image of his younger self disappeared. Instead, he saw the man he had become.

"Things certainly change." He told himself, glancing at the mirror's image.

The mirror replied sharply, "No time to dawdle on that now; time comes and passes. And you're about to pass the time of your wedding."

"What?" Harry glanced at the clock. The two hands were about to meet at twelve.

"Your wedding, dear. I believe the event begins at noon." The mirror replied snootily.

With a nod of thanks Harry turned to check the clock again. Already? Now he wasn't so sure.

"You can do this." The mirror spoke to him in a gentle voice.

"No, I can't." Harry replied breathlessly.

"Yes, you can. Just think - you're going to be a family. You're going to have what you always wanted."

Harry gulped, shook his head, and then turned back to the talking glass. "But why-?"

"Why are you thinking all these thoughts? Does it mean you're having second thoughts because you're thinking like this? You're nervous dear, it happens to everyone before they go out."

Harry gulped again, but nodded. He felt like the small boy he had remembered.

"You'll be fine. This is what you want. You know how stubborn you are Mr. Potter. Why would you have agreed if you didn't really want this?"

"I don't know."

"Exactly. Now, off you pop."

"Yeah. Yeah." Harry gulped again, and then walked out of the door towards the wedding hall.

"The bond is now complete. You may kiss each other."

Harry and Draco shared a passionate kiss as the hall erupted into cheers. All the women were crying, and the men cat-calling. Harry smiled against Draco's grinning lips, and they pulled apart just in time to catch Mattie and Cass - who had decided that they wanted to go up with their parents.

The photographer pulled Harry and Draco aside as the crowds went into the neighboring manor house so that he could take their wedding photos. There were a few with Harry and Draco on their own; kissing, holding hands, standing together…that sort of thing.

After the photograph of the happy couple, the photographer brought in Mattie and Cass and he snapped up at least four photos of the smiling family. Then, Harry and Draco disappeared to behind the camera as the boys were photographed together and alone.

"At least we'll have some memory of how smart they looked," Harry commented as the photographer had to quickly redirect the boys away from a wet river bank.

"They take to photographers like ducks to water." Draco told Harry.

"Yeah. There are albums at home full of newspaper cuttings and pictures. I have to say, they don't normally get snapped in any bad poses."

"No?"

"No. Obviously, have a bit more luck than I did when I was younger."

They laughed and led the boys off to the waiting limousine that would drive them to the reception and then to their apparition station. Traveling out of the country nowadays meant you had to go by station, and they certainly weren't going to take a muggle aircraft.

The twins were due to stay with several people during their parents' honeymoon. They were at Ron's for four days, then spent the next three at Hermione and Charlie's before taking another trip. This third settling was a Ginny's so that the boys could be with Damien. They were to stay for two or three days and then spend the remained of the second week at Mr. and Mrs. Wesley's.

It was agreed that the boys spent another four days at their grandparents', Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. In this way, Draco and Harry's entire two and a half week honeymoon was filled with fun times and adventure for the boys. They hoped it would stop Mattie and Cass missing them too much.

After the reception and the goodbyes, Draco and Harry found themselves traveling to the apparition station.

"They'll be fine."

"Yeah. They'll be alright." Draco agreed as he closed the distance between himself and his new husband.

Harry moaned as Draco ran his tongue across Harry's bottom lip. The darker of the two opened his mouth willing, and their tongues battled fiercely against each other. Draco groaned into the kiss as Harry cupped his arse, pulling them closer together.

Breathlessly, Draco began trailing kisses down Harry's collarbone and the two of them grinded together fiercely. Harry wound himself around Draco as they became a mound of heaving bodies.

"Want you now!" Draco panted into Harry's ear as he struggled at his zipper.

"Oh god, yes!" Harry cried as he felt Draco finally undo both sets of trousers.

There was no time for taking off their shirts. There was no time to remove anything that wasn't on the bottom half of each man's body. Draco's precum lubricated Harry's entrance and he quickly thrust in as an act of desperate love and lust.

They groaned in unison and rocked hard against each other. As Draco thrust in and out widely, he hit Harry's sweet spot - causing the darker of the pair to moan Draco's name.

Harry's muscles clenched after about five minuets. He still wasn't over the edge, but Draco soon sorted that out. With one hand he held Harry in place so each thrust could go deeper, but with the other he was coaxing Harry's cock to join in the fun.

In fact, Draco came before Harry. His lover's ministrations and muscle spasms sent him into oblivion and Harry soon followed, spurting seed all over Draco.

"Happy," pant "Honeymoon," pant "Darling," Draco whispered as they clung to each.