Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in getting this out. I've been sick all month with ear infections (4 so far) and once the antibiotic left my system, it came back with a vengeance. I wasn't pleased at all with my rough draft of this chapter and not feeling well enough to be able to fix it, so I waited.

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The wedding was an elegant, yet private affair. Only Harry and Draco's closest friends and family were invited, in an attempt to limit the guest list as much as possible. Head Auror Bourke Covington wasn't on the list, nor were the dozens of politically influential witches and wizards he'd recommended that Harry invite. Covington was thinking about retiring in the next decade, which meant he was trying to groom Harry as his replacement. For the most part Harry did the things required of him at work, but when it came to his family, he refused to get them involved. Thus his boss was forced to make the political connections without him and find ways to promote him based solely on merit.

The wedding was therefore a small, intimate gathering. In attendance were only their ten, counting Teddy, children, Draco's parents and aunt, eight Weasleys adults, four Goyles, four Notts, and sixteen Weasleys. Lucius walked Draco down the aisle and all of the Malfoy children were in the wedding. Teddy, Cael, and Cyg served as Harry's groom's men, while Scorp and Brax were Draco's. Lyra and Cary were flower girls, and Sev was the ring bearer. Cassy sang and Ries was the piano player, the two of them providing all of the night's music.

Ron, Harry's best friend, was too busy controlling his first born in the audience next to a heavily pregnant Hermione to serve as best man. Harry preferred things the way they were, with his children standing up for him. Cyg was technically a Malfoy and should've been on Draco's side, but Harry wanted to make him feel special, so he was on Harry's side.

Cael was officially a Potter now. The papers made a bit of a fuss about the coincidence of the name change coming so soon after Harry arranged for Lucius' sentence to be commuted to house arrest. Luckily their lawyers had done everything on the up and up and no link could be discovered between the two events. Harry told Luna that it was simply the result of Cael asking his grandfather for a name change and Lucius granting it out of the goodness of his heart. Luna told her father, who printed it in the Quibbler, and the story was soon dropped.

Teddy and Scorp, being eleven, were home from their first year of Hogwarts for the Easter break. Teddy was a Gryffindor and Scorp was a Slytherin, but they were still the best of friends. They spent as much time as possible together at school and when they were home, they were virtually inseparable, alternating together between Andy's house and the Manor. The pair shared Teddy's room at Andy's house and had long since been moved into the spare office on the third floor of the Manor. It was far smaller than the Manor's regular generously sized bedrooms, but they didn't mind. They had undetectable extension charms enlarging the closet, shelves, and drawers, along with a bunk-bed maximizing their limited space.

Brax now shared a room with Cael, Ries was with Cyg, Lyra was still with Cassy, and Cary split the old nursery room with Sev. They had literally erected a temporary wall to split the nursery in two, so that their three year old boy wouldn't be sharing a room with their four year old girl, not that Sev and Cary seemed to mind each other; it was because of the fact that they were growing up and the adults worried about the future impropriety. Lucius and Narcissa still shared the master bedroom on the third floor, while Draco had moved into Harry's attic studio. Thus there was room for all at the Manor, with the other office taken back over by Lucius' jewelry making.

Having honored the terms of his house arrest to the letter, Lucius was considered a model prisoner. The Wizengamot had him on track for parole in another two years if he kept up the way he was going. Parole would mean more freedoms, including the ability to leave the Manor grounds. The ability to leave would make running his jewelry business easier, but he had managed it just fine by hiring the older children to be his assistants with buying supplies and delivering finished goods.

Lucius had spent the last three years fulfilling every promise he made behind bars. He spent five hours each weekday as Narcissa's teaching assistant, being needed now as much as ever, since she had six years of students in her classroom; Malfoy, Potter, and Weasley children. He spent an additional four hours out in the field, helping Draco with the crops. And all of that only to spend two hours in his office working on his craft. Weekends were the opposite, with most of his time spent on alchemy and jewelry making, with only the evenings spent with the children. He always saved his excursions to the quarry and the catacombs for weekends and for that he took the children with him. Teddy, Scorp, and Cael had all even been allowed to watch him perform alchemy in the forest.

With all that time spent working, it was no wonder Lucius had made so much money so quickly. He'd restored the Manor to its former glory, having purchased back a large portion of the furniture that had been sold off. They didn't have room for it all at the moment, because the bedrooms were filled with the children's things and the drawing room was still a playroom, but they had squeezed the furniture in where it could fit, replacing duplicated items where possible. What couldn't fit they packed off to Grimmauld Place. One day, after the children grow up and start moving out of the house, the remaining furniture would once again find a home in Malfoy Manor.

With the Manor back up to the Malfoy's exacting standards, Lucius was free to put all of his unneeded earnings into the various trust funds he was setting up for the children. Teddy has his inheritance from his parents, Scorp would be the heir to the title of Lord Malfoy and get the house, Cael was Harry's heir and would get Grimmauld Place, but that still left seven Malfoy children who Lucius was responsible for setting up in this world. Thus he had set up trust funds and was determined to work as hard as he possibly could to fill them.

As for Draco, he had been sleeping in Harry's bed with him since Sev turned two and the nursery was divided up for the toddlers. Given Draco's history and the fact that they already had a Manor full of shared children, they decided to forgo social norms about waiting until marriage to share a bed. Instead Harry welcomed Draco into his bed the moment Draco was emotionally ready for it. Sexual acts too were not held off until marriage, although they had yet to go all the way.

Up until now, it had been about making each other feel good and Draco getting used to being touched and touching Harry; they talked more openly about their feelings too, finally comfortable enough to open up with one another. They had beaten around the bush that first year of their relationship, neither quite ready to discuss sex and Harry waiting for Draco to initiate each sexual encounter. That second year though, Draco began to really open up and increased the frequency of said encounters. Then this last year, they had become so comfortable with each other it was like Draco had never been abused. Thus they had decided it was finally time to tie the knot and make it official.

It was their second year of being a couple when they sat down and discussed what they each wanted in the bedroom. Draco wanted what he was used to with the phantom, which was vaginal penetration. That was fine with Harry, but he also wanted anal penetration, desiring to bottom. Draco couldn't quite fathom why Harry wanted it and was wary of the idea at first, but had since gotten used to it. They had agreed that come their wedding night, they would start with Draco's, but would work up to Harry's.

Severus was no longer nursing, which meant that Draco could stop pumping breast milk and allow his body to revert to normal any time he wanted. The only thing was that he wasn't yet ready to do so. He had been this way so long that he was nervous about the idea of turning back. For one thing, he sort of liked the vagina and wanted to have the experience of actual vaginal sex, not rape or phantom sex, before having that option lost to him forever. For another, he couldn't imagine enjoying a penis in his arse or how Harry could enjoy it either. And with their gay relationship, he worried about potentially having to be entered anally, despite Harry's assurances otherwise. Harry, for his part, didn't mind the idea that he would be the exclusive bottom after Draco's change. On the other hand, he didn't want to push Draco into changing back before Draco was ready; he wanted to leave that decision up to Draco.

"Come on, up to bed with you. The children will be fine," Harry encouraged. They had just spent half an hour saying farewell to everyone for the night. Being their wedding night, Narcissa and Lucius had agree to watch the children and put them to bed. Thus they were free to share a more intimate moment up in their room, but Draco was dragging on the final staircase, looking down in the direction of the children.

"But we must remember to schedule Cyg for an appointment to get a new pair of glasses. Those ones are so mangled they can't be repaired properly any longer. And my father threatened that if he sees Cyg like that again, he's going to take the lenses out and set them in a pair he makes himself," Draco said. It was left unsaid that if Lucius made them, they would be platinum and look pretentious.

In Kindergarten Cyg's eyes had begun to go the way of Cael's. Their middle son now had to wear glasses to read, but he wasn't at all careful with them. Earlier that day he'd once again left them in his back pocket and sat on them. During the reception the children had each read prepared speeches for their parents. Scorp had gotten up there and read a speech about how he knew all along that his parents were meant to be. Even Sev, being held up and helped by Lucius had said, "I love my daddy and father." It was all very touching and moving. But, there was a holdup when it came to Cyg's turn, because he'd pulled out his mangled glasses and couldn't read his speech properly. Hermione had set her best repairo on them, but they'd been repaired one too many times and maintain the wonky shape. In the end Cael had come to the rescue by loaning Cyg his glasses.

Sev too now wore glasses, with his eyes being the weakest in the family. When Little Sev learned to walk, he started walking into walls, drawers, cabinets, toys, et cetera. The kid seemed naturally clumsy until the healer pointed out that the problem was his eyes. At the age of one, he was already near sighted, just like Harry had been. While Brax and Cyg could make do without glasses, they were an absolute necessity to Sev and Harry. But since Sev needed them all the time, they were just charmed onto his nose every morning, so he went through fewer pairs than Cyg, despite his younger age.

"Your mum will do it in the morning," Harry reassured and Draco relented, following Harry up the last flight of stairs.

The room wasn't how they'd left it. The mess they'd left on the sitting room half of the attic was cleaned up; Harry still inhabited the desk and half the bookcase, but the rest of space was now taken with Draco's things. The bed was made, the floor was picked up, there was a bucket of champagne on ice by the bedside, flowers strewn about the place, and even rose petals on the bed. Harry stepped into the room and lit the candles around the room. He let out a gasp of surprise as he took in the beauty of it.

"Looks like the elves have been hard at work," Draco said, coming from behind Harry to enter the room. He sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Let me pour the champagne before we get started," Harry suggested, going over to the bucket of ice.

While Harry worked, Draco cast a contraceptive charm on himself, just in case. It wasn't Halloween, so the broken curse wasn't at its strongest and it was possible that the anti-ritual was strong enough that they wouldn't be fertile ever again. But it was better to be extra cautious than risk another pregnancy, so they had agreed to use protection. Yesterday, Harry had taken an infertility potion that ought to last a month. Thus they were doubly covered.

Harry soon had two glasses of champagne, which he brought over to Draco. He handed one over and said, "A toast, to the rest of our long and happy lives. May we spend it doting over our children and many future grandchildren and as madly in love as we are now."

Draco replied with a, "Here, here," and they clinked their glasses together, before downing the small amount of bubbly liquid.

Draco made the first move, wedging himself into Harry's arms and pushing their lips together, initiating a passionate snog. The champagne glasses dropped carelessly to the floor, but didn't break, thanks to a shatterproof charm. Harry's eye glasses fogged up and were cast aside as well. And then they were frantically pulling off clothing, despite the exorbitant amount of money they'd paid for their wedding robes.

"I love you so fucking much right now, Draco," Harry said breathily, as Draco lay back on the bed, naked and fully exposed.

"I love you too," Draco replied, as Harry climbed on top of him.

Draco turned onto his side, his body propped up on one elbow. Harry also turned on his side propped up by an elbow and facing Draco, but he had a leg draped over Draco's body, so that their groins touched as they kissed. Their hands were all over each other. Draco's were on Harry's sides, chest, back, neck, and even his butt; much braver now than he'd been a few years before. Harry's were on Draco's nipples, waist, butt, and thighs. Harry's hand slipped between Draco's closed thighs, dipping into a pool of wet moister.

Pulling away from the kiss just enough to speak, Harry said, "You're wet."

Draco nodded and said, "I've been thinking about this all day."

"Are you ready?" Harry asked and Draco nodded again.

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It was like their two bodies moved as one and they were connected more deeply than ever before.

They cuddled together as they came down from their mutual orgasms. Being in their late twenties, they were no longer randy teenagers, but that night they acted like they were, engaging in multiple pleasurable rounds.

The start of their marriage ushered in a whole new period of happiness in their lives. It was no longer a time of recovery, of making up for lost time and healing from old wounds, but of growing old together and seeing the fruits of their hard labors mature. They had ten happy and healthy children and a large extended family to show for their efforts. They still had many years left to go before the children were out of the house and that was just the way they wanted it.

Author's Note: That's the end. I hope everyone enjoyed it! If you did, I'd love to hear from you and see that you've favorited it; it's one of my favorites I've written so far.

I currently have no sequels to this one planned. I am, however, thinking of posting a short little blub about each child and how they turn out.

I'm working on a new story that I will probably begin posting soon. The only problem is I don't have a name for it yet. Set in the months after the end of the war, Draco and Ginny are fighting over Harry. Ginny is the one Harry wanted and the socially acceptable choice, while Draco is the one he wants and a socially unacceptable choice. Draco has wormed his way into Harry's home with the help of their son, Leo Malfoy (acting on Voldemort's orders, Draco used dark magic during the war to impregnate himself with Harry's child). It features a deliciously snarky and not always nice Draco, which I love. So far I've just been calling it Leo Malfoy to myself, but that doesn't really capture the essence of the story. Does anyone have any ideas?