Has it really been almost two weeks since I posted? This summer is going by so fast.
Fantasy Fiend09- I hope I'm not dragging this out too much
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"Are you ready Harry?" Hermione asked, walking up to him and straightening his bow tie.
He nodded. "Wow, Hermione, you look . . . well, you're about the most beautiful bride I've ever seen."
"Thank you," she blushed. "You look quite handsome yourself."
Music began to play, cueing them to walk down the aisle. Harry held out his elbow for her to take hold. "Shall we?" he asked.
They walked slowly toward the altar, past guests seated on either side of them. When they reached the end, Hermione turned toward Ron. He stared with his mouth open.
The minister began to speak. "Friends and family, we are here today to celebrate the marriage of these young people. Of all my duties, the one that gives me the most pleasure is to unite a man and woman as partners in love and life."
Harry cleared his throat subtly.
"Right," the minister said. "To unite two people as partners in love and life."
The small wedding party listened as the minister went on about commitment and respect, with a healthy dose of reverence for marriage. Though not particularly religious, Hermione had wanted a Christian ceremony to please her muggle parents. Luckily, this minister was also a wizard. And Ron simply wanted to be married. He didn't care if a goblin performed the ceremony.
Soon enough, the preaching was over, and the vows began. Ginny handed Hermione Ron's ring, and Harry handed Hermione's ring to Ron. The pair exchanged rings and repeated the words spoken by the minister. By the time Ron had managed to choke out the words "I do", Molly had gone through several tissues.
"Do we get to kiss now?" Ron whispered to the minister.
"Not yet," an officiant from the Ministry of Magic told him. "I haven't performed my part of the ceremony yet."
Ron pursed his lips in disappointment.
"Don't worry, I'll be quick," the officiant laughed. "As a representative of the muggle courts, as well as the Ministry of Magic, it is my honor to perform today's second ceremony. Who has Harry's ring?" he asked.
"Oh, me," Ron said, pulling it out of his pocket. He handed the plain gold band over to Draco.
"Harry and Draco have decided to recite their own vows at this time. Draco, you first."
Draco cleared his throat. He was much more nervous than he expected to be. With hundreds of eyes on him, and ears hanging on his every word, his voice cracked several times before he was able to begin. Behind him, best man Blaise gave him a reassuring pat on his shoulder.
"Harry, I give you this ring today as a symbol. It's not only a symbol of our commitment to each other, but a representation of our relationship. We have come full circle, starting out together at Hogwarts." He chuckled. "Though not exactly as friends."
Several guests laughed along with them.
"You saved my life back then, in more ways than I can name. And now, you've helped me give it meaning and purpose." He paused. "I love you. And I intend to spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you've made me."
He slipped the ring onto Harry's finger, and sniffed ever so softly. Harry paused a moment to gaze at it before he began.
When he looked up to recite his own vows, Draco's bottom lip was quivering and tears were streaming down his face. He reached out and wiped away what he could, cupping Draco's cheek afterward.
Harry took a deep breath and smiled. "I would place a ring on your finger and talk about what it means to me, to give you a piece of my family history, and how proud I am to have you wear it. But you refused to take it off once I gave it to you. So I guess I'll skip that part." He tapped his family ring on Draco's finger.
A few giggles could be heard throughout the room.
"Instead, I'll just tell you that before you and I were once again thrown together by fate, I was going through the motions. I had no idea what I'd been missing until you showed me. You say I saved your life, but I think it was the other way around. And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you." His voice wavered. "Those words are easy to say, and perhaps said too often, but not meant enough. I hope to show you, in every way, how very much I love you. So, you'll know, even if I don't say the words."
Draco returned the favor of wiping away a tear or two from Harry's eyes.
"Harry and Draco, Ron and Hermione, you have declared your intentions in front of family and friends, and exchanged rings as symbols of your commitment to one another. So, by the power vested in me by the Ministry of Magic-"
"And the Church of England," the minister interrupted. "We now pronounce you husband and wife. And, husband and husband."
The officiant announced, "You may kiss your spouse."
Ron swiftly scooped Hermione into his arms and kissed her passionately enough to make Ginny blush next to them. Harry and Draco kissed tenderly, and finished long before Ron released Hermione.
The guests clapped and cheered for all the newlyweds, rising to their feet.
Lucius Malfoy placed his wand against his neck and performed a Sonorus charm.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please join Narcissa and myself in the ballroom for refreshments before the reception," his voice bellowed over the crowd.
Narcissa nudged him and nodded toward the Weasleys.
"Forgive me. I meant to say Narcissa, myself, and Arthur and Molly Weasley" he begrudgingly corrected.
Narcissa smiled at the other couple, though they didn't appear altogether pleased.
After removing the spell, Lucius complained to his wife on the way to the ballroom.
"It's our home. I don't see why we should have to include them."
"Because, it's the gracious thing to do. Besides, she did provide a fair amount of food, as well as the wedding cake. And they helped to decorate. Being of limited means, they did what they could to contribute."
Lucius scoffed. "Poor man's fare and a lopsided cake? It's hardly fitting for my son's wedding reception. And I wouldn't at all be surprised if the trimmings were all knitted."
Narcissa gasped when they entered the ballroom. Floating above the tables appeared to be balloons filled with candles. Every table was covered in satin cloth in shades of silver and gold. The centerpieces, which were tall vases of white gladiolus Narcissa had ordered herself, were each tied in either royal blue or rich maroon ribbon.
A server walked by, then realizing he'd bypassed the hosts, turned around and offered a bite from the tray.
"What is it?" Lucius wrinkled his nose.
"A petite goat cheese puff with apricot glaze."
Narcissa took one. "Thank you."
"It doesn't look appetizing."
While Lucius was still deciding wether or not to sample it, she had eaten hers. She didn't hesitate to pick one up and pop it in her husband's mouth.
"Shut up and eat it, darling." She addressed the server again. "Is this from the house elves or the Weasleys?"
"I believe Mrs. Weasley made these," he replied. "If you'll excuse me, I should circulate the room."
"Of course," Narcissa answered, and took another before he left. "Admit it, Lucius. It was delicious."
He rolled his eyes. "It was . . . good."
"And the decor is simply beautiful. It goes beautifully with my flowers."
Several of their guests came up to give their congratulations on a lovely wedding, and elegant party. The Parkinsons and the Clayworths both told them their house elves had outdone themselves. Lucius was happy to leave it at that, but Narcissa insisted on giving the Weasleys their due credit.
While their guests were enjoying hors d'oeuvres, Harry, Draco, Ron and Hermione were busy in the garden getting their photographs taken.
"Are my eyes still red?" Draco asked.
"No, you look wonderful," Harry answered.
"As if you're a good judge," Draco smirked.
Ron rubbed at his face. "Am I good?"
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"For goodness sake, I think the three of you cried more than Molly."
"Did not," protested Ron.
"I think it's sweet," Hermione softened. She kissed his cheek.
The couples stood in front of the dazzling display of roses, posing for countless photos. While Hermione was sat on a stool, getting photographed alone, Ron gaped, oblivious to all else.
"She really is stunning," Draco commented.
"Yeah," Ron said absently. "What the fuck is she doing with me?"
Harry and Draco laughed.
"I've been asking myself that same question for years," Harry joked.
"What?"
"I'm only kidding. But you don't know how frustrating it was for me to watch the pair of you slowly fall in love, and do nothing about it. And now you're finally married." Harry smiled.
"I kept thinking she was going to meet someone and realize she could do better than her childhood crush," Ron said.
"But she would never find a better man, or someone who knows her the way you do. The pair of you really do compliment each other."
Ron nodded. "I only hope our kids look like her, though. We've got enough gingers in this family."
"A non-ginger Weasley? Is that possible?" Harry laughed.
"I guess we'll find out soon enough."
"What does that mean?" Harry asked.
Ron leaned close. "It's one of the reasons we moved up the wedding. She's two months up the duff. Of course, we didn't tell Mum that."
"Congratulations, Ron. That's wonderful." Harry hugged Ron.
Draco held out his hand to shake. "Wow, children already," he said.
"Yeah, I guess it's coming a little sooner than I thought. But Hermione and I have been together for six years. We're ready."
"You'll be great parents," Harry smiled.
"I suppose the two of you will be waiting, seeing as you've only been together a short while," Ron commented offhandedly.
"Children?" Draco looked cautiously to Harry. "I never fancied myself a father."
"Oh. Well, there's nothing wrong with that," Ron said.
"Ron, come here. They want pictures of the pair of us," Hermione called.
Ron walked over to her, happy to be out of that conversation. If Harry's face was any indication, he and Draco didn't necessarily agree on the subject of children.
Harry frowned. "I guess we should have talked about that before we got married."
"Do you regret it already? We haven't even made it into the reception."
"No, of course I don't regret it. I'm merely saying that we should have gone into it, having discussed our future expectations more thoroughly."
Draco bit his lip. "Does it disappoint you that I'm not so certain I ever want children?"
"I'm not certain either," Harry replied. "I mean, I've been looking after Teddy occasionally during the summers. He's quite a handful. I don't know if I could do it full time, though. As much as I love him."
Draco frowned. "It's just something I thought wasn't in the cards for me. Unless someone has invented a pregnancy spell for wizards," he
said. He paused and glanced over at Ron and Hermione. "I'm realizing that there is much more we don't know about each other, than we do."
"And we'll have years to discover it all," Harry smiled. "As far as children go, I feel far too young to be a father. Even though my own parents were only twenty when I was born."
"Merlin, and I thought my parents were young at twenty-six."
"The point is," Harry said, taking Draco's hands in his own. "Neither of us is ready now anyway. And we've got plenty of time to decide together, whether or not we want to raise a family."
Draco nodded. "I just don't want you to regret rushing into this with me."
"The only thing I regret when it comes to you, is how much time I wasted."
They kissed until they heard the clicking sounds of a camera.
"Ugh," Harry groaned.
"I want that framed," Draco smirked.
Hermione giggled. "It's time to make our entrance."
"Yeah, before all the food is gone," Ron said. "And I could use a drink."
The foursome made their way to the ballroom. When the band leader saw them in the doorway, he stopped the light jazz music they had been playing.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, addressing the guests. "Please direct your attention to our newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Weasley, and, uh . . ."
Draco and Harry looked at each other. Apparently, no one took them seriously when they said they were planning to hyphenate their names.
"The Potter-Malfoys," Harry shouted to the band leader.
"Quite right," he answered. "Mr. and Mr. Potter-Malfoy."
Harry rolled his eyes. He wondered if things were always going to be so complicated.
"If you will take your places on the dance floor." The band leader raised a baton and the band began to play the selection chosen for the first dance. The photographer had followed them from the atrium and clicked away as they danced.
"This is worse than when I was young," Harry said in Draco's ear. "I've always hated getting my picture taken."
"You'll be glad when have a lovely album to share with family and friends. Besides, you should be focusing on me, not the camera."
He kissed Harry, who normally shied away from too much public affection. Seeing as it was their wedding day, Harry made an exception and kissed him back with enthusiasm.
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Between the second and third course of dinner, the newly married couples mingled with guests. Harry was thrilled to see Hagrid there. He dearly missed him during the past school year. They spent a great deal of time catching up while Draco made the rounds with the other pureblood families.
Ron and Hermione remained glued to one another's side, visiting with their former professors, as well as Charlie and Percy, who'd both been out of the country for the past year.
As Lucius preened for some of the wealthier pureblood aristocrats, his wife joined the Weasleys.
She held her hand out to them. "Mr. and Mrs. Weasley."
"Oh, please, call us Molly and Arthur."
"Of course," she smiled. "The ballroom looks incredible. It's always been impressive, but the decor is perfect. I especially love the floating balloons."
"That's Georgie's. He made up a special charm for them."
"Well, everything is just lovely. And the goat cheese puffs- delicious."
"Molly has always been an exceptional cook." Arthur put his arm around his wife and gave her a squeeze. "Thank you so much for hosting. It meant so much for Ron to have his and Hermione's ceremony with Harry's. And, um, Draco's, of course," he added.
"Our pleasure," Narcissa smiled. "When Draco came to me with his wedding dilemma, and the solution of a double ceremony, I couldn't refuse him. I've never seen him so happy as he is with Harry."
"And, you know, Harry's as good as our own son, so we're practically in-laws," Molly beamed.
Narcissa had to hold back the laugh, as she considered what Lucius' reaction to that would be.
"Practically," she said.
"Speaking of in-laws, we'd better go mingle with the Grangers, dear," Arthur said.
"Oh, yes," Molly said. She nodded to Narcissa and left with Arthur.
Narcissa looked around the room. She was a little disappointed to see that the guests had formed smaller cliques throughout, rather than branching out and mingling. She supposed she couldn't expect people such as the Parkinsons to interact with Hermione's muggle relatives. She sighed and weaved through the guests looking for her son.
"Are you sure you don't want to come back into the Auror program, Harry?" Kingsley Shacklebolt asked. "You could rejoin as an interrogator. You did a great job on the Malfoy case."
Harry laughed. "Thanks, but no thanks. I was highly motivated in that case."
"Fair enough," Kingsley said.
"Besides, Draco and I just got settled into our new place at Hogwarts not long ago. I'm very happy there."
"It shows. Congratulations, Harry."
The pair shook hands, and Harry went off to find Draco. They'd been separated far too long. On his way, he ran into Narcissa.
"Harry, I'm looking for Draco."
"Me too," he replied.
"It was a beautiful ceremony."
"Thank you. For all of this," he said. "I know it couldn't have been easy to open your home to . . . um, people you wouldn't normally entertain."
She smiled. "As Draco likes to remind me, I've had to alter my expectations since the end of the war."
Harry nodded and shifted on his feet.
Narcissa reached out to him. "Please don't take offense. This may not have been the wedding I've always imagined for my son, but I couldn't be any more delighted with the way it's turned out. Especially, his choice of spouse."
Harry smiled brightly. "Thank you. That means the world to me."
They shared a hug, and were interrupted by Lucius.
"Darling, they're beginning to serve the main course. Come, sit with me." He looked Harry up and down, still seeming to disapprove. "Draco is waiting for you at your table," he said curtly.
"Thanks," Harry replied.
After Harry left, Narcissa chastised her husband. "You should be nicer to him. He's your son-in-law now."
"Don't remind me," Lucius groaned. "Do you have any idea how many times I've had to endure comments about Draco's sexual orientation. Followed by, oh, but there's nothing wrong with that, of course." He sneered.
"Well, there is nothing wrong with it," Narcissa told him. "Did any of their homely daughters snag a prize like Harry Potter? No, only our Draco. Only he is good enough for the Chosen One."
Lucius contemplated her words. He held his head up and escorted his wife to their table. "You're right. Fuck 'em."
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Ron reluctantly approached Harry and Draco on the dance floor.
"I hate to interrupt, mate," he leaned in. "But, um, Mione and I are ready to cut out of here."
The pair stopped dancing but held their position.
"Oh, all right," Harry said. "You didn't really need to say goodbye yet. We'll see you in the morning, yeah?"
"Um, well, didn't come to say goodbye," Ron admitted. "I haven't the foggiest idea where our bloody room is."
Harry laughed. "It is a big place." He turned to Draco. "I'd show him, but I still don't have the layout down myself."
"I'll be happy to escort them," Draco offered. "Besides, I wouldn't mind getting out of here myself."
"But most of the guests are still here," Harry said.
"I think they'll understand if we leave," Draco smiled. "It is our wedding night."
Harry glanced around then settled on Draco's hopeful expression.
"Okay."
"Brilliant," Ron said, tugging Harry off the dance floor with Draco in tow. "Mione feels all right tonight so far, so we'd better hurry up."
Frowning, Harry asked, "What do you mean?"
"Morning sickness. Or in her case, all the time sickness," Ron answered.
"Bad luck," Draco snickered. One more reason to enjoy being a gay man.
"Oh, Harry, thank goodness." Hermione stood waiting at the bottom of the grand staircase. "We got lost."
"Clara," Draco called. The house elf popped in front of him. "Do you know where Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's room is?"
Clara bowed and nodded. "Clara has readied the blue guest room for them." She wrung her hands. "Is Master Draco finding that satisfactory?"
"Yes." He patted her head. "Thank you."
"Shall Clara be showing them to their room?" she asked, then bowed again.
"No, that's all right. It's just down the hall from my room. Harry and I will take them."
"Yes, Master Draco." She glanced up at Harry. "And Mister Harry Potter."
"That's Mister Potter-Malfoy," Harry smiled at her.
"But, Master Harry will do," Draco said. "You're dismissed Clara."
Though she didn't say anything, Hermione appeared less than pleased with the entire exchange with the house elf. She let it go, not wanting to spoil the mood.
"Well?" Ron asked anxiously.
"Right," Draco nodded. "Follow me." He grabbed Harry's hand and lead them all up the staircase.
Ron and Hermione giggled most of the way, when they weren't stealing kisses. Every so often, Draco glanced back at Harry, who was always gazing up at him. He walked them up the stairs, down a dim hallway, then up a second set of stairs and down another dim hallway.
They stopped in front of a large, heavy, wooden door. Draco turned the knob and opened it.
"This is your room."
Ron gently pushed Hermione through. It was already alight with candles, and it smelled of fresh flowers.
"Blimey, you could fit two of my bedrooms at the Burrows in here," Ron said, mouth agape.
"There's a private bath through that door," Draco pointed. "And a small balcony past the sitting area."
"If you need anything, you can call for Clara. Or Wort. But I don't recommend him, he's rather grumpy."
Harry stepped forward and put his hand on Draco's shoulder, while peeking inside the room. "Looks like your overnight bags are in here as well."
"It was really very kind of your parents to let us stay here tonight," Hermione said to Draco.
"My parents are nothing if not gracious hosts."
"It would have been odd to stay at the Burrow," she added.
"I think the word your looking for is intrusive," Ron grumbled.
"Shall the four of us apparate there together tomorrow morning?" Harry asked.
"Um, yeah, about that," Ron began. "I think my mum may have invited Draco's parents to Easter brunch as well."
Draco raised an eyebrow. His mother hadn't mentioned it to him. Then he thought perhaps she was planning on springing it on his father at the last minute. It was probably better that way.
"That should be interesting," Harry said. His hand moved from Draco's shoulder to the small of his back.
"At least Mione and I leave for our honeymoon right after," Ron said.
"Oh, we'll have ours in the summer," Harry smiled. He lowered his hand to Draco's arse as the two couples stood facing each other. "So we'll have to make tonight count."
Draco struggled to keep his composure as Harry's fingers stealthily traced the curve of his arse.
"Yes. And I'm sure the pair of you don't-" Draco gasped a little when a finger poked the fabric between his cheeks. He cleared his throat and finished. "You don't want to be wasting your time talking to us."
"No offense," Ron said.
"Thank you for everything," Hermione started to move towards Harry to hug him.
"Oh, no you don't," Ron pulled her back. "You're not stepping foot out of this room."
She giggled as he grabbed her by the waist and shut the door.
"That was cruel," Draco breathed.
"They were just anxious to get started," Harry grinned.
"Not them, you. I'm quite certain Hermione noticed the tent my trousers have now become." He blushed. "You're lucky our room is just down the hall, or I'd take you right here and now."
Draco grasped Harry's hand and pulled him to a room at the top of the stairs. He opened the door and before it even closed again, he had Harry's trousers unzipped and halfway to the ground.
"Fuck, I need you right now," Draco whimpered, dropping his own trousers and pants. He pushed Harry toward the bed from behind. Fortunately, it was only a few feet, as they could barely walk with their trousers still wrapped around their feet.
Harry mumbled a lubrication spell they had recently learned and leaned over with his hands bracing him on the mattress.
In a fever, Draco guided himself in, and once there reached around for Harry's cock.
"Oh, Harry," he whispered. Harry groaned in response.
Just a few hard strokes in, Draco cursed loudly.
"God fucking damnit." He stilled and squeezed Harry tightly. His forehead rested on Harry's back. They remained in position, shirts and jackets still on, bent over the bed, for a few moments.
"I'm sorry. That had to have been the fastest honeymoon fuck in history." He slipped out of Harry and turned him around. Harry's cock was still hard and throbbing. "I'll take care of that for you."
Draco lowered to his knees and took Harry into his mouth. It took little time before Draco was happily swallowing Harry's load.
Harry smiled down at him. "Reminds me of our first encounter. Except that time, it was me that couldn't hold out." He snickered. "As I recall, you said I gave you one of the best blow jobs you'd received."
"I didn't want to feed your ego too much," Draco teased. "But it was actually by far the best." He stood and kissed Harry. "I'm sorry."
"There's nothing to apologize for. We've officially consummated our marriage." Harry grinned. "I'm certain round two will last much longer."
"It was completely your fault, you know. Teasing my arse right in front of them."
"Yes, I rather enjoyed watching you try and act like nothing was going on," Harry chuckled.
"How about a bath?" Draco suggested.
"Brilliant." Harry glanced around and he removed his clothing. "This is your bedroom, isn't it?"
"Was," Draco corrected. "I suppose it always will be. This is where I stay when I visit."
Harry giggled. "It really is pink and purple."
Somehow, it wasn't insulting coming from Harry.
"Blush and mauve," Draco smirked. "Come on," he said as he finished stripping. "I think you'll like the bathroom better."
Harry gasped when he walked in. Not only was it much larger than his former bedroom at Hogwarts, it was furnished better. The countertops were black marble, to match the toilet and bidet. The glass shower appeared to have real gold fixtures. And the bath, also black marble, was large enough to accommodate a minimum of three people. But what struck Harry the most was the artwork on the walls. He stood, and turned around in place.
"Wow," he said absently. "Where did you get all these?"
Draco laughed. "Collecting nude art was somewhat of a hobby in my post- Hogwarts years, before I became serious about a career and moved out."
"This seems sort of familiar," Harry said. "But I don't think I've ever seen it. I haven't really seen much art."
"That's one of the few female nudes. It's a print by a muggle called Klimt," Draco told him. "I'm sure you must have seen his most famous work, The Kiss."
Harry shrugged.
"I only bought this one because I thought they were lesbians. It's called Girlfriends."
"It's very colorful," Harry noted. He glanced at a black and white photograph hanging over the toilet. "Who is that?"
Draco smiled. "One of my favorites. Rudolf Nureyev. He was a gay ballet dancer, one of the best in the world."
"How ever do you manage to piss in here, looking at that? He's quite fit. And hung."
"I suppose I'm rather indifferent towards them now." Draco blushed before admitting, "However, I spent a great deal of time wanking in here between lovers."
"I can imagine," Harry said. There were several magical pornographic photos throughout the room, bumping and grinding, a few to completion.
Harry was, by no means a prude, but the proliferation of sexual stimulation on the walls gave him pause.
"Are you sure Rita Skeeter exaggerated her stories about you?" he teased.
"Hm, did I say that?" Draco smirked and bent over to turn on the faucet for the tub, something that only added to Harry's arousal. "Lemon lavender, oatmilk calendula, or ambergris?"
"I have no idea what you just said," Harry stood dumbfounded.
Draco chuckled. "I wanted to know what scent bubbles you'd like."
"Oh," Harry laughed at himself. "Whatever will turn you on the most."
"Ambergris it is." Draco poured a generous capful into the running water. "Not that I need it. Pouring you into the bath will have a much stronger affect."
He dimmed the lighting, stepped into the tub and held his hand out for Harry. They settled into a corner as the water rose around them.
"Mm. This does smell good," Harry said, scooping up a handful of bubbles.
He smiled at Draco, then saw the expression on the Potions professor face.
"What's wrong?"
Draco shook his head. "Nothing. I just can't believe this is happening."
"We've taken a bath together before."
"Not as husbands. Not here in my room, where I've . . . always hoped you'd find your way into. I want this to last forever."
"It will. I promise. I want it too."
They lay in the tub, making plans for their honeymoon, and their future beyond that. Round two did indeed last longer than the first. As did round three. After that the pair slept soundly for what was left of the night, in Draco's pink and purple room.
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So, I know I'm a year off with Ron and Hermione's first baby, but this story isn't canon anyway. I was pretty obvious about the double wedding, but maybe not so much on why they pushed the date up?