"Cream, or champagne?" asked Harry, exasperated.
"Cream... champagne..." murmured Draco, lifting two pieces of fabric in the air, examining them through Harry's glasses.
"Draco, it's just for the bridesmaids dresses, it's not very important-"
"Shht," hissed Draco, "Harry, I love you, but your taste is worse than Albus's. Please, let me decide my daughter's bridesmaids' dress hues."
"Father, honestly-" Lily began, but Draco held up a hand.
"This is your wedding, Lily, and I'm going to make it the best day of your damn life. I'm your father; it's kind of my purpose," Draco said, not taking his eyes off the two fabrics. The cream was softer, but the champagne was silkier.
Harry and Lily shared looks, father and daughter, but they said nothing with the blond tyrant in front of them.
"Champagne," Draco declared finally, "it's very compatible with your girls' skin tones, and cream makes Rose's hair dimmer."
Harry, not understanding a word that left his husband's mouth, beamed at Lily. "I told you he's better than Lysander's mum!"
Lily rolled her green eyes, identical to Harry's. "You told me he forced you to and that there was no way you'd fight him because he'd bring out the whip agai-"
"That's- I did not-" Harry stammered, flushed, but Draco was not paying attention.
"Wait, what colour will Lysander's suit be?" asked Draco, worriedly glancing down at the thick binder he piled together, labeled Lily and Lysander's Wedding.
"I don't know, black?" Lily asked wearily. "Really, Father, it's not that big of a deal; Dad, tell him-"
"Not a big deal?" Draco shrieked, slamming the wedding planner closed. "Not a big deal?"
Harry backed away slowly, making eyes at Lily to communicate silently that she should do the same-
Draco snatched Harry's arm and pulled him close, pointing his finger at Harry's face and widening his eyes at his daughter; he really looked like a madman. Lily braced herself, preparing for one of her father's monologues, and it came: "When I married your father, it was madness! My mum went insane, going everywhere from Madam Malkin's to Romania! Father was still in shock, of course, but never mind that! He," Draco gestured at Harry, "had Molly Weasley, your great-aunt, fussing over it like a madwoman! She handmade ever damned robe, until she made even that Weasley girl look presentable!"
"Hey, now, she was my mother-" Lily started, but Harry widened his eyes at her to ensure her that was not an argument she wanted to have with Draco. Lily glared at her father until Harry gave in.
"Draco?" he asked timidly, Draco's hand still clutching his husband's tightly. "Perhaps you're stretching yourself thin over this wedding? M-Maybe you need a break?"
Draco stopped staring at the wedding planner and faced Harry. "A break?" he asked softly.
Harry exhaled, relieved. "Yeah, why don't we take a break?"
A small smirk formed at Draco's mouth. "A break break?"
Harry returned his playful grin and Lily got the message. "Oh. Oh, ew! Come on, not while I'm in the room!" she screeched, snatching the binder and hurrying out of the room.
"Oh, don't act like you haven't done it with Lysander!" Harry hollered after her.
She shook her head vigorously and yelled back, "I'm not listening!"
As Harry and Draco heard her door slam upstairs, they realized Draco was still gripping Harry's arm. Draco let go, embarrassed, but Harry circled his arms around Draco's slim waist, clad in his Unspeakable robes. Draco shrugged off Harry's Auror robes.
"You really have been stressing over this wedding," Harry murmured, letting his head rest on Draco's shoulder so they were hugging.
"Well," Draco said into Harry's hair, "I want Lily to have the best wedding possible. And James and Albus, if those hooligans could find spouses with hair like yours."
Harry laughed softly. "Don't forget Scorpius. And I found you, didn't I?"
Draco swallowed, overcome with emotions at those simple words. "Yeah," Draco said softly, as the golden rays of the sun disappeared below the surface. "Yeah, you did."