A/N Happy Thursday everyone, hope you enjoy this chapter, see you all on Saturday :D

'If you gentlemen are happy with that, then I will get them made and sent to you as soon as possible' Madame Malkin said cheerfully 'when is the big day?'

'Four days time', Severus answered 'Can you have them ready by then?'

'Of course Severus', the witch smiled

'Thank you Deidre', Severus said using her first, Harry blinked he had never heard her name used before, until now he wasn't ever certain she had a first name.

'I will return the day after tomorrow, make sure everything is right and take care of any adjustments that might need doing, good day gentlemen'

After she had gone, Severus and Harry had a cup of tea in the kitchen; Kreacher served them some freshly made scones with jam and cream. Busying himself in the pantry while his Masters ate.

'Have you decided who you would like to attend our wedding Harry?' Severus inquired

'Hermione, Andromeda and Teddy', Harry said with finality 'what about you?'

'I was going to ask Minerva' Severus answered 'she has always been good to me'

'That's the guest list taken care of', Harry chuckled 'Can Kingsley officiate?'

'Being Minister for Magic he can yes', Severus countered 'are you sure you don't want anyone else to attend the ceremony?'

'Positive, all I need are you and Mione, Andromeda, Teddy, Minerva and Kingsley', Harry assured him

'Me too', Severus agreed 'Why don't we invite Hermione and Minerva over for dinner tomorrow night, being Saturday she will be able to come?'

'Excellent idea Sev', Harry grinned 'I'll call Hermione and you can call Minerva'

'Done'

Everything was set for the next night, Harry had kept the reason from his friend as to why he was suddenly offering a dinner invitation at short notice that included the Headmistress of Hogwarts, but knowing him as she did, Hermione didn't press for details, she would simply wait until the night arrived.

Severus spoke to Minerva, who was delighted at the prospect of dinner and readily accepted the offer, he also spoke to Kingsley, the Minister was busy the next night and couldn't make dinner, but was more than happy to officiate the ceremony in four days time.

'Congratulations Harry', Hermione squealed hugging Harry tightly when he told her the news of his and Severus' engagement 'I told you everything would be ok'

'Thanks Mione', Harry smiled, hugging his friend back

'Congratulations Severus', Hermione added, giving the older man a quick hug

'Thank you Hermione', Severus nodded

'Yes congratulations to both of you', Minerva beamed 'it is wonderful news and I must say you make very handsome elves indeed'

Severus eyed the normally reserved and stoic woman, who was grinning from ear to ear, wondering if she'd indulged in a little elf made wine before making the trip.

Dinner was fabulous; Kreacher had really out done himself, with a slow cooked roast beef, with a creamy garlic sauce, vegetables and scalloped potatoes, for dessert there was a large chocolate cake, a fruit tart and custard.

While Harry and Hermione sipped their coffee on the back deck, watching as Severus showed Minerva the garden, a thought occurred to him.

'Mione I haven't got a wedding gift for Sev, he got me this house as a wedding gift', Harry told her

'We will think of something', Hermione answered calmly

'Yeah but what can match a house?' Harry replied worriedly

'Leave it to me', Hermione instructed, I will talk to Minerva and come up with something'

'Don't know what I'd do without you', Harry squeezed her hand

'Be incredibly miserable I would think', Hermione laughed

'More than likely', Harry agreed

As Severus slept later that night, Harry lay wide awake staring at the ceiling, silently admonishing himself for not thinking of a wedding gift sooner, his mate had done so much for him, no one had ever gifted him with something as lavish as a house before, and while Severus insisted that it was theirs, Harry couldn't help but feel the intention had been to gift it to him.

A headache was beginning to form behind his eyes, he rubbed his temples to try and ward it off, when that didn't work, Harry climbed out of bed in search of a pain relieving potion, he knew Severus kept some on a shelf in his lab and wouldn't mind if he took a vial.

Padding out of the room quietly, putting on his dressing gown as he went, Harry walked down the steps to the basement and as carefully and silently as he could, opened the door to his fiancés lab, flicking the light on as he went. Finding what he needed, Harry pulled out the cork and swallowed the contents of the vial; he was just going to dispose of the vial, when something caught his eye.

On one of the work benches were the notes Sev had taken for the healing potion he'd made and now delivered to St Mungo's, with them was a letter from one of the Head Healers thanking him for his dedication and hard work in seeking out such a beneficial remedy for patients discomfort. Beside that was that month's copy of Potions Monthly a publication Severus had long been a fan of.

'That's it' Harry said aloud, looking from the magazine, to the letter and then to the notes, he had the perfect wedding present for his Sev Elf, excitement coursed through his veins, racing back up the stairs Harry shot into the library and over to the fireplace, grabbing a handful of floo powder he stepped into the hearth and called out his destination.

Brushing soot from his night clothes, Harry lit the end of his wand and walked through the small sitting room he'd come into and down a narrow hallway, on the right hand side there was a pale coloured door, slightly ajar, he pushed it open enough to be able to squeeze past and enter the room. Lowering his wand, Harry tiptoed to the edge of the large queen sized bed and looked down at the sleeping form of his friend.

'Hermione?' Harry whispered 'Mione you awake?' He asked shaking her gently

Roused from her sleep, Hermione opened her eyes, seeing someone standing over her bed, must be dreaming she thought and snuggled down, the voice spoke again.

'AHHHHH' Hermione screamed, shooting out the other side of her bed, wand pointing shakily at the intruder.

'Wh- who are you?' she stammered

The light beside her bed came on, and Harry stood bathed in the faint glow it emitted 'Mione it's me', Harry said gently 'I didn't meant to frighten you'

'What in the name of magic are you doing here in the middle of the night?' Hermione demanded 'has something happened?'

'No, nothing like that, I had an idea for a wedding present for Sev and couldn't wait to tell you about it', Harry said casually

'Explain yourself', Hermione growled

'I will, but maybe you should put something on first?' Harry suggested averting his gaze

'What are you talking about I have some…' Hermione stopped as she realised that Harry was right and she had been standing in a bra and knickers for the last few minutes 'Yes well, it has been a little warm and I don't tend to sleep in much when it is', she added snatching her robe from the end of the bed.

Out in the kitchen, adequately covered Hermione poured two cups of tea and came to sit at the table with Harry, her friend was radiating excitement, his magic crackling in the air, for a moment the young witch feared for her kitchen and it's contents.

'Harry take a deep breath and calm down', Hermione implored feeling a slight tremor 'you're likely to blow my kitchen up if you don't'

'Sorry, it's I am so excited about Sev's present' Harry beamed

Taking a sip of her tea, feeling the warmth spread through her Hermione looked at Harry 'Tell me'

When Harry stepped through the floo of the cottage and went up to his and Severus' bedroom, the older man had just emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water dripping from his hair.

'Harry where have you been, I was worried when I woke and you weren't beside me', Severus countered

'Sorry Sev Elf, I couldn't sleep, so I went to see Hermione we have spent most of the night talking' Harry explained

'Talking about what?' Severus asked an uncertain edge to his voice

'Nothing bad I promise', Harry said warmly coming over to his mate 'It's a surprise I have for you'

'Oh?' Severus replied quirking a brow 'what sort of surprise?'

'A really really good one' Harry grinned 'now I better shower Mione will be here in an hour'

'Not so fast my little elf', Severus growled catching Harry before he could move past him 'not only did I wake up alone, but I have not had my morning fill of you my love'

Harry put his arms around Severus' neck and kissed him gently 'That better?'

Unwrapping the towel from his waist, Severus held it at either side and wrapped it around Harry, who was now flush against his naked body 'It is now, yes' Severus smirked

'I love the feel of your body pressed against mine', Harry whispered

'I love how my body feels when it's close to yours', Severus purred taking Harry's hand he moved it to his hardening penis, moaning as his lover ran his hand along the rigid shaft before cupping his balls, gently rolling them in his palm.

'I get so hot thinking about your heavy cum filled balls Sev, all the babies in there waiting to be conceived' Harry panted

'Oh Harry I can't wait to see you pregnant with our children, glowing and radiant', Severus groaned his cock twitching with every word

'Every time you cum in me Sev, there's a chance I'll fall pregnant', Harry's breath brushed over his neck as his elf nuzzled into warm flesh, still rolling his sac in his palm. 'Your hot seed deep in my arse, creating life'

'Merlin Harry', Severus cried out, ropes of cum shooting from his cock and covering his stomach and some of Harry, he rode the pleasurable wave; nothing had ever sounded so erotic as the talk of his elf with child.

Panting with ragged breath, he rested his head on Harry's shoulder, drinking in the scent. The wedding couldn't come quick enough, if Harry could elicit that response just by talking, the consummation was going to be a whole other ball game.

In the Wizarding quarter of Ireland was the office of the Potion Magazine that Severus had subscribed to and the editor Winston Bartholomew, who Harry and Hermione were going to see. Among other things they had discussed the night before, was the idea that Harry get Severus' healing potion published in the renowned magazine. Entering through a small wooden door, the pair stood in a small foyer, a large oak desk adorning the far wall, a small stout witch sat behind the desk, glasses perched on the end of her nose, not unlike Minerva often had hers.

'Can I help you?' she asked curtly

'Yes I would like to see Mr. Bartholomew if he is available?' Harry said politely

'What it is regarding?' the witch asked

'Publication of a very important potion', Harry replied

'Did you create this very important potion?' the witch said snidely

'No I didn't, but someone with incredible talent did', Harry snipped 'now I would like to see Mr. Bartholomew please'

'Sorry not just anyone can go and see our editor', the witch quipped

'Do you have any idea who I am?' Harry asked, hating that he had to use his name to get anywhere

'No' the witch snapped

'Then I suggest you get new glasses' Hermione said stepping forward 'this is Harry Potter'

The witch looked over the desk and paled as she realised her mistake in passing Harry off as another desperate attempt to get published.