A/N: Yay! The wedding chapter! ^_^ I'm afraid the next chapter will be last. I am really out of practice with lemon scenes, so I don't know how it will turn out. Might take quite a while. [shrug] Anyway... voila!

Chapter Seven: Bachelors' Feet and Wedding Wings

Draco:

I felt as though my innards had been ripped out and were splayed across the grass below me. Tomorrow. Tomorrow was the day that I would become one with Harry, legally and in body. My spirit was already his.

I was not- like Harry- having a bachelors' party. Blaise had asked me if I was going to, but I had refused. Bachelors' parties are stupid things where your friends try to get you drunk, and strippers dance around on the tables, and generally no one has a good time. Particularly if your special someone finds out about all the terrible things you did. I was not going to-

It was at that moment that a large, dark shape swooped down the hall and cast a spell on me, sufficiently knocking me out.

When I woke up, it was to lots of noise and a huge headache. There was a horrible song playing off to my left, and a pair of huge hands right in front of me. I wanted to scream and hit something and then crawl off to bed, but as I had no idea where I was, I figured a better idea would be to look around.

The hands were, of course, Greg's.

When I fall down...

And you surrender

We are equal

Rolling together...

"Greg?" I snarled over the music, focusing in on his face. To my (un)surprise, Blaise, Vincent, and this Durmstrang wizard- Mikhail- were all grinning at me. "Aw fuck." I wanted to die.

"Hello, Draco. Have a nice nap?" Blaise leered at me from across the table.

Table? Glancing off to the sides, I found we were in some sort of sleazy stripper bar (figures) and there were three women in blue trying to get my attention. With breasts.

Breasts, I have decided, are rather ugly. They look like cups of fleshy Jell-O with nipples. Gross me out. Thank Merlin that Harry didn't have any.

Anyway, Blaise was hitting on the girls, Mikhail was hitting on Blaise, Greg and Vincent were trying to sing with the horrid song and get as drunk as possible..... and I was trying to sleep on the table.

The night before

The night after

And we're here again

Rolling together...

Eventually, I was able to crawl under the table (it was disgusting under there! I had to burn my clothes) and get away. However, once I was away from my terrible friends, I had no idea what I was going to do. I had been brought here blindfolded and trussed up, and I did not know where we were. But it was okay. As long as I didn't have to see any more breasts. Ugh.

I ended up calling a cab to take me over to Kings Cross Station. I knew my way home from there. But as soon as I got in the cab, I found myself regretting it.

The smell that came from inside was incredible. Old shoes, rotten underwear, crusty cheese, and locker rooms can only smell so bad. This was worse.

The only thing that kept me sane was the happy thought of me and Harry tomorrow.... yes.... tomorrow.... And then, halfway to the station, I realized what an IDIOT I was. Pulling my wand from my robes, I promptly disapparated to my nice, CLEAN room at home. And locked the door. And the windows. And put magical seals on all entrances.

Finally, finally, I lay back to sleep.

I woke up the next morning in a cold sweat.

Harry:

Wedding wedding wedding wedding wedding...... AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I smiled calmly at Hermione. "When is Draco going to be here?"

She was not fooled by my fake calm expression. "As soon as you calm down, you can walk out there and meet your .... er.... bride." Her eyebrows flickered. "But if you continue to be so scatterbrained that you don't realize you aren't wearing any pants..." She gestured to my bare legs.

Bare. Legs. They were pretty hairy, too.

So I put on pants. Backwards.

Wedding wedding oh crap, I can't do this!! What if, what if, what if???!!

I (with my pants finally on the right way) walked down the aisle with Sirius, who was standing in for my father. Draco was already standing in front of the altar, looking ready to scream or die or something similar. He was clutching a crumpled paper in his hands and his face was paler than I had ever known it to be before.

When I reached the end of the aisle, Draco took his place next to me and stood, shaking, waiting for the priest to say something.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to honor the union of Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter."

So far so good.

"As they have written their vows for each other, I will now ask them to read them out loud."

Oh SHIT!!! Desperately, I grabbed Ron's arm and muttered, "I left my vows in the back! Go get them!!!" He turned a funny paleish green and slipped away as Draco uncrumpled his paper and began to read.

"Harry, more than life itself, I will cherish you. Instinct demands that I hold my own life dear, love demands that I hold yours. You are my one and only, and always will be. No matter what happens down the road, I will always be yours. A Malfoy never breaks a solemn promise, and I will never break this. I love you, Harry Potter, and I am willing, if you will, to take your last name as my own." Here he paused and blushed. I was in awe. "And, finally, as if I haven't said this enough... I love you now and always."

Ron shoved a piece of paper in my hand and I smiled in relief.

But upon opening it, I found four words:

I CAN'T FIND IT

SHIT!!!!!!!

Clearing my throat nervously, I leaned forward a little. "Um... well... Draco, I had this really great wedding speech planned out about how much I love you and what I would go through for you, but ... somehow I misplaced it." There were several snorts of laughter from the audience, and Hermione burst into tears. "So, I guess I'll just say it. Nothing can tear me away from you. Death, sickness, the Dark Arts.... I love you, Draco. And I would be honored if you would take my name."

The priest turned towards me. "Do you, Harry Potter, take Draco Malfoy to be your lawfully wedded husband so long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

"And do you, Draco Malfoy, take Harry Potter to be your lawfully wedded husband so long as you both shall live?"

Draco turned a bright red. "I do."

"Now, by the power invested in me, I pronounce you man and husband." He looked at Draco. "You may kiss the Boy Who Lived."

Draco flung himself at me, and I caught him in my arms, our lips meeting again for the first time. People were cheering and crying, but I didn't care. I had what counts... Draco.

And the promise of Malfoysex that night.

To be continued....

(Okay... yes, next chapter is last, as I said.... and ... yeah. Lemon! Whee!)