A/N: Hello everyone! Thanks to all my reviewers who have helped with the character making & the process of getting this thing started. Now onto the review answers, & then the story!

Laurenlovepotter: thanks! I think I will.

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Now on to the story!

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"Okay now, since you are all finally here, we can get going. Today we will just be doing a simple scrimmage, starters verses the reserves. Everyone get out here onto the pitch, c'mon, c'mon. I'll be the referee. Let the game begin," the coach, Henry McDougall said to the 14 players.

Harry jumped onto his Firebolt 1000 as quick as he could, then sped up to the top of the pitch. Searching the ground below for the tiny glint of gold that was the snitch, he looked around at his fellow players. Greg Markovitch, a Hufflepuff who had graduated from Hogwarts a year before Harry did, but was never on the House Team, was the reserve Seeker. Fred & George had also made it to the pros of Quidditch, & were playing as the Beaters once again. They had even opened their own joke shop for in their spare time. Two of the Chasers were older, possibly in their late thirties- maybe even their early forties. The remaining Chaser was Bulgarian. He, like Krum, was a very tall, burly character who didn't speak much. The Keeper must have come straight out of school like Harry, because he looked quite young. He was a very clearly French player, as he spoke with a heavy accent & was wearing a French beret.

After a tiring hour of practice, just as the sun was beginning to set, the game ended & the players were allowed to go home. After apparating back to Godric's Hollow, Harry sat down on his couch to watch some television. He decided on the muggle DVD, Rat Race. He really needed a good laugh right about now, & that was the movie to do it. His favorite part was when Cuba Gooding, Jr. was on the bus full of I Love Lucy fanatics, but before he could even get to watch that part, there was a knock on the door.

"What is someone doing here at 9:45 at night?" Harry wondered to himself, answering the door.

"Ah, Potter. So we meet again," the man at the door said.

"What?" Harry said. Then, he finally realized who it was. "Malfoy! What are you doing here?"

"It's a long story," Draco said.

"Come in, come in. You can explain in here," Harry said, inviting his arch- rival inside.

"Nice place. Anyway, I'm here to warn you. My father is getting really angry, trying to get all the old Death Eaters to kill you for killing Voldemort. Most of them are actually agreeing with him, saying they should come after you. All except Snape, who I convinced shouldn't kill you even though he still hates you for being James' son. It seems he was in love with your mother, Lily, & hated you for being her son, but not his," Draco said.

"That would explain a lot," Harry said.

"The other reason I'm here is to apologize. I think we got off to a bit of a bad start. Let's start over. I'm Draco Malfoy," he said, holding out his hand for Harry to shake.

"Harry Potter," Harry said with a smile, shaking the extended hand. "So, how's life going for you?"

"Oh, it's fine. I'm married now though! Just got back from our honeymoon last week," Draco said happily.

"Wow! Never thought I'd see the day, a Malfoy married before a Potter. Just kidding, just kidding chap," Harry said to the menacing glare Draco gave him. "So, who's the lucky lady?"

"Oh, her name is Stef Parker, or it was anyway," Draco said. "I've got the feeling that it won't be too long before you meet her."

"Can't wait," Harry said.

"Okay, I suppose I should get going before Father finds out I'm here. I'll see you later," Draco said, then apparated out.

After finishing his movie, Harry went to bed for a very long, but peaceful, night of sleep.

In the morning, Harry called up Hermione so they could decide the simpler factors of the wedding.

"Well, I want a traditional muggle wedding, just with muggle clothes & such. That means that I would get to wear a fancy dress, & you can wear a tuxedo," Hermione said excitedly.

"Whatever you want," Harry said.

"Who do you want for your best man & grooms men?" Hermione asked him. "I think I'll have Ginny as my maid of honor, & Cho and Lavender as my bridesmaids."

"Ron will definitely be my best man, & I think I should have Neville & Seamus as my groomsmen," Harry answered.

They continued planning, deciding on Sirius' daughter Adrienne for the flower girl, & Remus' son, Todd, for the ring bearer. The date was set for July 17th, exactly a month from that day. They figured that they should apparate to the Weasley's house to ask whether or not Ron & Ginny wanted to be the best man & maid of honor.

"Sure!" Ginny & Ron said when they were asked.

"Excellent!" Harry & Hermione exclaimed.

The now engaged couple then went to Sirius' house to see if he wanted Adrienne to be their flower girl, then off to Remus to see whether or not Todd could be the ring bearer. They then called up the bridesmaids & groomsmen to see if they could come. All of them accepted their offers, so now all that was left was to find the perfect clothes for the wedding & send out the invitations.

After getting Hermione to write up the invitations in a fancy calligraphy pen, Harry copied them with a simple spell & sent them out to several of their old friends, aquaintances, & unfortunately, the Dursleys. Harry totally dreaded the fact that his old guardians, if you could even call them that, were coming to his wedding, but Hermione insisted that no matter how much they hated each other, it was the only proper thing to do.

The days went by slowly, Hermione eventually finding a beautiful wedding dress, well at least she said it was, she hadn't let Harry see it yet, Harry getting a very handsome tux, until finally, the day of the wedding arrived.