Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be, except for Sev's family, Chastity & Kailani.
A/N: Thanks to Sunglow for beta reading, and to everyone who has reviewed so far. To answer a query I had, Sage has an affinity with magical creatures, so it wouldn't take too much of a stretch of the imagination to allow him to communicate with dragons. This chapter picks up at around April, just so you don't get confused with the timeline.
Sev and the Family Snape
Chapter 12 – Wedding Plans
"I've died and gone to heaven." a husky voice spoke into the darkness. It was answered by a soft laugh.
"I hope not. I want you around for the next hundred and fifty years."
"Only that long?"
"Make it a hundred and eighty then."
"Better."
"Was it what you expected?"
"I don't know what I expected. I imagined all sorts of things, but I think what happened just then surpassed them all."
"So we got it right."
"Eventually. How long has it taken us?"
"Three and a bit months."
"I never knew that between your family and The Management they'd conspire to keep us apart this long. Do you think they did it deliberately?" Draco rolled over to face Chastity.
"Probably. It has been a bit of a whirlwind courtship." she pulled him down to her. "They just wanted to be sure."
"About what? That I didn't just want you for your body? Does everyone think that because I'm a Malfoy I'll dump you after I've got what I wanted?" Draco pulled away and stalked naked over to the fireplace, throwing himself into a large chair.
"I love it when you pout."
"Malfoys don't pout." He curved his hands around her waist when she slid onto his lap.
"You do. Your bottom lip sticks out. Makes me want to.." she bit it gently and stroked her tongue over it, forcing him to deepen the kiss. He slowly drew away.
"Don't change the subject."
"Draco, this is the first night we've spent alone together. Don't spoil it now."
"I'm sorry. What idiot set the date for the wedding? Why can't we get married now?"
"It was your idea for a summer wedding, if you would care to recall. And with Hermione being pregnant, we decided to wait until she'd had the babies."
"Does this mean you'll move in with me now?" Draco's moods changed like lightning.
"We've slept together once, and you want me to move in?"
"We didn't sleep. And we have to learn to live together, don't we? And if I recall correctly, you were the one pushing for co-habiting before marriage."
"True. So you'll be the one telling Lavender and Parvati, will you?"
"They don't scare me. And I do pay their wages, don't I?"
"And you'll also tell Vinnie and Greg."
"Now they do scare me. You can do it." Draco smiled lazily at her.
"You like to delegate, don't you, Mr Malfoy?"
"That's why I'm the boss, Miss Duval." He leaned back in the chair and pulled her against his chest. For a pair of very recent ex-virgins, they were surprisingly comfortable being naked together. Chastity smoothed her hand over his chest, fascinated by the play of muscles there, and let it wander down over his stomach. Draco sucked in a breath as he felt the now-familiar arousal coil in his belly. They'd spent the best part of the night sprawled across his massive bed; the first night they'd been alone together for three months.
Lavender and Parvati had taken it upon themselves to guard Chastity's chastity (which they found to be hilarious), from Draco. Regardless of the fact that they themselves were practically living with Vinnie and Greg, they decided to thwart every attempt that Draco made to get her alone. They escorted her home from the Lair every night, and either Vinnie or Greg were with her at any other time. It was Chastity who'd decided enough was enough, and ordered the other two men to back off and let her spend some time with her fiancé. She'd arranged for the Two Rons to take Lavender and Parvati out to their favourite restaurant and threatened them with the Witches Room if they brought them back before daylight. Knowing Chastity was serious, they agreed. She then set about arranging a seductive setting in Draco's quarters.
Draco had taken one look at the candles, soft lighting and Chastity, and had promptly swept her up into his arms in true 'Romantic Hero' fashion, carrying her straight to the bedroom. It hadn't been perfect, certainly, the first time. Draco had found that Chastity was ticklish in certain spots, which hampered his efforts, and he'd almost embarrassed himself when he'd felt her soft hand on him for the first time. But they'd learnt together what pleased the other most, and by the time he'd slid home, Draco was shaking with the effort to hold back. It had been over far too soon, and he'd buried his head in the hollow of her neck, apologising. Chastity had soothed and petted him, and it hadn't been long before they were both aroused again. The third time brought them to Draco's heartfelt statement that he'd died and gone to heaven.
He stopped her hand from going any lower than his stomach.
"Give me a chance to recover, Chas." He nuzzled her neck. Chastity arched her neck for easier access, and pressed closer.
"I'd say you were already on your way to full recovery." She shifted on his lap.
"I may very well be, but I like to think that I can be considerate when necessary. You must be sore by now." He raised an eyebrow at her, and she blushed slightly.
"A bit."
"Come on, I think I know what you need." He stood up with her in his arms and carried her into the huge bathroom, grabbing his wand from the side table on the way past. Depositing her on a comfortable stool, he made sure the bath was deep enough for the both of them and that the water contained a soothing potion for relaxing muscles. He didn't want to admit it, but he ached in places he'd never ached before, so this was just as much for him as for Chastity.
He slid in behind Chastity and sighed, leaning back against the warmed marble and settling her in between his legs. He helped her gather her hair into a loose knot on top of her head and secured it with a simple charm. She glanced back at him.
"Do I want to know where you learnt that charm?"
"Hermione taught it to me." He shrugged.
"And what were you doing to need that charm?" she interrogated.
"You know I'll have to dispose of you if you ever reveal this, don't you?"
"Scouts Honour." She saluted.
"What in Merlin's name is a Scout?"
"You're such a Pureblood, Draco." She insulted him playfully. "Didn't you ever take Muggle Studies?"
"No, thank you very much." He sniffed disdainfully.
"So are you going to tell me?"
"I had much longer hair when I was at school."
"So?"
"And I played a lot of Quidditch."
"So?"
"Iusedittokeepmyhairtidy." He mumbled.
"Pardon?"
"You're determined to make me tell you, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"I said I used it to keep my hair tidy."
Chastity burst out laughing and turned to see an aggrieved expression on his face.
"Well you did ask."
"I didn't realise you were so vain. A little mussed hair too much for the Malfoy pride?"
"Hmmph." He lifted a shoulder.
"So why cut it? Not that I don't like it this way."
"Too many people kept saying how much I looked like Lucius."
"So you chopped it all off?"
"I had it styled." If he still had long hair he would have flicked it.
"Oh Vanity be thy name."
"But you love me anyway."
"It's far too late to cancel the wedding plans, anyway." It was lucky that Draco knew what Chastity's sense of humour was like, but he ducked her anyway. She came up spluttering, her hair dripping around her face. It degenerated into a water fight when Draco laughed at her, and ended when Chastity slid her body over his and kissed him into submission.
~~~
Lavender and Parvati took the news that Chastity was moving to the Dragon's Lair remarkably well, although it helped that they were held at wandpoint by Chastity. And so she moved in her belongings, and there was an argument when she tossed Draco's broom out of the closet to make way for her martial arts equipment. Draco soon realised that there may have to be compromises on both sides if they were to live together successfully; so only half her equipment was allowed to stay in his closet, the rest was consigned to her practice room.
The added benefit to living together was the constant sex. Teenage hormones were raging and all it took for Draco to sweep her into their rooms was a smouldering look from Chastity, which she practiced regularly. She made sure she only cast them either in the morning or after work, after all, business was business.
Her father was not happy to hear of his youngest "shacking up" as Ewan so crudely put it. Draco bore the brunt of his anger with equanimity until Chastity stepped in and he lost the thread of the argument when they lapsed into Welsh. He cleared his throat to gain their attention and calmly told Devereux that Chastity was staying where she was. Devereux tried to stare him down, but Draco had had too many years of being Lucius' son. He was still surprised when Devereux backed down, though.
~~~
Draco liked watching Chastity practice. He'd converted the whole attic space of the Dragon's Lair as a workout room, and six skylight windows allowed the sunlight to filter into the room during the day. Mats covered half the floor and a punch bag was suspended from the ceiling at one end of the room. Various weight machines and other assorted equipment stood at the opposite end. There was a rota list on the wall for employees to book time in the room, and most of the staff took advantage on their days off to burn off excess energy. Working mainly nights and sleeping late wasn't particularly conducive for a healthy lifestyle, and Chastity had suggested it as a way of keeping staff from going off sick. Vinnie and Greg had taken to the weights with enthusiasm, and with Chastity's guidance had become much leaner with well-defined muscles, for which Lavender and Parvati were extremely grateful.
Draco preferred the afternoon sessions in the gym. While Chastity was going through stretching exercises and katas, Draco was working on overall fitness. He'd been playing Quidditch most of his life, and the sudden loss on graduation had hit him hard. Yes, he still had his broom, but the opportunity to play was few and far between. The Dragon's Lair was taking up a lot more of his time than even he had expected, and the four days it was open brought in more than enough money to support his lifestyle. He was even able to replace the money he had withdrawn from his trust to finance the venture.
Draco sat up from the bench and slung a towel around his neck after mopping the sweat from his face, a pleasant ache in his muscles indicating the success of his workout. From across the room, Chastity was just finishing her cool down stretches when she felt the weight of his gaze on her. She looked up and saw him sitting on the bench, his sweatpants riding low on his hips above his bare chest. She grinned and decided to surprise him by back-flipping all the way across to him, ending with a flourish just in front of him, her face flushed.
"Show off." he smiled. She straddled his lap and tugged him closer with the ends of the towel.
"Want to see what else I can do?"
"There's more?" he rested his hands loosely on her hips.
"I may surprise you with what I can do." she rotated said hips in his lap and he groaned slightly.
"I'm all yours then." he tightened his hands, fingers sliding under the legs of her sweatshorts that had ridden up.
"Where's your wand?" she murmured against his lips.
"Which one?"
"Wooden, which performs magic."
"I thought they both did," he drawled.
"You know what I mean."
"What do you want it for?" he paused, "Or is it some new kinky game you've invented?"
"You truly have a dirty mind, don't you? I thought you might like to get naked."
"Oh, I don't know about that. There's something slightly decadent about not undressing." his index finger ran around the leg of her panties, feeling the sweat that hadn't dried from her workout. She squirmed slightly as it delved under the elastic and brushed against her damp curls. His other hand slid under her loose top to the sports bra underneath, the thumb flicking over her suddenly tight nipple. Draco rocked slightly against her, letting her feel his arousal against her thigh.
"Oh...al..all right then." she whispered and grasped his damp shoulders , lifting slightly to allow his hand better access.
Burrowing his fingers deeper, he was grateful for the stretch material that made up her clothes. Pushing one leg of her knickers aside, the movement caused them to ride up and she arched into him as he plunged his fingers into the slick flesh between her legs. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he curled his fingers inside her and used his thumb to send her over the edge into orgasm. It surprised her so much that she wasn't aware she'd collapsed and Draco winced as she trapped his hand between them. Moving his legs slightly, he manoeuvred her into a more comfortable position.
"Wow." she moaned.
"You can say that again."
"I will. Wow." the aftershocks still rippled through her and her muscles tensed around his fingers. She became aware of something nudging her thigh, and she lifted her head to see Draco clenching his teeth as she rubbed against the tent inside his sweats.
"Want me to do something about that, Draco?" she nuzzled his neck and he growled at her. Using one hand on his shoulder to steady herself, Chastity pulled on the drawstring of his trousers and was pleased to see that he wasn't wearing any underwear.
Grasping him in a small hand, she shifted forward slightly and positioned him at her entrance, nudging his fingers aside at the same time. Together they held her clothing out of the way and Draco eased inside slowly, teeth gritted to prevent him from coming too soon. The clothing restricted their movements and Draco could feel the sweat trickling down his back. With one hand on her hip and the other kneading her breast, he thrust shallowly into her, the elastic scraping against him just one more sensation to overload the sensuous haze he'd descended into. Chastity rocked in time with his thrusts, the coarse hairs on Draco's abdomen rubbing against her. She seated herself firmly in his lap, thrusting her breast into his hand, encouraging him to be a little rougher with her. Rocking harder, she felt him deep inside her and whimpered.
"Harder." she moaned frantically and Draco grasped her hips in both hands, sitting up straighter and bending her backwards slightly. He felt her clench around him and thrust deeper so the tip of his arousal rubbed against her cervix. Feeling the familiar tension building he buried his head in her neck and released, trembling violently in the aftermath. He fell backwards onto the bench, bringing Chastity with him so she lay on his chest. She shivered as the sweat slowly dried on her bare shoulders and Draco curled his arms around her to keep her warm.
Draco lifted his head suddenly as there was a brief knock on the door, which was then opened noisily, and a flush rose in his cheeks as he realised what they must look like. Chastity was horrified, and was glad she had her back to the door so at least she was shielding Draco somewhat. She hurriedly scooted backwards a few inches and discreetly tucked Draco back into his sweats, pulling the drawstring tight.
"Looks like you've had a good workout." A voice said. Draco groaned.
"What do you want, Potter?"
"Not very polite today, Draco." Harry sauntered into the room, a slight grin playing around his mouth.
"It's my day off, Potter, I can be rude if I want." Grabbing his wand he murmured a cleaning charm and allowed Chastity to scoot off his lap.
"I'm going for a shower, Draco." She touched his shoulder, and disappeared into the bathroom.
"You've just ruined my day, Potter."
"I thought every man was mellow after sex." Harry smirked, knowing full well what they'd been up to.
"Piss off." Draco rolled off the bench and stood up. "Now tell me why you're here?"
"Can't I visit an old schoolmate while I'm in town?"
Draco narrowed his eyes. "There's a reason you're here, Harry, and I can still sic Chastity on you if necessary."
"Hiding behind women now, Draco?"
"And I can still beat you in a duel as well."
"Ha! I'd like to see you try."
"Don't tempt me."
"Ferret."
"Scarface."
"Boys, boys, play nice." Chastity came back into the room rubbing her hair dry after her lightning fast shower. "Draco, go and have a shower, I can smell you from here."
"Sure you're not related to Snape?" Harry joked.
"That's your best friend's husband you're insulting, Harry." Draco always liked to have the last word. Chastity threw the towel at him and it hit him in the back of the head.
"I resent that remark, Draco." She called after him as his laugh drifted back to her.
"How're the wedding plans coming along?" Harry sat on a bench opposite her.
"Okay, I think. We don't want a huge wedding, really, just family and close friends."
"Not going all out?"
"No. I think Draco has had enough of the pomp that went with his family name. He was quite impressed with Hermione's wedding."
"It was nice, wasn't it? I still can't believe she's pregnant." Harry sighed. At that point Draco came out dressed in black trousers and shirt, rolling up the sleeves as he came over to them.
"Shall we go somewhere that doesn't smell quite so sweaty?"
"You weren't complaining earlier." Chastity murmured in his ear as she reached up to fix his collar.
"That was earlier. Come on." He headed out the door, ignoring Harry's smirking look.
Harry settled himself on the sofa as Draco summoned a house elf for some coffee. Tea reminded him too much of the professors at Hogwarts, and he wasn't going to start acting like a bunch of old fogies, thank you very much. He qualified that thought to exclude Snape; he had great respect for his ex-Head of House. When they were all settled, Harry leant forward, cradling his mug in his hands.
"Draco, Chastity tells me you're having a very quiet wedding."
"Yes."
"Are you having it at Hogwarts?"
"Why do you ask?" Chastity and Draco had discussed this with her family.
"How do you feel about a double wedding, with me and Ginny?"
"Pardon?" Draco didn't think he'd heard correctly. Harry sat back with a sigh.
"We're waiting for her to graduate, but we want to get married as soon as possible after that. We don't want a huge wedding either, but the Press is bound to get hold of it, so we thought Hogwarts was the best choice. Who's going to mess with some of the most powerful wizards? Plus the protection and privacy it allows too. I've already spoken to Dumbledore, and he's happy to officiate."
"Don't you want it to be yours and Ginny's day alone?" Chastity asked.
"We're not bothered. Let's face it; most of the people we'll invite will be at yours anyway. Why not save everyone the hassle of having to get two outfits?"
"That's a very practical thing to say, Harry. Does Ginny know this?"
"She knows I can be romantic when I want to be. I've got something special planned for the honeymoon." Harry grinned.
"What do the Weasley's have to say about this?"
"We haven't told them yet. We wanted to sound you and Chastity out first."
"I'm still finding this hard to take in, Harry." Draco paused, "We weren't that close at school, so what really makes you want to share what should be the most important day of your life, with us?"
Harry sighed, knowing beforehand that Draco would be suspicious. He was a typical Slytherin, after all.
"I'm doing this for Hermione."
"Hermione?"
"Yes. You were instrumental in getting her and Snape back together, and I know that your name carries a certain notoriety." Harry saw Draco flinch a little. "Has it been that hard for you, Draco?"
"What do you think?" Sometimes Draco was looked at with some suspicion.
"Sorry. Even Snape had it hard for a while."
"Hogwarts does offer him some protection."
"Look, this will show the world that the name Malfoy does not mean 'evil and dark'."
"You'd think my actions when Voldemort was defeated would speak for themselves."
"The world can be narrow-minded, Draco. And what better way to stick two fingers up at it than to have the full support of Dumbledore and 'The Boy Who lived' at your wedding?" Harry pulled a face at The Daily Prophet's favourite title for him.
"So where does Hermione come into this?" Draco was curious now.
"She won't have had the babies very long, that's all, and I know she won't want to travel too far with them. Neither her nor Snape had an easy time when their marriage was announced; you saw the headlines."
"Yes. 'Death Eater and Child Bride'. Hermione should have kept Rita Skeeter in that jar." Draco's mouth twisted as he remembered his part in that little episode.
"She got her comeuppance in the end."
"Oh yes?"
"Yes. The department of Animagi registrations had an anonymous tip-off. I wonder where that came from." Harry looked at him.
"I really have no idea." Draco was studying his manicured nails.
"Will you think about it, then?"
"The wedding?"
"Yes."
"What do you think, Chas?" Draco looked up at his fiancée.
"We'll discuss it with my family. If they think it's a good idea, I have no objection, providing it doesn't turn into a circus." She said.
"That's the last thing we want, either."
"You'll have to deal with Molly Weasley, Harry. She's the one you'll have to convince."
"Ginny knows how to handle her. I think she'll be so pleased to have me officially part of the family she'll agree to anything."
"Even to sharing her daughter's wedding?"
"If that fails, we can always bribe Arthur with the wonders of television." Harry grinned. He stood up and put his mug down on the table. "Send me an owl when you make your decision, Okay?"
"We will." Chastity promised.
~~~
"Ron?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"Are you really okay with this?"
"What, you and Ginny getting married?"
"Yes."
"Look mate, if I wasn't, you wouldn't have any bits left after I'd finished with you."
"Oh."
"Yes, now are we going to practice or not?"
"I just wanted to make sure, that's all." Harry picked up his broom and then paused, "How do you feel about a double wedding?"
"No, thanks, Susan and I aren't ready yet, you know that."
"I meant with Draco and Chastity."
Ron turned to face him. "Are you nuts?"
"Would it cause a problem?" Harry sat down again and Ron sank into a chair, practice forgotten for the time being. He took a deep breath, trying not to freak out like so many times in the past. There must be a reason Harry was asking him this.
"What does Ginny say about it? And how does Draco feel about having so many Gryffs at his wedding? If he decides to go ahead with it, that is."
"You know Ginny and I don't want a big wedding. If we could get away with it, you know we'd elope, but your mum would never forgive us."
"Yeah, I don't fancy having a howler a day turn up here."
"You're taking this very calmly, Ron."
"I don't think anything can shock me anymore, after Snape and Hermione. This is mild compared to them. So why have a joint wedding with them?"
Harry shifted slightly, wondering whether to tell him the whole truth. He knew how proud the Weasley's were, and even though they weren't as poor as they were, what with Arthur being Minister of Magic now, a wedding was bound to cost a lot. Molly would want to go all out, and he and Ginny had discussed this, which is why they wanted a small wedding. Harry had more than enough to pay for the whole thing himself, but Ginny had vetoed that idea as well. With Draco and Chastity, the cost would be halved. He decided to go with the 'supporting Draco' scenario. It was just noble enough to be believable. He waited for Ron to speak.
Ron looked at his best friend, knowing there was something else he wasn't telling him, and he had a pretty good idea about what it was. It was almost funny, the way Harry always felt so guilty about having more money than all of them put together.
"You haven't said whether Draco has agreed." Was all he said.
"He hasn't yet. I wanted to find out what you thought."
"So if I was totally against the idea, you'd retract your offer to him?"
"Yes. You're my best friend, after all."
"Just as well I don't object then."
"Thanks, Ron. You don't know how much this means to me."
"That makes me the Best Man, then, doesn't it?" Ron grinned and picked up his broom. "Can we get to practice now?"
"Sure. Let's go." Harry was relieved. He didn't see Ron shake his head slightly at his transparent relief. They all seemed to think he was daft, the way they tiptoed round him sometimes; he may be blind, but he wasn't stupid…
~~~
Owls started flying backwards and forwards between Harry & Ron's, Hogwarts and The Dragon's Lair. After Draco agreeing, Ginny and Chastity wanted to get most of the details worked out before presenting their ideas to Molly. They'd decided on a date in early August, to give everyone a break before the new term and Quidditch season started.
Chastity started flooing to meet Ginny in Hogsmeade to discuss dresses, flowers and guests. They had a little difficulty with the colour scheme and in the end they compromised with silver and gold. Then it was time to confront Molly Weasley. Hermione had agreed to host the meeting, and Severus was glad to disappear for a few hours to his parents' home. He wanted to collect a few books from his father's extensive library.
Men had very little to do with this meeting, so it was Hermione, looking serene and glowing as her pregnancy proceeded, Chastity, Ginny, Minerva and Molly. Molly was surprised to see Chastity there, but welcomed her as a friend of Hermione and her daughter's.
"Mum, you know that Harry and I want to get married as soon as I graduate." Ginny took the bit firmly between her teeth.
"I know that, Ginny, and I've got some wonderful ideas.."
"Mum, we don't want a huge wedding." Ginny interrupted. Molly was about to start again, but Minerva's hand on her arm prevented her.
"Let her finish, Molly."
"Harry and I have discussed this, Mum, and we want it here at Hogwarts, with just a few friends and my family. We also want Draco and Chastity to get married at the same time."
"Pardon?" Molly was speechless for once; a rare occurrence.
"We want a double wedding. In August. With Draco and Chastity." Ginny said firmly. Sometimes you just had to spell it out to her mother, no pun intended.
"If this is because of the cost.."
"Mum! That has nothing to do with it." Ginny kept her fingers crossed under her robe, "You know Harry hates a fuss, and if we have a huge wedding it will turn into a circus and be ruined. We want the kind of wedding Hermione and Professor Snape had."
"You can call him Severus, you know." Hermione grinned, "At least behind his back."
"I don't think I'll ever be comfortable with that, 'Mione." Ginny smiled.
"And you agree with this, Minerva?" Molly pinned the other woman with her gaze.
"Albus has agreed to officiate, Molly, and Hogwarts is lovely at that time of year. The press will be kept away, and I believe Mr Creevey has agreed to be the official photographer."
"Which will do him no harm at all when the time comes for him to get a job." Molly sniffed.
"At least we will have control about what the press publish. And Colin has been a good friend." Ginny admonished. Hermione leant forward and then sat back with a laugh.
"Someone's going to have to help me up."
Molly and Minerva immediately stood and helped her up, watching as she walked slowly towards the bathroom. "I hate having to pee every half hour." she grumbled.
"Get used to it!" Molly called back, laughing. She sobered upon seeing the faces of the two girls in front of her, and then sighed. Her baby girl getting married; where had all the time gone? Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Come on, Mum, don't go soft on me now. Don't you want to yell at us a bit more?"
"Well don't act like a teenager, then!"
"Mum, we are teenagers!"
"But you're so young to be getting married!"
"So were you, and look how long you've been married! We know what we're doing, Mum, and this is what we both want, Chastity and I."
"Minerva? Do you think it's the best thing to do?"
"Like I said, Molly, we're well protected here. Albus can set the wards to admit only who we want to. A small, intimate wedding is what the children want, and I think we should all respect their wishes."
"So. Tell me what you've got worked out then." Molly sighed and the two girls launched into their plans just as Hermione joined them again.
TBC