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* ~ * Lufian Simle III * ~ *

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Draco Malfoy stepped into his home and sighed with relief. He was dirty, he was tired, and he was finally home after completing another mission. Gods, it would be good to get to bed – the fact that Harry would be there was an extra bonus.

He kicked off his shoes by the door and started the trek to the bedroom. His cloak was disposed off in the living room, his robe in the corridor and his shirt ended up on the stairs. Before he could remove his pants he reached the bedroom, opened the door and fell into bed, out like a light.

That didn't last long.

Suddenly Draco found himself on the floor after nearly crashing into the bedside table.

"What the bloody hell………?" he muttered sleepily.

"You smell." Came the answer from the bed and a pair of emerald eyes opened. "Not only that, but you're dirty as well. You're not getting into this bed until you have taken a shower, and I bet that you didn't even bother to put your clothes in the dirty laundry basket, but let them lie around the house for someone to trip over. Am I right?"

"Damn it Harry, not now. I'm dead tired."

"Then sleep on the couch." Harry turned around and pulled the sheets up to his chin. Seconds later he was asleep.

"How in heavens name does he do that?" Draco muttered and headed towards the bathroom. This wasn't the first time it had happened. The first time Draco hadn't listened to Harry and had ended up sleeping in the bathtub for a week.

The water did him good. It woke him enough to wave his wand and the dirty clothes he had dropped on his way to the bedroom turned up on the dirty laundry basket. With that done he once again staggered into the bedroom and fell into bed. Harry turned around and snuggled up to him, smiling softly in his sleep. And Draco couldn't help but smile as well as he wrapped his arms around the smaller man and fell asleep.

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"Good morning love," Harry said as the blond walked into the kitchen the next morning. "Sleep well?"

"After you kicked me out of bed?" Draco raised an eyebrow. "Wonderfully. I dreamt of kicking you out of bed for change." Harry laughed and they sat down for breakfast.

Later that morning Draco was relaxing in the hammock in the backyard. He had almost fallen asleep when a shout from the house woke him. He jumped up and grabbed his wand before hurrying into the house.

He found Harry standing in the kitchen gazing with wide eyes at a piece of parchment. A proud Horned Owl he vaguely recognized as Hermione's, stood on the table looking incredibly happy with itself. That meant that there was no life-or-death situation around and he relaxed.

"So, what's up?" the former Slytherin asked.

Harry looked up at him and smiled brightly. "Herm's getting married!"

"To whom?" Draco walked over and started to read the letter over his husbands shoulder.

"To Viktor of course! Who else!" Harry was nearly jumping up and down with excitement. "This is wonderful! Oh, but what to get them as a wedding present? What would they like? Never mind, we'll go shopping and-"

"Harry calm down. The wedding's in a month. I think you have time." Draco smiled down at the Gryffindor. "Besides it says here, in Hermione's smallest print, that she and Viktor want to talk to us as soon as possible."

"Where?" Harry asked and Draco pointed. "Oi, I didn't see that."

"Obviously." The green-eyed man smacked him on the arm for that comment.

"Idiot."

"Look who's talking. Gryffindork."

"Nuthead."

"Love you too."

Harry shook his head fondly and smiled up at the blond. "You are impossible."

"Why, thank you."

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Draco and Viktor stood off to one side watching Harry and Hermione squeal happily and talk about the upcoming wedding, presents and – to both their discomfort – babies.

"I can't see what's the big deal," Viktor mumbled. "Sure, we're getting married, but last night she kept me up till four in the morning. And we were only picking out flowers."

"Don't look at me. Harry was like that at our wedding. Never know where he got the energy from for the extracurricular activities." Draco smirked and he and the other man started following Harry and Hermione down the street. "Just be careful, though. I made a comment once about Harry getting married in Slytherin-green robes and ended up on the couch for a couple of nights. And arguments and rows can pop up from the smallest of things."

"Yeah, tell me about it. Herm couldn't make up her mind whether she wanted dark chocolate cake or light chocolate cake."

"What was the end-result?"

"Neither one of them, she settled on lemon. And I still don't understand why she got angry when I suggested we could take them all."

"Where did you end up sleeping? The doghouse?"

"No, at my mothers. And then she started bugging me about the wedding." Viktor looked hopelessly to the sky. "The gods must've created females for the sole purpose of torturing us men."

Draco nodded but didn't reply. Harry and Hermione had settled at one of the tables at Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour and were waiting for him and Viktor to get the ice-creams, which they did.

Finally all four of them were settled at the table.

"So," Harry began. "What did you want to talk to us about?"

Hermione cleared her throat. "Well, we were kind of hoping that you Draco would be Viktor's Best Man, and you Harry to be… well, the one who helps me with everything since you already have gone through this."

"I'd be honoured to be your Best Man." Draco said earnestly to the Quidditch player.

Harry hugged the bushy-haired witch. "And I'd love to help you with the wedding."

"Great! This is going to be so much fun!" Hermione exclaimed, and once again she and Harry started a conversation about weddings, families, babies, etc.

Draco and Viktor shared a look and shrugged. All what the two former Gryffindor's were talking about went way over their heads.

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"No, really Hermione," Harry said. "I think that the first dress you tried on was the best."

The woman sighed. "Perhaps you're right Harry." She said as she went into the changing room and started to take off the wedding dress. "But I just want to be absolutely sure. What if we see another dress that would be nicer and we already have bought one?"

"Then we'll buy the other one as well." Harry replied. "Come now, the boys are waiting for us at home."

Hermione sighed and nodded. She went and changed clothes before picking up the dress she wanted to buy, and went to the cash to pay. Harry followed her smiling in amusement.

They left the shop and started to walk down the street towards the Leaky Cauldron to floo home.

Hermione was the first to pick up the floo-powder and threw it into the fire. "Are you sure that it was the right dress?" she asked.

Harry laughed and pushed her into the green flames at the same time yelling: "Granger Household!"

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Harry moaned as Draco sucked at his neck. He ran his blunt nails down the powerful pale back, and locked his legs around the others waist.

"Mmmm," Draco nibbled at his ear. "So beautiful." His hand crept lower and lower.

"Draco." Harry gasped as a finger penetrated him. "Ah, gods!"

"I suppose I am." Draco captured Harry's sweet mouth and thrust into the waiting body. Both moaned. He set a slow pace once again occupied himself with giving Harry a hickey.

"Harry! Draco!" Viktor's voice flowed through the house. "Are you home? Sorry if I'm disturbing, but Hermione kicked me out."

Draco groaned and buried his head in Harry's neck. "It had to happen, didn't it?"

"Come on Draco," the green-eyed man stroked the soft blonde hair. "We need to see what happened."

Viktor blushed slightly as he saw the way Harry and Draco looked when they came into the living room. "Sorry." He said quickly, then spotted the love-bite on Harry's neck. "Extremely sorry!"

"Nothing to worry about." Harry smiled kindly and tied his silk-morning robe tighter. "Now, what happened?"

"Hermione threw me out. One second we were talking about her family, and then suddenly she went started about me not liking her mother and grandmother, and on and on like that. And all I said was that I hadn't seen my own mother for a couple of weeks." Viktor looked heartbroken.

"What you need to understand is that Hermione's in the middle of a really hormonal stage, she can and will take everything the wrong way." Harry said and gratefully accepted the cup of tea from Draco. "There's nothing to worry about, you can go home tomorrow and will have her crying all over you saying she's sorry."

"Are you sure about that?" Viktor looked hopefully at the black-haired man.

"Of course, it was the same with me and Draco."

"Except that you kicked me out for a week, then had me beg on my knees until they hurt."

"Draco, you're not helping." Harry glared. "Don't listen to the idiot," he said to Viktor. "I'll go and prepare the guest room," he smiled once again before leaving the other two alone.

Viktor looked at the Unspeakable. "Did… did Harry really make you beg on your knees and threw you out of the house for a week?"

Draco nodded. "And that happened in the week right before the wedding. I was let back into his bed the night before the big day. Needless to say that we were a bit tired the next day, but it all turned out just fine."

Viktor whimpered.

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This was it. The big day. Her big day. She was getting married… and she was completely terrified. If it hadn't been for the fact that her father led her down the isle, Hermione would have stood rooted in her room.

Harry gave her the thumbs up when she passed him, and Draco smiled kindly from his place beside Viktor. And Viktor… well, all that needed to be said about that was that she was marrying every girls dream.

The priest started the ceremony and many women started crying during the speech. Harry found himself with a woman he had never met crying on his shoulder. Draco smirked at him before handing the golden ring to Viktor.

Harry noted that Sirius, Fred and George were for once not planning pranks, but looking like they were on the verge of tears as well. Mrs and Mr Granger were both sniffing and holding each other and blinking more than normally. Mrs Weasley started sobbing as Ginny handed Hermione her ring, and Mr Weasley wasn't too far behind either.

"And now I proclaim you husband and wife." The priest said in the end.

The whole church erupted in cheers and congratulations. Harry hurried up to the happy couple and congratulated them, then stepped out of the way as Mr and Mrs Granger, Mr and Mrs Krum and Mr and Mrs Weasley came running from each corner of the room. Draco pulled him out of the way as numerous cousins, nephews, aunts and uncles followed.

"They really made it through," Harry laughed.

Draco smirked. "Did you doubt they would?"

"No, but she did plan her wedding in under a month." The green-eyed man smiled in amusement as he watched Viktor and Hermione trying to get away from all the well-wishers. The priest had quickly gotten out of the way at the beginning. "Now I'm wondering if they're going to survive the reception."

The former Slytherin studied the horde of people surrounding the couple. "You might be right about that. Think I should call in the Unspeakables just in case?"

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