Author's Note: Keep those reviews coming, I love them all!! (Happy Cabbage – you made my day with your review! Thank you so much!) I review practically every story I read online now because I realize what it means to the authors. This chapter is a bit long because I wanted to include the last scene so…it's 9 pages in Word. Just to warn you. :-)

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter and his universe. I only lay claim to Cassius Malfoy, Clara, Stevens and Tabby.

Chapter 31 Good Times

"Happy belated birthday, Draco." Hermione thrust a wrapped present at Harry's tall cousin as she walked out into the yard at Windy Corner.

Draco stared down at the present until Harry elbowed him. "Thank you."

"It's from Ron and me." Hermione said.

"Thanks." Draco continued to stare down at the item in his hand.

"I didn't hex it. You can open it."

Draco tore the paper open. "It's a book – why am I not surprised, Granger?"

"Well, Malfoy, it's the book you were looking at during the last Hogsmeade weekend. I thought you wanted it." Hermione looked at him sharply.

"Oh." Draco looked back at the book which was about healers. "I…thanks."

"For Merlin's sake." Harry muttered.

"I'm being polite!" Draco protested.

"You are, I just think your brain's gone soft." Harry walked over to greet Stevens, Bill and Fleur who had just arrived.

Draco opened his mouth again. "Don't say it again." Hermione held up her hand. "I get it. You like the present." Hermione smiled. "I'm glad."

"Where's Ron?" Draco asked.

"Stuffing his face in the kitchen, I should think."

"Hey hey!" Fred came running down the front steps, he had a half eaten sweet roll in his hand. "Hermione, looking lovely as always. Here to watch us or are you finally going to admit you were born to play Quidditch?"

"I'll be watching." Hermione said firmly.

Soon the rest of the people were there. They sorted themselves into two teams.

Team Gold: Seeker: Harry. Chasers: Katie, Angelina and Cassius. Keeper: Ron. Beaters: Fred and George

Team Silver: Seeker: Draco. Chasers: Stevens, Ginny and Fleur. Keeper: Bill. Beaters: Seamus and Dean

Neville had come over as well just to watch. He was hopeless at Quidditch. He and Hermione decided to cheer for both teams, although Harry noticed that they soon got involved in a conversation about herbology once the game actually started. The score was very close until Harry finally caught the snitch after a couple hours.

"So, first Sunday of the month?" Bill said as they all collapsed on the lawn. Tabby sent out lemonade and cookies. "Charlie's going to try to come next time."

"Yeah. If we get more people we can substitute in players." Harry said, panting as he reached for a second cookie.

"Brilliant." George said.

"Just owl on the Saturday before to let us know who'll be coming." Cassius said as he poured himself a third glass of lemonade. "And if you'll be staying for dinner."

"Is ickle Draco sad because Harry beat him again?" Harry pushed at Draco.

"Don't talk about yourself in third person – it's disturbing." Draco drawled. "And I let you win."

"Harry doesn't think that's true." Harry grinned, pushing at his cousin again.

"Stop it." Draco slapped Harry's hand away before he could be pushed a third time.

"I'm not touching you." Harry's hand floated an inch away from Draco's shoulder. Draco growled. "I'm not touching you."

"Harry, stop tormenting Draco." Remus walked across the lawn with another tray of cookies.

"I wasn't doing anything." Harry smiled up at him innocently.

"But, Tabby! Couldn't I just wear something else? Something NOT dress robes?" Cassius whined.

"Cassius Malfoy Lupin, I have dreamed of my wedding since I was a small girl and the vision does NOT include muggle clothing." Tabby said crankily. Harry and Draco hid their smiles behind their hands as Cassius started to sulk.

"But.."

"You are Alastor's best man, that means you will be wearing dress robes."

"But…"

"Discussion over. You will wear dress robes." Tabby's brown eyes threw sparks of anger. Harry suddenly had an image of Tabby as she was when she was an auror, it was a little intimidating. Cassius gave a frustrated groan and put his head down on the table, thumping it a couple times for good measure. "You are still wearing them." There was an answering thump.

"Sweetheart, stop banging your head, you'll bruise." Remus said mildly as he opened the Owl Post. Three RSVPs had arrived. Another thump answered him. "We can go shopping tomorrow. Harry and Draco need new dress robes as well."

"I have to actually go shopping for them?" Cassius' head shot up, Harry stifled a shout of laughter at the pained expression on his Dad's face.

"Of course you do." Remus said, suppressing a smile.

"Couldn't you just bring me back a dress robe?"

"Oh, Cass, come on, it will be fun."

Cassius' head landed on the table again with a thunk.

"All right…all right." Remus bent down and quickly kissed the back of Cassius' neck. "I'll buy one for you."

"You are the best." Cassius smiled.

"Could…"

"Don't even think about it, Harry." Remus said, cutting him off.

Harry patted Buckbeak and walked across the yard. He loved taking Buckbeak for rides, somehow he felt like Sirius was with him when he did.

"We'd be honored…are you sure?" Remus' voice floated out from the open kitchen door.

"Of course, I'm sure, why wouldn't I be?" Clara's voice carried clearly.

"Well, James and Lily didn't ask me…because I'm a werewolf." Remus answered. Harry slowed his steps.

"That was practical – there wasn't the wolfsbane potion back then. And you were with Sirius, they knew you'd be in Harry's life, when they asked him, even if it wasn't official."

"Harry, it's not polite to eavesdrop." Draco's voice sounded from behind him. Harry whirled around.

"I'm not." Harry tried not to sound too defensive.

"Oh?" Draco arched his eyebrow at Harry.

"And what were you doing?" Harry wished his eyebrows could arch too, damn them.

"De-gnoming the hedges." Draco wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Just finished. Come on, I'm thirsty." He wrapped his arm around Harry's neck and messed up his hair as they walked together into the house.

"Hi Harry!" Clara kissed his cheek. "Ok, now that the godparents thing is sorted – I need help with the name."

"Do you know the sex of the baby?" Remus asked as Harry hugged him.

"Didn't I tell you?" Clara shook her head. "My memory – must be all the hormones. It's a boy."

"Ah, good, that's where all my expertise is." Remus smiled as he hugged Harry tighter. "Although I have a big gap from the age of 15 months to 15 years."

Harry, Draco, Remus and Cassius were all in the sitting room in front of the telly. The Euro Football tournament was on and England was in the quarterfinals. Cassius had pulled Remus close to him and rested his head on Remus' shoulder. When Harry had turned to comment on a call during the first half, he noticed that Cassius had fallen asleep, his right arm laying across Remus' chest, resting over his heart.

"That should have been a penalty." Harry said to Draco.

"I have no idea what's going on." Draco had never seen football until coming to Windy Corner.

"It was blatant tripping."

"This is all they do? Run up and down the field after one quaffle?"

"It's called a football. And…well…yes, it is all they do." Harry said, accioing another butterbeer from the kitchen. "It's great though."

"It's the muggle equivalent of Quidditch." Remus said, looking up from the scrolls on his lap. He was working on the seating arrangements for the reception, all the RSVPs had arrived finally.

"Huh." Draco didn't seem impressed. Harry whooped as England scored its first goal off a header. "They actually hit it with their heads? Doesn't that hurt?"

"Not if you do it right." Harry grinned. "I can show you."

"No thanks." Draco shook his head.

"Aw, come on." Harry poked Draco's knee with his foot and laughed as he jumped.

"Your feet are like ice cubes! Get them off me!" Harry moved so both of his feet were resting on Draco's bare calves, both boys were wearing shorts. "Arg!" Draco shoved them away. "Now, was that a foul? Because it looked like something that shouldn't be done."

"Yes, so now there'll be a penalty kick." Harry put his feet back on his ottoman.

"Cass, have you thought of what you're going to say for your toast?" Remus tapped Cassius on the leg.

"What?" Cassius answered sleepily

"What you're going to say at the reception. The toast you have to give."

"Why can't you do it."

"Because I'm not the best man."

"I think you are."

"The spouse of the best man doesn't give the toast, the best man does. You did it at Stevens and Clara's wedding."

"And you did a good job." Harry piped up. "Oh, come on! Come ON! Damn!"

"But there were only like 40 people there and there'll be 250 people here."

"237 actually, not everyone could make it."

"Mmm..."

"You could work on it now."

"I'm watching the football match."

"You are not! You've been sleeping!"

"I have not."

"What's the score then? And no helping, Harry."

There was a pause as Cassius looked over at the telly but it was a commercial break. "Fine. I don't know."

"Because you haven't been watching."

"Right."

"So you could work on your toast now."

"I'll work on it later." Cassius mumbled against Remus' cheek.

"I'll remind you again tomorrow."

"I know you will, you always remind me."

"That's what I was put on earth to do."

"No it's not."

"It's not?" Remus tilted his head back a bit so he could looked at Cassius.

"You were put on earth to love me." Cassius said sweetly. Harry made a gagging noise as Remus laughed.

"Sweet talk me all you like, I'm not writing or saying the toast for you."

"I love you."

"I love you too. And no."

There was a pause. "Who's winning, Harry?" Cassius asked.

"Papa is." Harry grinned widely at his Dad.

"I meant the football match." Cassius tossed one of the sofa pillows at Harry's head.

"England, 1-0."

Author's note: I love the last scene. It makes me laugh. I don't really know football (soccer) well, but…hope it didn't sound too lame.