Dobby dabbed his eyes with a hanky as he watched Harry and Draco walk up the isle. On the groom's side, many Griffindors sat, also attending was Tonks, Moody, and other members of the Order, on well, the other groom's side sat Crabbe, Goyle, and Malfoys parents, sitting up straight, lips pursed, and not making eye contact with the riff raff their precious baby was marrying into.

"I just don't see why they had to get married," Lucius whispered for the at least seventieth time in the past three minutes and 42.1493869500968574829103948675912148478547856214566666666654484875121215489945242 seconds.

"He got the bloody boy pregnant Lucius." Narcissa sneered back, "Another fine Malfoy tradition."

Lucius rolled his eyes.

"Don't you roll your eyes at me mister," Narcissa warned, "I said, 'Use some protection,' 'Wont be necessary,' you said, 'I've used a charm,' you said. Nine months later, I find out I'm pregnant, and of course, a few moments later, he popped out!"

"Guess I'll be sleeping on the couch then."

"It really was a lovely ceremony," Hermione said wistfully, hinting at Ron, "A bit unorthodox, what with the handcuffs and all, but lovely."

"I dunno," Ron said, "Why were there little bunnies hopping around."

"Bunnies?" Hermione asked, "I didn't see any bunnies, Ron, did you eat something funny this morning?"

"Just some mini-muffins."

Meanwhile, in Austria…

"The hills are alive, with the sound of music! With songs they have sung for a thousand years!" The lovely nun-ish person's singing was cut short when a strange orange thing came and ate her liver.

Harry and Draco held on to their port key, a pair of handcuffs, and yes, being hand-cuffed to does count as holding on to. Spinning, lots of spinning, and this time, no mini-muffins, until the spinning stopped, and they were in a beautiful hotel room. They were currently in a marble hall, with Corinthian columns along both walls. Inside the second door on the right was a beautiful bathroom, with a Jacuzzi tub, with a shower attachment. The bed room had a soft red carpet, with of-white walls and a king size canopy bed, scarlet sheets of silk and matching throw pillows.

"Pillow fight!" Draco bellowed and ran to the bed and threw a throw pillow at his new husband.

"Draco honestly," Harry giggled.

"Did you just giggle Harry?" Draco chuckled, throwing another throw pillow.

"Maybe I did," Harry said mysteriously, but the laughter swelling up couldn't be contained and he soon burst out into laughter and threw a throw pillow back.

"Surrender now and I'll be merciful!" Draco screeched form behind a wingback chair.

"Never!" Harry shouted defiantly, or as defiantly as he could considering he was barely breathing from laughing so hard, and yet another throw pillow flew in Draco's direction.

"Thar she blows!" Draco bellowed and dove, rather unnecessarily, out of the way. Draco leapt and pinned Harry to the bed, and pressed his lips against Harry's.

"WOOHOO!" Harry screeched, "Negotiations! Peace Treaty! Détente!"

"Treaty of Rome!" Draco continued while grinding his hips into Harry's.

"You're telling me." Harry grinned, arching up to Draco, as the blond fumbled over Harry's shirt's buttons.

"Now," Harry murmured, breathily, as Draco encircled Harry's nipples with his hungry mouth and gently squeezed at Harry's ever growing manhood, "I'll agree to stop throwing the throw pillows if you do, and in the morning you have to clean up."

"The room has people to do that." Draco said through teeth currently clamped gently on Harry's left nipple.

"Really? Well, I hope they knock before entering." Harry gasped from ecstasy. Draco raised his eyebrows and looked perplexed but didn't say anything.

"Its so adorable!" Dean lulled, rocking Xaviere back and forth.

"Very sweet to." Seamus agreed, "And not just the baby."

Dean smiled.

"Dean," Seamus started, nervously but determined, "Seeing what Harry and Draco have got me thinking," he got down to one knee, "I want someone to share my life with, and I want that someone to be you."

"Are you…" Dean gasped

"Yes," Seamus answered.

"Yes!" Dean whispered, he would have jumped up and shouted out the window, but Xaviere had just fallen asleep on his lap.

"Now that's new," Harry said as he felt Draco stick his tongue into his belly button.

"I've been thinking of places to put this,"(A/N Reasons: I tried to take this line out T.T) Draco said suggestively, "If you want me to continue, we'll have to do something about those pesky clothes of yours."

Harry moaned as Draco thrust his hand down Harry's tight-fitting pants, and slowly, teasingly, drew his hand up the other's length. Harry fumbled at his pant's clasp, fearing he would burst before Draco had even begun. Draco smirked, and pressed kisses down Harry's chest, finally reaching his goal as Harry discarded the remains of his clothing.

Draco's tongue snaked around Harry's lower regions and Harry felt his breath catch in his throat. Without warning Draco slid all of Harry into his mouth. Harry gasped again, and forcefully ran his fingers through Draco's long platinum blond hair.

"Feisty," Draco muttered, removing himself from his husband. Harry was too lost to respond.

"You have no idea." Harry hissed seductively, before wrapping his legs around Draco's waist and flipping them both over, giving him a more dominant position. Harry tickled Draco's sides with his tongue. Draco promptly broke out into a fit of giggling.

"Who's giggling now?" Harry chuckled.

"This was a manly giggle!" Draco insisted, still giggling.

"There is no such thing as a manly giggle!"

Hermione sat on the side of the bathtub and when the timer dinged, she looked at her RUPREG test results.

"Shit!" she exclaimed as she saw three red hamsters, "RON!"

"What?" Ron asked.

"I'm pregnant!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, it says here: "Three red hamsters indicate pregnant, two purple rhinos indicate not pregnant."

"Well what's that thing at the end of the third hamster?"

"A fish."

"A fish?"

"Yes, a fish."

"What's it there for?"

"I don't know."

"What does it say about fish?"

"Nothing."

"So maybe you're not pregnant."

"Is that even a fish? It looks more like a toad."

"Or a bunny."

"Enough with the bunnies Ron."

"It could be."

"But it's not, maybe it's a pig."

"A pig?"

"Yes a pig."

"What does a pig have to do with pregnancy?"

"They're both pink, except the pregnancy isn't!"

Harry and Draco's fingers intertwined, and Draco's ankles rested gently on Harry's shoulders as Harry moved himself back and forth inside Draco. Draco never felt Harry inside him before, but he soon realized why Harry loved the feeling so much. He felt full, happy, and the gentle brush of Harry's hips against his sent shivers up his spine, but sent warmth through every nerve in his body. He felt Harry's hands tense up and then relax and felt warmth shoot up him.

Harry laid down next to Draco and stroked his arm. Draco leaned over and began to chew on Harry's ear. Draco rolled over so he was lying on Harry, and began to thrust between Harry's closed legs. Every time he came towards Harry he pressed their lips together. Harry caressed the small of Draco's back and traced his finders lightly across Draco, lightly stroking every inch of Draco's body he could reach. Draco tensed up and pressed his lips against Harry's, slowly inserting his tongue, and for a moment, time stopped, and the two men, for the first time in their lives, felt, home.

Draco walked out onto the balcony in just a bathrobe, he could hear Harry sleeping exhaustedly in the room. He hadn't bothered to tie the robe, so a breeze from the sea blew it off.

"Someone's being bashful
That's no way to be
Not with me
Can't you see
That I am just as embarrassed as you
And I can understand your point of view
I've always been SHY
I confess that I'm SHY
Can't you guess that this confident air
Is a mask that I wear 'cause I'm shy
And you can be sure
Way down deep I'm demure
Though some people I know may deny it
At bottom I'm quiet and pure
I'm aware that it's wrong to be meek as I am
My chances may pass me by
I pretend to be strong, but as weak as I am
All I can do is try
God knows I try
Though I'm frightened and shy
And despite the impression I give
I confess that I'm living a lie
Because I'm actually terribly timid
And horribly shy
Though a lady may be dripping with glamour
As often as not she will stumble and stammer
When suddenly confronted with romance
And she's likely to fall on her face
When she's finally face to face
With a pair of pants
Quite often the lady's not as hard to please as she seems
Quite often she will settle for something less than the man of her dreams
I'm going fishing for a mate
I'm gonna look in every brook
But how much longer must I wait

With baited breath and hook?"

Draco broke out into a spirited dance that ranged all over the balcony, and after knocking a potted plant off, he went back to singing.

"Oh that was WONDERFUL!
And that is why
Though I'm painfully shy
I'm insane to know which sir, You sir?
Then who sir
Where sir and when sir
I couldn't be tenser
So let's get this done man
Get on with the fun man
I am one man
Shy!"

"Damn tourists." Draco muttered after finally crossing a street filled with slow moving over weight Americans.

"Draco, you're a tourist."

"Yes but not one of those tourists." Draco motioned around him.

"To them you are."

"Fine." Draco relented, pouting his lips.

"Oh shut up." Harry chuckled and got to his tiptoes and smooched those pouted lips.

"I didn't say anything."

"Uh, Dean?" Seamus asked nervously, "Does it usually smell like that?"

"This is so your first time." Dean chuckled, "Yes it does."

"Gross, It's sticky."

"It usually is."

"I'm not good at this."

"Oh for god's sake Seamus, just change the god damn diaper!"