Ten minutes later, Ron and Hermione shuffled into the kitchen to find Harry irritably tapping his fingers on the table.

"You wanted to see us?" Ron asked.

Harry silently, picked up the Prophet and tossed it at Ron's feet. It landed with a smack in front of his feet. The photo of Harry and Draco staring him in the face.

"Was that one of you?" Harry demanded.

Ron shifted uncomfortably. "I might have told a few people down at the pub..."

Harry opened his mouth, but the woman in front of him started screaming before he'd found the appropriate insult.

"Ronald! How could you? Have you any idea how much work it took us to keep the press from finding out? You are not getting laid for a year, you half-wit!And who took that picture?" She scooped it up, and glanced at the name on the bottom of the photo. Collin Creevey. "That little wretch! I'll throw that camera of his into the lake, and make sure no buys any of his photos once he's out of Hogwarts! How did he get this anyway!"

Harry stared. He had never seen Hermione this irate before. Suddenly she burst into tears. "Oh, Ron, I'm sorry I screamed at you," and she burried her face in his shoulder and cried.

Harry quirked an eyebrow at his best mate and mouthed, 'Preggers?'

Ron rolled his eyes and nodded. Harry let out a bark of laughter as Draco entered the room. He took in the scene. Harry laughing so hard he almost fell out of his chair, Hermione crying into Ron's shoulder, and Ron with a confused look.

He quirked an eyebrow and asked hesitantly, "Why's she crying? She's the one I heard screaming."

"That's why she's crying," Harry explained.

"She's up the duff, isn't she?"

Harry was pacing imatiently in the hall. He would snarle at anyone who said a word, or touched him. It had been two hours, what the hell was taking so long? And why couldn't he be in there, dammit?

"Mr. Potter?" Harry jumped. "You can come in now."

"Draco, love, are you alright?" Harry asked appearing at his side.

"Yes, I'm fine. Stitched up and healed and everything. Give me a week and I can get back to my washboard abs."

"Love, you're beautiful, no matter what."

The medic cleard his throat. "Gentleman, your daughters..."

"Daughters? You never said you were giong to have twins."

"I wanted to surprise you."

Harry bent down and kissed the blonde. Suddenly in sunk in. He fell into a chair. "I'm a father." He smiled. "I have two daughters. Oh, Draco, I love you."

Draco grinned, "I love you too."

Both men grinned even wider as the medic brought in their children.

"Lilly Narcissa?" Harry asked looking down at the little blonde hair girl. She opened her eyes and stared up at him with huge emeral eyes.

He looked up to see Draco nod. In Draco's arms was a small black-haired and blue-eyes girl. "Jaime Cyrus?" Draco asked. harry nodded.

"Will it be Malfoy or Potter?" the medic asked.

"Potter," Draco replied.

"Do you, Harold James Potter, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband - to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"Until the stars burn out."

"Do you, Draco Orion Malfoy, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband - to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"Until the oceans run dry."

"I now pronounce you husbands. You may kiss..." The priest laughed as the two young men didn't even wait for permission to kiss.

Draco tossed his bouteneir, and Dean caught it, grinning and kissing Seamus, and an hour later found both couples cuddled into each other and dancing to the first song of the reception - "All My Life" by America, a song Harry had picked.

Narcissa had rented the limo for the couple, and they were now cuddled in the back seat kissing, as it pulled into their hotel parking lot.

They barely made it to their room before tearing each others' clothes off. Harry lightly bit the juncture of Draco's throat and shoulder before he layed them down on the bed. They took everything slow. Harry kissed every inch of Draco's porceline skin, worshipping his rose-bud pink nipples with his tongue, taking his manhood in his mouth and sensuously sucking and licking it before finally entering him.

Needless to say, neither one of them got much sleep that night, or the next.

It was going to be a wonderful three weeks.

A/N: Wow, so that covered several months. Wow. Oh, well, it's written. I hope you guys like it! Oh, and for those of you who noticed the asterisk. Kudos to anyone who knows what movie the quote, "I might have told a few people down at the pub..." is from. Here's your hint: think Hugh Grant, though he didn't say it.

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