A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short. Couldn't be helped.

True to his word, Remus got a special license from the King and Harry and Draco were married that evening in Remus's back garden, in front of Draco's mother and the house servants.

Harry's voice shook as he recited the vows that the Bishop asked him to repeat and was nearly inaudible when he had to repeat the words "honor and obey".

Beside him, in a strong and clear voice, Lord Draco Malfoy recited his marriage vows without pause, even going so far as to wink at Harry when he got to "forsaking all others". Harry felt a little jolt of jealousy at the thought of Draco taking on other lovers.

And why do I care? He asked himself. He can have as many lovers as he wants as long as he leaves me alone.

The Bishop finally announced they were wed and Draco gave him a small light kiss that left Harry breathless for some reason.

Dinner was a quiet affair and Harry had to restrain himself from jabbing Draco with his fork when the blonde put his hand on Harry's thigh. Instead he leaned toward his new husband and lord and hissed into his ear.

"Remove your hand this instant or I will make you a eunuch."

"Try it and I will have you over my knee with your pants down around your ankles so fast your head will spin." Draco warned. And with a smile on his face. Harry inhaled sharply and backed away.

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me, love. Your little theatrics may work with your father but they will not work on me. You are now mine and I can do whatever I want to you, whenever I want and no one will say anything in your defense." Harry trembled at Draco's words, knowing he was quite serious.

"I hate you." Harry stated, miserably. Draco didn't reply, returning to the conversation he was having with Remus. Harry, feeling nauseous, set his fork aside.

Narcissa Malfoy watched her new son-in-law from beneath her lashes. She was pleased that her son had chosen a mate at long last, however unorthodox his way of obtaining it was. She was even more pleased that it was the adopted son of the man she'd loved from afar. She did like young Harry and only hoped that he would come to love her son as her son so obviously loved him.

You do have a fight on your hands, my beautiful boy. Harry will not give you his love that easily. She thought to herself.

Lady Hermione retrieved Harry shortly thereafter and took him to his room to help him pack his belongings.

"All of this won't fit in the carriage." Harry said.

"No worries, Harry. I will be along with the rest of your things in the morning."

"You're coming to The Manor?"

"Yes. I am your servant, as you well know. Where you go, I go."

"But Remus-"

"-asked me to. So don't worry about it." she smiled. Harry sat down heavily on the end of his bed and sighed.

"I can't do this, Hermione." He looked down at his hands. She sat beside him and covered them with her own.

"Yes you can, Harry. Lord Lupin and I have complete faith in you."

"Faith? That's a joke. He's the one who put me in this situation in the first place." Harry frowned.

"Can you blame him? Harry, he has raised you since you were an infant. He knows your heart as well as you do. He's not doing this to be cruel. He's doing this because he loves you and wants to see you happy."

"He made me marry Malfoy! What kind of love is that?"

"The love of a father who wants to see his son happy and cared for by the man he loves." Hermione stated in a quiet voice. Harry looked up at her, shocked.

"I don't love Malfoy! I don't!"

"Who are you trying to fool, Harry? Me, or yourself?" Before Harry could reply, another of his father's servants came up to tell him that the Malfoys were waiting.

Resigned to his fate, Harry joined the two Malfoys in their carriage and they left for Malfoy Manor...and an uncertain future...