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Life is the Adventure

Chapter one

Draco groaned and stretched, letting his joints pop, and rolling over to look at his future husband. Harry's eyes were still closed, small snores escaping his slightly opened mouth. The sight still made him smile, even though he had been waking up to it for almost a year. He reached over and pushed the hair out of his face, and leaned over and kissed his full lips.

"Mmm, No! Sleep. Please." Harry allowed the kiss for a moment, then rolled away to bury his face in the pillow.

"We can't sleep. We have some last minute things to do, and the rehearsal later. So the earlier the better. Plus, I'm sure the Weasley's would appreciate the help setting up." Harry groaned again, but rolled over and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The green eyes popped open when he felt his fiance straddle him. He looked at the blond, sitting back on his haunches, tracing a finger on the lines of Harry's abs.

"It'll be hard to sleep without you tonight," he said in a small voice.

"I told you we don't have to do that! We can sleep here together and get ready together and,"

"It's tradition Harry! It'll make seeing you tomorrow afternoon so much more special." Harry grinned, sat up and kissed him. Draco's mouth opened with a sigh, Harry moved his hands to the back of his head and the small of his back, but Draco pulled away. "We need to go help!" Draco swung his leg off Harry and onto the floor, going over to the wardrobe to pick out their clothes.

Harry watched him open the doors and climb in. Almost eight years in the wizarding world and he still wasn't fully used to it. Draco had scoffed at the wardrobe, saying it would never do for the two of them, forgetting the fact that he no longer had much in the way of possessions.

Draco had learned how to bargain shop though, soon filling the wardrobe with many garments for himself and Harry. Harry wasn't making much during his Auror training, and he had a little over two years to go. Minister Shacklebolt had relaxed the rules a little, accepting those who had fought bravely during the battle of Hogwarts, partially because they had lost many of their numbers, but Harry had wanted to do it the old fashion way. He received all the required N.E. during their 8th year, and was doing well, making Draco proud.

Draco made good money, but insisted on saving most of it for their wedding and honeymoon. He wouldn't tell Harry exactly how much, because he wanted to surprise him, but he also worried the man might feel bad if he knew just how much more he was making, but things would even out once Harry finished his training. He worked from home, down in their kitchen, using the large fireplace and spacious table for all his ingredients and potions. He made the majority of the remedies for 's, getting owls everyday of what was needed, and having Kreacher pop over with the finished batches.

Draco came out of the wardrobe with too many hangers and a couple of garment bags, Harry noticed his name stitched on the one closest to him. Harry jumped out of bed just as Draco cast a spell to make it, not noticing him as he muttered to himself while sorting the clothes.

"This is your outfit for while we're setting up, no need to get good clothes dirty," jeans, a T-shirt, and a green jumper that was Draco's favorite on him landed on the bed one by one as he spoke. "This will be for the rehearsal tonight and the dinner after," Draco tapped the black trousers and lilac button down, and a garment bag appeared around them as well. Not Harry's first choice, but Draco would end up winning the clothes argument every time, so Harry just let him have at it. "And this," laying the bag with his name on it down, "Is for tomorrow. No peeking, okay? I want as many surprises for you as possible tomorrow." Harry made sure Draco saw him roll his eyes as he pulled his jeans over his hips.

They finished up and went down to the kitchen. "Ugh! What is that smell?" Harry put a hand over his nose and mouth, and looked around, spying one of Draco's larger cauldron's hanging from the hook in the fireplace. The putrid, sour smell filled the kitchen, it was overwhelming, and somehow familiar.

"Skele-Gro. You have to let it cool slowly or it turns poisonous," Harry's eye was drawn to Draco's biceps as they appeared under his ice blue sweater sleeves as he lifted the heavy cauldron and set it down on the table, covering it with a lid. He turned his head towards Harry and caught him looking, and smirked. Harry blushed, and Draco's smirk turned into a real smile as he took the few steps over to him, put a hand on his chin, and raised it so their lips could meet. It drove Draco mad that after all this time together, Harry acted as if they had just begun.

Draco could feel that his man was hard, so he snaked his hand around to the back of his neck and deepened the kiss, causing a small moan to escape from Harry's throat. Then he slid his other hand up his hip and stomach, stopping to let his palm rest in the center of the other man's chest. He let go of Harry's neck and pushed his chest so he was forced to step backwards. Draco pivoted on the spot, going back to the fireplace and setting a flame with his wand, then taking the jar of floo powder off the mantle, turned and offered it to Harry.

The brunette was pouting, realizing that Draco was leading him on. Now he had to work to clear his mind so that he wouldn't show up to the Burrow with a noticeable bulge in his jeans. He sighed and took a pinch, he still really hated travelling by floo, but it was the best way to get to The Burrow with all the protective charms that Molly insisted they keep up, having lived most of her years with a war raging on, the protection was a necessity to her.

He scattered the powder into the flame that burst into a brilliant green. "The Burrow," he said very clearly, and stepped into the heat. It enveloped him and the sensation was overwhelming enough, and then the spinning started. He tucked his elbows in, squeezed his eyes shut tight, and waited for it to be over.

He threw out his hands when it all stopped, finally having gotten used to the experience enough to learn how to not fall on his face. His palms hit the cobblestone of the kitchen floor, he brought himself to his knees, then felt a hand under his armpit, helping him up. He took his glasses off and was going to try and find a clean bit of sweater to wipe them on, when all the soot on him disappeared.

Arthur Weasley slipped his wand back into the pocket of his robes. "Morning Harry. Best step aside, I imagine Draco will be along any moment."

"Morning . Thanks." Arthur was right, for as soon as Harry stepped aside the fireplace erupted in the green flames and Draco rolled out, stopping on his feet and straightening up. Bloody tosser is good at everything. Arthur repeated his cleaning charm, then shook the hand Draco had extended. Harry had lost count of how many dinners they'd had here together, but Draco always used his best manners around Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

"Molly's got everyone scattered about. She and Hermione are hanging tablecloths on the line outside. George is out by the gate, waiting for the tent people, who should be here any minute to start setting up. She has Ginny helping Fluer with the flowers, they're making centerpieces in the den. Bill is doing his best with the ghoul, he's started throwing things out the window lately. And Ron just went out to degnome the garden, bet he could use some help. Charlie will be getting in late tonight, and Percy said he'd stop by after work and see if we needed any extra help. I'll be out in a minute to clean the yard."

"I think I'll check on the flowers, make sure Fluer isn't overdoing it," Draco gave Harry a peck on the cheek then left the kitchen. Harry was taking it all in as he started towards the garden. The Weasley's had always been like family to him, but seeing all the work they'd already done around the Burrow, and knowing that they were all currently bustling around to get more done, it was truly touching. The garden had been tamed, not the crazy thing it usually was, but pruned and clipped to be easily maneuvered through. It looked as though Hermione and were hanging enough cloths to cover a hundred tables.

Merlin! How many people did Draco invite?

Harry had left most everything up to Draco, giving his opinion when it was asked for, but otherwise not knowing much about wizarding or muggle traditions. He had only been to one wedding, Bill and Fluer's, and it had ended rather abruptly. All he knew for sure is that by the end of tomorrow, they would be bound for life.

The thought sent a blush to his cheeks and he rounded a large bush and found Ron laying on his back in the middle of the garden, arm thrown over his eyes to block out the sun. Harry smiled, remembering hiding like this from during all the stress of preparing for Bill's wedding. He took a seat next to his best mate, who he now realized was snoring softly, thought for a moment. Should he just wake him up nicely?

Naw.

"RON, SPIDER!"

"Ugh, there's a what? WHAT?" He shot up onto his knees, slapping his hands at his body to get the imaginary arachnid off him. Harry roared with laughter, Ron's face quickly changed to scarlet with anger and embarrassment.

"You absolute arse!" He punched Harry's shoulder, which hurt quite a bit, but was worth it.

"Thought you were degnoming?"

"Mum knows I hate degnoming! Especially doing it by myself. I figured you'd be along before long to help, and I must have drifted off. I couldn't sleep worth a damn last night."

"I was gonna say," Harry stood, brushing dirt off the back of his jeans, "you look pretty awful. Which I guess will make me look better tomorrow standing next to you, but I'd prefer you just get some sleep. What's up?" The dark circles under Ron's eyes were so purple it looked like he had matching black eyes. Ron stood as well and started to pace in the small, clear space between plants.

"I've just been, um, thinking about something. Can I ask you something?" Shit. Harry had been worried something like this would happen. Ron had been furious when Draco and him were getting together, he was hoping he'd have moved on, but part of him thought this moment would come. His best mate checking last minute if he was sure he wanted to do this.

Ron was running his hand up and down on the hair at the back of his head, looking so nervous. Ron stopped moving and looked Harry straight in the eye.

"I want to ask Hermione to marry me. Can I do it during the reception? Or is that kind of stealing your thunder?"

Harry just blinked at him, absolutely stunned.

Then he threw his hands up and almost shouted at the taller man, "It's about bloody time!" He jumped on his taller friend, pulling him into a strong hug, then pulling back, keeping his hands on his shoulders. "I'll need to double check with Draco, but that sounds fantastic. She's gonna blush so hard, with you doing it in front of everyone. Have you thought about how you're gonna go about it?"

Ron looked so relieved for a minute, then he looked almost green. He pulled away from Harry and started pacing again. "That's why I can't sleep. I want it to be perfect for her! But I feel like if I plan it too hard it'll be too forced. I kinda just want to wait til I feel a good moment, but what if I don't and then the party's over. Or I question if this moment is THE moment, and then I miss it by overthinking it?"

"Mate, my proposal didn't go anything like I thought. It was much, much better. So I bet, no matter how it comes out, she'll be thrilled." He clapped Ron on the shoulder, and bent over, looking for gnomes under the nearest bush.

He heard Ron take a deep breath, then blow it out slowly, then he joined Harry on the hunt for gnomes.

Outside looked spectacular. All stray boots and tools had been removed from the yard, the large, white tent was in place. Silver, sparkling lanterns floated in the air, making everything glimmer. Right now only one long table sat under the canvas, waiting to be weighted down with all the dishes had been cooking for the last hour. A single row of chairs sat facing a large silver archway with dark green vines with little buds snaking up it.

The rehearsal had only taken about 20 minutes, since Draco had the officiant only talk about things in vague terms so that Harry could be surprised tomorrow. He was the same man who had officiated over Bill and Fluer's wedding, and Dumbledore's funeral.

They practiced walking in, stood up front with each other as the officiant went over when Ron and Hermione should hand over the rings, went over some basic wording with was at every wizarding wedding, and then he said something that momentarily froze Harry in place, "Do you know which on of you is going to read your vows first?" He was looking at Harry and Draco. Harry looked at Draco, who was thinking.

"I think I'd like to go first, if that's okay Harry." He answered something saying that was fine with him, but he wasn't sure exactly what he had said, because his brain was busy screaming any expletive he knew at him.

Bloody fucking hell! I was supposed to write vows? I thought we just repeated some stuff!

They practiced walking out, and then it was time for dinner. All Weasleys were now present, along with Hermione, Luna and Neville. They all helped carry out some dishes and everyone took turns giving short toasts, wishing them well. had started hers a few times, then would start crying too hard to continue. The final time stood when she started to get overwhelmed, wrapped an arm around her, and looked to Harry and Draco.

"What I believe my beautiful wife is trying to say, is that we are incredibly happy for you both.

Harry, we have known you, personally, for quite a few years now. Of course we had heard of you before that, The Boy Who Lived. You weren't what some people expected, figuring the notoriety might have gone to your head before you were even old enough to carry a wand. But at eleven, when you so kindly asked Molly for help to get onto the platform, she instantly knew that you were sweet, polite, and kind.

Then we heard from our son that he had made a friend, a friendship that started easily and grew to include his entire family and is sure to last a lifetime. We have had the honor of watching you grow into a man over time, taller and wiser every summer break. But from that first visit, when you came here when you were twelve, you have been a member of this family."

All Weasley's hooted in agreement. Molly looked lovingly at her husband, shiny eyed. "Draco, we have not known you personally for very long, but we had heard of you as well. A young man struggling to deal with things that grown adults wouldn't be able to shoulder, and you came out standing tall. A gentleman led by skill and determination, but who's heart is so open to love, and who truly deserves it.

A wise man believed that love had a power all it's own, that it can cause more good or more damage than most ever realize. But the love you two have for each other has done so much good for you both. I have no doubt that the years ahead will hold some struggles and trials, but that your love will get you through it all."

Arthur raised his goblet, and Molly, tears now streaming down her face, getting caught in the crook of her smile, raised hers as well, with the rest of the table to follow.

"Harry and Draco, your love and care for others has gotten you far in this life, let it continue to carry you through to the greatest beyond, together through it all. To Harry and Draco."

"To Harry and Draco!" Glasses were raised and drunk, Harry stood and hugged Mr. and Mrs Weasley, the best step-parents he could ever ask for.

Dinner finished up, some headed upstairs to go to bed, others went to the border of the protective charms to apparate home for the night. Harry would be going upstairs to Ron's room soon, but he was seeing Draco off before he headed off with Luna and Hermione.

He had taken Draco's hand and took a loop through the garden before heading towards the gate. Draco thought Ron proposing at the reception was a beautiful idea, and swore he wouldn't breathe a word of it to Hermione. Soon they grew quiet and were just strolling through the apple trees skirting the outside of the orchard.

Harry looked over and caught Draco's eye. His face had a familiar smirk, and before Harry was fully aware of what was happening, he was pinned against one of the trees, hands over his head, Draco's hip bones on his own to hold him there. Harry looked around Draco's head, unable to see the Burrow from their position, so hoping no one could see them. Then his eyes drifted to Draco's.

The silver eyes were full of a lust that made Harry shiver. Draco brought his lips to Harry's, kissing hungrily. Soon their tongues were involved, Draco had taken both of Harry's wrists in one of his hands, and had the other running down Harry's body, cupping his cheek, tweaking his nipple, scratching down his back to his arse, then moving around to cover his bulge between them.

The little moans and groans that were escaping Harry's throat might have embarrassed him slightly if his brain wasn't clouded by all of Draco. Draco's breath and vanilla smell filling his lungs, his tongue roaming his mouth, his body pressed so firmly against him, then his hand taking hold of his crotch.

Harry needed him. Now.

Harry thrust forward, hoping to move things along, but he did not get the response he expected. As soon as he moved forward, Draco took a large step back, letting Harry's hands fall and Harry almost fell with them without Draco's body holding him against the tree.

Harry regained his balance and frowned, looking at Draco, who's grin was nothing less than evil. "There, I just wanted to make sure you would miss me tonight." Harry's mouth fell open and Draco chuckled at his utterly bewildered expression. Then if changed to rage.

"You absolute tease! Of course I'm going to miss you! You don't have to grope me then leave me wanting!" Harry moved forward, trying to put a hand on Draco, anywhere he could reach, but the blond kept expertly avoiding his touch.

Draco laughed, then turned, strolling towards the gate, where he could see Hermione and Luna waiting for him. I will never get tired of playing that man.

He was a few yards out of the trees when he heard racing feet. Confused, he turned, just in time for Harry to pounce. The brunette launched himself, colliding with the blond and sending them both rolling through the grass, getting dirt and bits of grass on their button-ups and trousers. Harry, with surprising strength, straddled him, holding his hands to the ground. Draco could hear the girls laughing, causing him to blush as Harry brought his lips to his. The lips moved to his ear, "Miss you already."

Harry got off Draco and jogged towards the Burrow, as if tackling men into the grass for a quick snog was a perfectly normal thing. Draco stood, fixing his hair and blushing brilliantly as he made his way out of the yard.

Ron was laughing when Harry found him outside the back door, having seen Harry's assault of Draco, but he soon stopped when he saw the worry on Harry's face.

"What's up?"

"Vows! I didn't know I had to write vows!"

"Oh bloody hell! Let's go!" They went all the way up to Ron's room, working on the vows and a few ideas of what Ron would say to Hermione until the first peaks of sun were visible over the trees.