AN: Okay, so maybe I did the thing again where I take forever writing the last chapter, but I hope this is sweet enough for you to forgive me. A lot has happened in these past months (a new job, a year's anniversary in quarantine), and I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for listening to my madness on this one. Your love, support, and readership means the world to me in a world where cruelty, ignorance, and fear reign supreme. Don't ever let anyone tell you how to love when you're consenting adults, and let your freak flag fly. That's it for now.

Chapter 19: Busted

Harry Potter did a little tilt in front of the mirror trying to see himself from a new angle. He worried at his lower lip. The trap they'd set had to work. He'd done more technically dangerous things in his life, but the risk of being in another news cycle felt exceedingly perilous for his self-respect.

Tom Riddle had always wanted his life, and Harry briefly wondered if that twisted man would have used this against him too somehow.

In the quiet space where their pillows met in bed Harry had heard from Draco exactly how Riddle had phrased the threat of killing Draco's parents in front of him. Harry had listened closely to how terrified Draco had sounded even years past it and knew that if anyone tried to hurt this man again he would end them.

Harry and Draco had several of these emotional nights leading up to the ruse they were going to spring on the next in the line of villains in their lives. They swore to each other they'd get out in front of these homophobic scoundrels, whoever they were. An outing was bad enough but such an outing had been an act of pure bigotry and hatred, pointing at them with intent to shame.

Shame was a funny thing, if one could find humor in this situation. Harry liked to be verbally exposed, talked down to, and slapped around—but only in bed. Out of it he wouldn't take these affronts in life lying down, pun intended.

Harry tilted his head the other way in the mirror.

A sharp suit would mark the occasion of the upcoming confrontation, as even though some of the guests would be dressed scandalously, Harry was really only comfortable being that vulnerable in front of Draco nowadays. This day and always he hoped he would feel that way, because what was going on with Draco and him was perfect if not for their nonconsensual debut as freaks to the wizarding world. Freaks together, at least.

Things were… going well otherwise. Really well, in an almost scary kind of way. The house was almost done, the gardens were being sewn with new saplings and seeds every day, and Harry couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten anything frozen that wasn't ice cream off a dripping cone for being a good, good boy.

Fuck, that night with the ice cream had been incredible.

"You look a million miles away," Harry caught of Draco's voice and turned around to face him with a sheepish smile.

"Yeah," Harry nodded, looking Draco up and down. "You look incredible," he said purely as a reflex and tried to recover smoothly. "I mean, you always do, but you know I like you in black."

The corners of Draco's lips curled up cattishly. "So that's why you couldn't keep your eyes off me sixth year, hm?" Draco teased.

Harry snorted. "Sure, Draco. Let's go with that." It wasn't completely untrue, after all. "Is it strange that I feel more nervous for this than I did for all those dangerous missions in our schooldays?"

"No," Draco answered, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder. "I'm anxious, too. But you help me be brave. You always do."

Harry practically melted at Draco's touch, his words turning his knees to jelly. "Hey, have I told you lately that I love you?" Harry asked, utterly enamored.

Draco let out a little laugh. "Just last night you told me, but I like hearing it again."

"Last night?" My mistake. I should have told you in the morning as well," Harry said, reaching to cup Draco's cheek.

With a little sigh Draco's eyelids fluttered shut, nuzzling into the warmth of Harry's hand. Harry always ran warm and Draco always ran cold, and even if it led to bickering about Draco's frozen feet under the covers Draco loved to steal Harry's warmth. "You could always make up for it by telling me now," he spoke softly.

"I love you, Draco Malfoy," Harry declared at once, drawing him in for a kiss. Up against his lips he whispered another "I love you."

"And I love you, Harry Potter." Draco grasped Harry's hands in his. "What do you say we go expose some scum and slap them with a lawsuit so big they'll never see a Knut again in their lives?"

"Let's do it."

"But first—" Draco reached for a small box on the table behind him. "A gift, if you wish to wear it."

Harry's heart beat fast to see Draco open the box for him and pull out a collar of thick, black leather with a shining silver D-ring. Harry slid his tie off as fast as it would go. Draco beamed. "It's beautiful," Harry said, and bared his neck.

With her black suit and masquerade mask donned, Ginny Weasley greeted each guest at the door with a wary eye. She knew the scene well, and those guests who were old friends got by her with ease. There were plus-ones and newer guests, though, which drew her suspicion.

Ginny was the first line of defense against the interlopers, but she wasn't alone in the responsibility.

Pansy was on patrol in the various chambers for anyone acting suspicious or trying to take a picture.

Blaise had the snack bar covered to make sure nobody messed with the food or punch. It was to remain nonalcoholic and thoroughly non-poisoned.

Greg pretend to be a bathroom attendant in the gender neutral restroom off to the side of the room with the rubber seats charmed to vibrate. He was… really having his eternal loyalty to Draco tested.

Theo, when asked before the evening in question, had jumped at the opportunity to make a special brew for his friend Draco's revenge. His contribution was key. The brew was poured into a fine ink pad for the hand stamps each guest received from Ginny upon entering.

Should the recipient of the stamp be using polyjuice potion, the stamp ink would turn from green to red.

That relied upon the hunch that the person or people who wanted to ruin Draco and Harry's reputation even further were using polyjuice potion, though. It wasn't foolproof, and they could do nothing to account for metamorphomaguses, but it was still appreciated.

Ron and Hermione were helping in their own way, as well. They were waiting across the street in a diner, watching all who entered and exited the unsuspecting brick building. When Harry had told them of a harebrained, barely-functioning plan they had no choice but to join him in it, of course. Between Ron's Auror senses and Hermione's impeccable note-taking there wouldn't be anyone unaccounted for.

All of their friends—their friends—working together brought a warmth to Harry's heart that helped fight against the chill of fear he felt, too.

Draco and Harry were to arrive fashionably late wearing complementary masquerade masks. They had to be large enough to cover their foreheads so that Harry's signature scar wouldn't be visible. Trimmed in white and gold, the black masks were put on in an alleyway just down the street from the brick building that held the wonders of the night.

The pair had apparated there without issue and once they were covered up by the privacy of the masks things began to feel very real.

"You look dashing," Draco said and Harry knew what he meant: I'm scared, too.

"As do you," Harry responded, putting his hand in Draco's. They could do this. Together. The pair exited the alley and make a quick jaunt over to the building. Thankfully, nobody was out at this hour to see them. Except, of course, the couple in the harsh light of the local diner staking out the spot.

"There they are," Ron said, having known Harry by his gait. Hermione nodded, having also recognized their friend and his companion easily. "So," he continued once Draco and Harry entered the building. "Think this'll work?"

Hermione shrugged over her fish and chips. "Has any plan of ours really ever 'worked'?"

"Touché."

Inside the event itself Ginny recognized Draco and Harry as soon as they walked in, too. The masks were to ward off strangers, but Ginny Weasley knew these two too well.

"The guests of honor," Ginny greeted them with arms wide open, giving them both a hug. Harry noted when she drew her hand back that she was holding a whip. Merlin's beard, tonight was going to be weird. "Welcome, welcome."

Harry had been here before, but now it looked nothing like it once had. String lights in the shape of Eiffel Towers were strung about, creating a low light that made the dungeon look different than it had when they'd visited. Some furniture was rearranged but the most striking feature of the entrance room was the massive buffet of French food and drink in fountains placed to the side.

"Quite the spread," Harry noted, hoping his nerves weren't showing through in his voice. Through the slits in his mask he could look forward but not quite in his periphery. It made the rooms beyond look smaller, like the dungeon had shrunk. Not having his glasses was also proving difficult. Was that person by the buffet Blaise? He was not wearing very much.

"I have to admit," Ginny nodded as she put stamps on the backs of Draco and Harry's hands. "Your friend and her two submissives really came through on the décor and food."

As if summoned by praise, Pansy appeared next to Ginny and not even Harry's poor sight could make him miss the bright pink and sheer bodysuit and lingerie she had on. In her hand was… two whips? Wait, no, they were leashes.

Harry was glad for the mask because he was blushing like mad to realize that the other end of the leashes were two collared and masked submissives, a couple in black versions of Pansy's bodysuit.

Draco on the other hand had seen all this before, and was completely nonplussed. "Madam, Mistress," he greeted the two women fondly. "You've thrown quite the party. Anyone of interest show up before us?"

"No, but the night is still young," answered Ginny. "The safe word for the evening? 'Prophet'."

"Very funny," Harry deadpanned.

"And you should totally see the spanking room," Pansy urged, a combination of words Harry had never expected to hear out of anyone in a party setting, or ever. "Oh, wait! Let me introduce you three," Pansy went on almost in the same breath from how thrilled she was. She tugged on her leashes and the two submissives walked forward and bowed in sync. "These are my subs." As if it had not been obvious. Harry waited for her to elaborate but she didn't, and neither submissive opened their mouths.

"Er, nice to meet you," Harry tried. "I'm—" He stopped himself. No real names, but these were Susan and Justin from what he could recall of Pansy saying before. Wait, as in Susan Bones and Justin Goldstein? That strawberry blonde hair of Susan's gave her away even years later. "I'm having the single strangest night of my life and I've been back from the dead twice," said the savior of wizardingkind.

Draco gave Harry's hand a squeeze and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Hey, you're doing just fine. You're under no strict rules tonight but those two always are."

"Right," Harry breathed. He could feel the collar around his neck on the exhale. "Good to meet you, yes. Okay. Okay. Wow, there are a lot of people here." All in various states of dress, some in scenes as others watched on.

Harry could hear someone crying out with firm slapping noises echoing in the distance.

Behind them two more people entered the venue. Ginny had to go attend to them, get stamps on their hands, and left the rest of the introduction of the party to Pansy. The hostesses worked well together for once having been bitter enemies. How much the two Hufflepuffs had contributed was also likely a factor.

Harry could just not get over seeing such a blast from the past in this most peculiar way. He was laughing quietly and madly to himself, covered up by the music blasting from within.

Draco squeezed Harry's hand again to get his attention and lead him away from the entrance further into the party as even more people came in behind them. For a fake party word sure had gotten out.

"This way, this way," Pansy led Draco further in, taking Harry along for the ride through the eclectic crowd. "I've got to show you—"

"He and I are going to the restroom to freshen up first," Draco decided and Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, fine. But meet me by the paddle wall later," Pansy insisted.

"We'll see you," Draco said noncommittally and took Harry off down a fork in the hallways. When they reached the neon sign for restrooms the music was muffled enough by the closing of a door behind them to allow Draco to speak to Harry at a normal volume. "How are you feeling? You seem overwhelmed. We don't have to go back in there if you don't want to."

Harry shook his head. "I'm fine. I'm… adjusting. This is very intense. Thank you for taking me in here, I just need a breath."

"We can stay in here the whole time if you like," Draco offered.

"No, no, it's okay… Oh, hey," Harry said when he saw Greg by the sinks.

Gregory Goyle's eyes were wide, even behind his mask. He too was wearing a full suit, which he had insisted on from the start. "Want a towel?" he asked Harry carefully.

"Er, no, I'm fine. Thank you, though." Harry turned back to Draco. "We can go back out there, just maybe not down whatever rabbit hole the good Mistress wants to drag us down."

"Noted," Draco nodded. "She does come on a bit strong."

"A bit?" Harry laughed. "This is so many people… She did a great job, but maybe it's too great of a job."

"No one will recognize you, I swear. You're just some handsome man in a collar and tux," Draco reassured him, hands coming to grip Harry's shoulders. "And once we see who the stamp at the door reveals we can expose them and get our revenge."

"Okay. Okay, we can do this."

"You're damn right we can. Here, take my arm," Draco offered and Harry wrapped his own around it immediately. "Let's just take a stroll. And let me know if you see something you like, hm?"

Harry wasn't sure he was physically capable of being turned on when he was this stressed but he nodded anyway. Draco was just so at ease in this insanity. Maybe he could falsely adopt some of his confidence, absorb it if he held onto his arm tight enough.

With Harry's nod, Draco escorted him back out into the fray. It was no sooner that he had then he saw the frantic signaling of Ginny Weasley at the entrance.

"Shit, I think she's got something," Draco said and the couple picked up the pace, squeezing through the crowd to get back to her.

"I, I swear," said the woman in the white bustier. "I can explain—"

"It is our kink," said the man accompanying her.

"Polyjuice Potion is your kink?" Ginny asked, doubting. "Hey, you two," she said to Draco and Harry once they arrived. "You recognize either of them? They were caught using Polyjuice Potion by the stamp."

Harry squinted from behind his mask. Draco looked the couple up and down.

"Please, we did not know it was against the rules to use the potion," said the woman and sounded a little too genuinely embarrassed. "We use it at every party!"

"We go as each other's exes," admitted the man. Upon closer inspection both members of the couple were dressed in all-white laces and spandex, custom pieces by the look of them. "I am sorry, we did not know…"

Draco sighed. These were not their culprits. "Please, in the future just come as yourself," Draco requested and waved them in.

"So sorry, merci, thank you."

The flushed couple went deeper into the party and disappeared amongst the crowd.

Draco turned to say something to Ginny when Harry noticed something. The couple had come into the entrance foyer, but the door to the main building was still open. Someone was holding it open. Draco started saying something but Harry couldn't hear it. There was something about that white hand holding open the door.

Harry tugged on Draco's sleeve and Draco turned to see it, too. Someone was holding the door open but… shaking? Yes, shaking, and beyond the music and rhythmic slapping coming from the den of sin within there were two people talking—no. Arguing.

"You first," hissed the one holding the door.

"Merlin's sake, I can't do this, it's too foul," whined the other.

Before the other one could make any further arguments the one holding the door shoved him in. Masked but still managing to look skeptical were Ginny, Draco, and Harry staring down this new guest.

He was dressed in an unadorned tuxedo, as was the man who had pushed him in who now stood in the doorway.

"Welcome," Ginny said, noting how Draco and Harry had gone stiff at their entrance. "Why don't you both come in?"

The man who'd been pushed in was younger, younger than Ginny even. Harry remembered being that young and depressed. "I," started the man. "I have an invitation. To this." He looked over Ginny's shoulder trying to see within as he produced a piece of paper.

"And your friend?" Ginny asked of the more heavyset, older man in the door.

"I also have an invitation," spoke the man, fumbling with his wallet as he approached. Draco's eyes went wide.

"What did you say?" Draco asked, voice coming out a little higher than intended.

"Oh, me? I, why, I said I had an invitation to this, er, soiree…"

"Please, let me stamp your hands." Ginny stepped forward, believing this to be a moment of truth. "Hands out, please."

Though hesitant, both the older and younger man put their fists out.

No reaction to the stamp. Ginny sighed, but Draco felt he was onto something. There was something unique about that voice, something that scratched at the inside of his skull and refused to stop. The younger one could be anyone, but the older one…?

Where had he heard this voice before? Like a fly buzzing in the back of his brain…

"Madam, if you could please seal the door," Draco said to Ginny.

"But they didn't—"

"Please. Seal. The door."

Ginny stepped behind the two men and closed a latch on the door.

"Uh, we have invitations, so, we're just here to, you know—" the younger one sputtered.

"Oh, I know exactly where you got your invitations," Draco scowled. "Copied them right off of my desk, just like I knew you would."

The older one turned for the door to find Ginny blocking it. "I must go," he told her.

"Absolutely not. Who are you clowns?" Ginny demanded. "Because my friend here doesn't trust you."

"It's him," Draco said confidently, taking out his wand. "Wingardium Leviosa!" Draco lifted the mask from the older man and saw a pink, familiar face staring back at him. "Head Healer Augustus Pye."

Pye scrambled to cover his face but the masquerade mask was in Draco's hands now.

Harry's heart burned with rage. This was the man who they'd suspected, the horrible boss that tried at every instance to get Draco ousted from his dream job. But then… who was the second man?

Having seen his companion de-masked the younger man latched onto his until his knuckles turned white. "Let me out!" he yelled, charging for Ginny.

That was when Harry, wand sliding up and out of his pants pocket, pointed outwards. There was that feeling in the air again, that electricity that spiked when Harry had been surprised by the Aurors raiding the Manor. Pure, unbridled anger rolled off of him. These two were the reason they were a national laughingstock. He could care less who the younger one was, because they were both about to be in a world of hurt.

Draco's jaw dropped. Both intruders were frozen still, stopped seemingly just by Harry's wordless magic. Just as Draco adjusted to this reality Harry brought his hand down, slamming them to the floor. Some guests behind them gasped, and murmurs began to run through the crowd.

The crashing down to earth experienced by Pye and his associate was rattling, to say the least. It dislodged the second man's mask and cracked it in half, revealing…

"What?" Draco questioned. "Who even is this?"

The young man looked up, caught between trembling in fear and in anger. "What do you mean, 'who even is this'? It's me!"

Draco frowned and tried to get a closer look.

"Draco," Harry said, eerily calm for the magic essence arching around him. "Who is this?"

"I… have absolutely no idea," Draco had to admit. It was a good thing his world-saving boyfriend was able to hold them still with no words because Pye and his accomplice were pinned for Draco to inspect. But who was this?

"You," said the younger man. "Self-obsessed, unrepentant deviant! It's me! Bleremy!"

Draco nodded finally in recognition. "Right. Didn't recognize you out of your intern scrubs I suppose…"

"You, you-!" Bleremy raged. "Selfish, shallow, idiotic-!"

"Enough!" Harry snapped. He looked down upon the men on the floor with disgust in his piercing green eyes. "You, you two are the ones who outed us. Do you have any idea what you've done?"

"We exposed you for what you are! Sexual deviants, sinners in sheep's clothing!" Bleremy boasted from his place on the floor. "Even if you kill me now, you can never put your secret back in its shameful closet!"

Draco guffawed. "Kill you?" He removed his mask, no longer caring who saw him. He wanted to look this scumbag in the eye. "You're not worth the curse he used on Riddle. You're worms, the both of you. Jealous, insignificant worms." Draco turned to Harry. "Call Ron and Hermione, call the lawyers—we've got them."

Behind them the party continued on like nothing was happening, the guests lost in their fervor as Harry cast Petrificus Totalus on the two culprits. Before either could react they were stiff as boards, jaws clenched and eyes bulging in reddened rage.

Ginny dropped to search their pockets and found shrunken cameras and film aplenty. "You really thought you could expose us all, huh? And for what? Didn't your mummy ever teach you to leave war heroes alone?"

Pye's petrified eyes burned in Draco's direction. He knew what he was saying, that Draco was no war hero just because he was shacking up with one. But the insult burned a little less knowing that the Malfoy lawyers were about to take everything this man owned.

Harry put his wand away. "So this is it? A jealous boss and a zealot intern?" Harry asked Draco from behind his mask. Draco turned to him, putting an arm on his shoulder.

"This is my fault. I shouldn't have been so careless in the hospital," he began of what sounded like a long apology.

"No need," Harry stopped him, covering Draco's hand with his own. "We've got them now. Just… one thing."

"Yeah?"

"Maybe remember your intern's faces next time?"

Draco chuckled and then paused. "Wait, are you being serious?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "You know what? Nevermind. Never change, Draco, never change."

"That's what I like to hear," Draco perked up. "Now, let's get these bastards to court."

The lawsuit was an open-and-shut case, much to everyone but Pye and his goon's relief.

The case made international headlines just as the couple in question knew it would, but this time they could control the narrative.

Defamation of the highest caliber, regardless of its truth, had caused near-irreparable harm to both the reputations of a Mr. Harry James Potter and a Healer Draco Lucius Malfoy. The perpetrators in question made no statements of denial or innocence, just a proclamation that they had done what they believed to be right.

They were sadly not alone in this sentiment, but Harry couldn't hear the voices of detraction amongst the thunderous support of his friends and family.

The trial date was a media circus in spite of it being such a short trial indeed, and a hefty monetary outcome was rewarded to joint account for Draco and Harry—their first joint account of many much to Lucius' dismay.

In the end though the Malfoy patriarch was satisfied knowing the pair who had wanted to harm and throw off the career of his only son were now barred from practicing medicine. That wasn't a legal consequence, but one that came from the Board of Advisors of Saint Mungo's.

"One's right to privacy over their sexual orientation and goings-on therein is something we pride ourselves on at Saint Mungo's," they had said, ensuring their steady stream of magical sexual mishap cases didn't stop flowing in. "This Head Healer and intern were an anomaly."

Draco didn't know about the veracity of that considering how many weird looks he still got at the hospital, but at least people weren't brave enough to confront him. As time went on other scandals shook the wizarding world, and the people were swept up in the zeitgeist rather than lingering on Draco and Harry's oh-so public outing.

At the Manor things were quiet. Draco and Harry cooked, cleaned, decorated, and made filthy, filthy love together like a favorite song on replay. Draco would go to work, Harry would tend to the gardens, and at the end of the day they always came together, never going to bed angry or dissatisfied.

"Harry?" Draco would call for when he entered the front door, shrugging off his Healer robes.

"Daddy?" he'd hear in reply, and his heart would soar.

It was the night after Hermione and Ron's wedding, an affair held at the Burrow like Bill and Fleur's and George and Angelina's had been. There was dancing, laughter, and an irresistible buttercream cake.

Harry had been Ron's best man and Ginny had been Hermione's maid of honor. The group that had come together to support Harry and Draco now did the same for the newlyweds. Harry had cried seeing Hermione in her dress, but it had been nothing compared to the sniffling Ron had to compete with in getting his vows out to her.

Draco and Harry danced long into the night, drinking and carousing with the Weasley clan. When it was time to send Ron and Hermione off to their honeymoon it was Draco who presented them with an expensive bottle of champagne as they made their exit.

"I cannot thank you enough," Draco had said for their acceptance and assistance.

"I think you'll find a way," Hermione said. "Make an honest man out of Harry, would you?"

Draco patted his suitjacket pocket. "Way ahead of you."

That same pocket weighed heavier than ever when Harry and Draco stumbled home through the Floo. Harry was light and giddy, wrapping his arms around Draco to embrace him in front of the foyer's fireplace. "'M not gonna make it to the bedroom," Harry informed his lover as he started his line of kisses up his neck.

Draco chuckled, arms wrapped around him. That would normally be great news, but… "One thing, first," Draco offered.

"Hm?" Harry kept on kissing his neck.

"Just one quick thing," Draco said, his nerves spiking.

As if Harry could feel the increased in heartrate, he pulled back and looked at Draco with a tilted head. "What's wrong?"

"Oh," Draco sighed. "Nothing, nothing at all, Harry. Nothing's been wrong for a long time now, don't you think?"

Harry allowed himself a confused smile. "What are you getting at?" He swept his hand through Draco's hair to mess it all up, being the only one allowed to do such a thing.

"We reconnected," Draco listed, ruffling Harry's hair in return even if it didn't make that much of a difference. "We reconciled, we… reunited in the way only we can."

With a brow raised and a grin cocked on his face, Harry nodded. "Yeah, that we did." He still wasn't sure where this was going and why they weren't naked right now, but he was willing to entertain whatever line of thought Draco was going down.

"We got to know each other in ways no one else has. We survived my parents, a crazed boss and intern, a judgmental world who would rather gay people be silent and sexless. And… it's got me thinking." Draco was running out of breath despite his sentences being of average length and Harry could feel it.

"Thinking…?" Harry tried to follow where Draco was going. Harry tried to read his face but there was something so unsure about his usually-confident Daddy.

"About us," Draco clarified. "You, and me, and this Manor we've built up… I don't ever want it to end, Harry. I love you."

"I love you too," Harry said, features soft. "And I don't ever want it to end, either."

"In that case," Draco said, steeling himself in return. He backed up slightly, squaring off Harry's shoulders with his hands before reaching into his inner jacket pocket. Once he had the box in his hand he looked Harry right in the eye as he sank to one knee.

The once-mellow look on Harry's face vanished. All he could hear for a moment was the sound of his own swallowing. No, there was no way…

"Harry James Potter," Draco started and Harry gasped, hands flying to cover his mouth and the shock. "Every day with you has been the best of my life. I can't imagine a world without you, without us, sweet boy. I want to make you stupidly, deliriously happy for the rest of our lives together. I want a life together—I want you. Would you make me the luckiest man alive and marry me?"

Draco opened the ring box to reveal a white gold band inlaid with diamonds to make it look like a collar.

Harry, who had already cried quite a bit today, felt the tears coming hot and fast. "Draco," he could barely get out before they came. For a moment he couldn't speak so he just nodded, and Draco felt his spirit soar. "Yes," Harry managed through his blubbering. "Yes, yes, yes."

Instead of Draco standing, Harry joined his beloved on the floor.

"It's beautiful, Draco," Harry whispered of the ring.

"Can I put it on you?"

"Yes—yes, please," Harry nodded and shook away tears.

Draco took Harry's left hand in his and slid the ring on, fitting perfectly around him. "You're really…? You're really saying yes?" Draco asked in disbelief.

"Of course I am!" Harry responded emphatically, throwing his arms around his fiancé. "You're gonna be my Daddy, forever."

"Until we're old and gray," Draco agreed, his own eyes watering now. "You're mine, and I'm yours. Forever."

"Forever," Harry echoed before drawing Draco in for a kiss. Forever his, forever happy, forever kept.