Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Harry spent the next week filling out form after form, all the while taking notes for Hermione. She was sure to revise the forms at some point and since he was already finding that he had to fill out the same question on no less than twenty of the sheafs he may as well make a note of it.

Tom would ask occasionally what he was working on, but didn't seem to mind when Harry was vague about it being something he was helping Hermione with. He wasn't that interested as long as Harry came and kept him company from lunch until just after supper. Exhaustion usually claimed Tom after that and Harry would come and join him for bed around Marie's ten o'clock feeding.

All in all, it took almost three weeks to get everything filled out properly. He owled Hermione and let her know he filled out the forms, but told her to wait until the next day before arriving. He'd owl her again if there was a change in plans.

He smiled when he saw Tom in the kitchen with a cup of tea.

"Tom?" The man looked up and smiled. Even with the bags under his eyes, he was radiant. "I've done quite a bit of thinking the last few weeks." He plucked the teacup from Tom's grasp and wrapped his arms around Tom's hips. Tom's hands came to rest on his chest. "I love you. And while your collar looks incredible on you," Tom blushed at this, lightly touching his collar as he did whenever it came up. He adored the gift. "I would also like to see a ring on your finger."

"But...the ministry won't allow that, I'm your slave. Slaves don't get to marry."

"I know that. Which is why Hermione has been helping me figure out a way to free you from your enslavement. Would you like that? To be a free man? To marry me?" Tom looked shocked, to say the least. It took him several moments of trying to speak before any actual words came out.

"You...want me to...you want to free me so I can marry you?" Harry nodded.

"But...I don't have any magic. And you'd be rid of me, who's to say that you'd allow the marriage to go through? You could just leave me off to be on my own and never let me see you or Marie again."

"I could, but I won't. Even if I didn't love you, I would never separate a parent from their child unless abuse was involved. You dote on her, and honestly I'd be lost without your guidance. Besides, I want you by my side for the rest of my life. I can't fathom a life without you now. I don't even want to contemplate the thought.

"You can say no, if you want. I won't force you to go through with it. If you'd rather remain my slave and continue as we have been, I'd allow it. But that won't stop me from wishing you'd let me free you so we can marry. I'd like to be able to call you my husband instead of my slave."

It only took a few moments of Tom staring at him before he nodded.

"Can I keep the collar?" A smile broke free on Harry's face.

"Of course you can keep the collar. And the clothes, and the toys in our playroom. And anything else you want. You can keep it all." Tom had tears threatening to fall when he leapt into Harry's arms.

"Then I'd love for you to be able to call me your husband."

The ceremony was simple. Hermione was witness to a run-of-the-mill ministry employee declaring that Tom was no longer a slave and was pronounced a free man. They all signed the document presented and Harry immediately got down on one knee and held out a diamond engagement ring to match his collar with the question 'Will you marry me?' barely leaving his lips before Tom was nodding and snogging him senseless.

Their wedding was beautiful. Taking place on a pleasantly warm day in the summer with a few picturesque white clouds in the bright blue sky. Hermione had the pleasure of ordering Tom's entire ensemble for the wedding day as well as their wedding night and the following day. She was also babysitting Marie until the next night, giving the newlyweds enough time to settle their bond without having to worry about the baby.

Harry watched as Tom walked from the french doors leading from the house to the patio towards the white rose arch he was standing under. Hermione had done a wonderful job, decorating everything in white with the occasional splash of crimson. Tom's dress was white with a crimson silk belt and his dress robes over it were white with crimson trim. Likewise, Harry's were white with red trim, although Harry was wearing white trousers, a white button down shirt and a crimson waistcoat.

Their vows were simple, followed by Tom placing a platinum ring on Harry's finger and Harry placing the wedding band that went to Tom's engagement ring on his finger. The two rings magically fused, creating an emerald ring with diamond running down the middle. It matched Tom's collar perfectly, making the man blush. They'd agreed that Tom could wear the collar whenever he wanted, but in public he was to glamour it. Harry couldn't wait to see what Tom looked like in that outfit with the collar unglamoured.

They ate dinner with their guests, a surprisingly small number of people. Only half of the Weasley's came, despite all of them being invited. Apparently a relative of Molly's was ill and had asked for her and the older Weasley's to visit before she passed away. Hermione had done a wonderful job picking out Marie's flower girl outfit. Hermione had walked her down the aisle, helping her toss crimson rose petals the whole way. The white dress poofed ever so prettily with a silk belt to match Tom's. The two had matching lace on their dress tops, and Tom's bouquet of red roses with white baby's breath matched Marie's corsage.

A few of Harry's friends from school arrived as well during the reception to wish the two of them well. Luna and Neville arrived first and left with the Weasleys, whereas some of the others simply came, handed of their well wishes and left. Harry couldn't find it in his heart to be disappointed. Today was simply perfect.

Later that evening, Harry silently thanked Hermione for her impeccable planning skills. Somehow she'd gotten Tom to tell her what Harry liked seeing on him so she could go all out for Tom's outfit. A white garter with a red strip of silk encased his thigh, a wonderful treat after Harry had discovered Tom's white heels with red soles and the white fishnet stockings with red lace tops. His panties were a cheeky boy cut in white lace with a matching white lace bra. Harry immensely enjoyed ravaging Tom until the two were completely spent and fell asleep.

The next day was spent much the same way, especially after Harry saw the delectable skirt and crop top combo Hermione had selected for Tom to wear. He suspected he'd appreciate it more when he wasn't trying to find out how many times he can get Tom to come in a twenty-four hour period.

Hermione was due to arrive with Marie in a few short hours when Harry turned to Tom while they were lounging on their bed.

"Husband-mine?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."