A/n: The last chapter!! How depressing…well, for my first fanfic, I'm extremely happy. I adore writing and I'm glad I can complete this. Thank you all for reviewing and supporting! Please read any other fanfics, I crank out. Remember Bunni loves you all!! SaYOnara!!

Chapter Twelve: The Sea, The Fire and Some Sunshine

Beach weddings to Seven are the best thing since sliced cheese. He had on black dress pants and a white dress shirt with frilled collar. White lily purified his blue locks which were occasionally ruffled by the salt breeze. Sunset bled overdramatic oranges kissing lipstick reds while the Sun took a dip into crystal frosted sea. Music played softly from the light purple tent set up hours before. Seven could hear the people he loved loving each other with their words, smiles and laughs. All this added up to the happiest, sappiest day ever.

He walked to the sea.

It itched, when sand and salt water formed their love child on your pants and legs. But Seven was too busy think how the wind and the tide reminded him of him and Adrien. He, Seven, being the wind always pushing his love to do better and Adrien, his tide, mellowing them both out, they're so opposite but naturally compatible. This made Seven's heart giggle for it was funny how true it was:

"Carino baby…" called the tide as his splashed against him, strong arms drowning him and holding onto him at the same time. Seven's hands met Adrien's at his waist. His chin resting on the smaller man lithe shoulder:

"Whatcha thinking?" Adrien whispered cutely.

"…how radiant this sunset is." answered Seven, sounding whimsical.

"Pooey." He pouted. "I thought you were thinking about me!"

"Oh, idiot, quit whining…"

Seven turned around to look at his future husband. Outlining the slope of his nose, lips and chin, scratching it into his memory so he'll forever remember this face was his tide that will carry him pass the horizon to where the Sun swam:

"Are you ready?" asked Adrien. "To be with me, my Seven?"

"Yes, Adrien, I shall be with you till Time takes us both."

"I love you. Even though you know it, and Time knows it, I want everyone else to know too. So everybody, I love Seven."

"I love you too."

They shared kisses tasted like sugared strawberries; both sour and sweet but you could taste bland, watery seeds. Lips parted then meshed for a closed mouth kiss. How beautiful it all was:

"YAH!! I have a brother in law!" squealed Harry, who joined them in the ocean. He splashed towards his brother and husband, before hugging Seven lovingly and soaking both their pants simultaneously. Harry handed the 'bride' a bouquet of white lilies. They all headed back to shore.

NIGHT FALL

Night beach party involved a huge bonfire, crackling and barking at the marshmallows accompanied by hot dogs impaled over it. Davis played 'Bold as Love' on his guitar while Draco sang along, kissing Harry's cheek after every 'love'. Seamus ate his hot dog also cooking two others, him and Harry talked about what they wanted for Christmas. Hermione gave Adrien a wedding gift consisting of black and white photos she took of them together. Seven ran his fingers over each of them, walking his mind back to his memories.

Fireworks were lit to pay tribute to a cloudless night. Sparks of blues, purples and greens faded out after wonderful performances. Harry jumped at their monologues, clutching Draco's arm while the blonde smiled down on him, hoping that he always could. Davis chased Seamus into the ocean, not impressed by the fireworks he set off. But he loved how, when he floated and looked up at Seamus, it gave him a crown while diamond dusted waves were his robes making him a king of Davis's heart.

Their love, their fun burned long into the night like their bonfire. No matter if they dance, drunk, ate, sang around it, it would still crackle. No matter if they made promises with or without whispers braided into it, the fire would remain active. Even if Hermione wished to it that she'd find a love like her friends, it would still warm her. For whatever the night, the ocean or the fire would bring they all would still keep going. How beautiful it all was.

"SUNSHINE!" Harry hollered. Bags of clothes were stuffed into suitcases for summer had come quickly: "Hurry up!"

"Its SUNSHINE TIME!!" grinned the blonde: "So my good man where is your gent, Sir Draco Malfoy of the Great Kingdom of Gayness taking us first? Rome? Venice? Florence?"

"I don't know but I know its Italy!" squealed Harry.

"Ah, Italia! The food, the wine, the music, the-"

"BOYS!" Hermione grinned. "I heard their accents are to die for!!"

"Accents?!"

Seamus interjected as the three rolled their bags down the aisles of Dumbledore's. Davis had left him long ago to lock up, so Seamus assisted Hermione in carrying her things, while speaking to her in his 'I'm FABULOUS!' drag queen voice.:

"Hermione, hun, their accents should be the millionth on your 'TO DO' list. How big they are being number ONE!"

"Seamus, does your mind always have to be in the gutter?"

"No, darling, my mind is in the gutter for you."

"MATRIX PENIS!!!"

Everybody stopped rolling their suitcases and stared at Susnshine with huge sweatdrops over their heads…then resumed to talking:

"Harry, didn't Draco promise you a surprise or something?" asked Hermione, checking yet again for her boarding pass and passport.

"Yup!" he beamed: "And I said that we wouldn't have...er…" the dark brunette blushed a light pink.

"Sex?" Seamus added.

"Yeah till he tells me."

"The poor poor deprived man…"

"Shut up Seamus."

Italian bound quartet headed down deserted hallways. Harry's classmates had all been swept away by summer's temptations, he had to admit he was going to miss this place.

Draco was impatiently waiting for Harry's and his friends; leaning against his black Thunderbird, cigarette pressed in between his pale lips. He picked up the cancer stick as soon as Harry voiced the word 'no' in front of 'sex', bags had been under his eyes ever since:

"Drac! Can you pop the trunk?"

Bags upon bags piled up and were shut in till they would reach the airport, Draco started up the car; sporting some Aviators, Harry popped in some mix cd, Hermione whipped out her Italy travel guide, Seamus checked his eyeliner in his compact's mirror and Sunshine sat idly, which was peculiar in itself.

Cruising towards the gate, Harry hummed along to his mix cd, thinking back upon his school year at Dumbledore's. How he first met Draco, Adrien popping in, classes, and countless awkward situations that he stumbled upon. Now it was all behind as they headed off to a different country. He sighed watching his school get smaller and smaller till it was able to fit on his thumb…

BOOM!!!

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!!"

Car came to a halt, everyone lurched forward; shocked expression painted upon their faces. Harry rushed out of the passenger's seat, mouth dangling open:

"SOMEONE JUST BOMBED DUMBLEDORE'S!!" screamed Seamus.

"Heh…heh…heh…so that's what this button is for…" said Sunshine.

Everyone turned toward the blonde haired nudist attempting to look innocent. In his hand was indeed a grey remote with a HUGE red button and a label over it that read: 'SUNSHINE NO TOUCHY!!'

If it weren't for the car being in the way, Harry would have murdered Sunshine. But before his hands could reach his friend's neck, a video appeared on the back of the remote…it was the Headmaster himself:

"Thank you kindly, Sunshine. I didn't have the heart to bomb my own school. You see, it had come to my attention that there was a fleshing eating fungi growing underneath your beloved school's floors. You have saved all the summer school staff from some nasty trips to the morgue. Dumbledore's Private School For The Anti-Fleshing Eating Boys is already under construction and will be done before school starts. Happy Summer!"

Dumbledore's transmission cut off and Sunshine did a victory dance which was a crossbreed consisting of the monkey, chicken dance, that Spongebob Squarepants dance (you know when he says: 'BRING IT AROUND TOWN!!') and some spastic pelvis thrusting.:

"I bombed our school! I bombed our school! ITS SUNSHINE TIME!"

A chorus of sighes came over the group, not quite agreeing on it being a happy summer but a long summer….a long summer, indeed.

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