Chapter Six


Before the couple knew it they had pulled into the church parking lot. Harry had been able to gain control of his emotions and was actually relaxed and smiling. Draco turned to him and grabbed onto his hand.

"You can do this Harry. Stay positive and enjoy the fallout that is inevitably coming. If something happens and you start to regress, I'll snap you out of it. I've got your back."

"Thanks." Harry replied trying his best to hide his smile. Draco merely smirked again and climbed out of the car as Harry handed the keys over to the valet hired specially for the event. They walked up the path to the church gates where two very large bulky men were waiting beside another man and a woman who were carrying cameras and notepads.

"Good morning Ms. Skeeter, Mr. Lovegood. Hello PC Crabbe, PC Goyle." Harry greeted with handshakes and smiles all around.

"Good to meet you again Harry."

"Looking as good as ever Mister Potter." They all greeted.

"Might I introduce my…" Harry paused for a moment and caught Draco's gaze. Draco flicked his eyes from Gregory Goyle and smiled at Harry. Harry felt some more tension leave him. "My lover. Draco Malfoy, this is Ms. Rita Skeeter journalist extraordinaire from The Prophet. Mr. Richard Lovegood is the proud owner of the Quibbler. Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle are officers from the local police station that I've known since we were children. They share my dislike of the Dursley's and the rest of my family. They were classmates of Dudley and Tommy and let's just say they weren't always the size they are now and leave it at that."

They shrugged in agreement.

"Nice to meet you Draco."

"Pleasure to meet you Mister Malfoy."

"Lover you said Harry? Well, I can't wait to hear how you found him. He's gorgeous." Harry flushed at Rita Skeeter's words and Draco smirked wrapping his arm around Harry's waist. He gave the woman a smile.

"All in good time Ms. Skeeter, all in good time."

"Yes, yes." Rita waved dismissively and moved the glasses that were perched on her nose. "Still, I must say I am intrigued. This story will have the front pages of both our newspapers by tomorrow I am sure, and it will probably be a long term subject too. I mean who knew that the Dursley's were hiding such horrible secrets? We do adore our juicy stories."

"Well. Ahem." Richard coughed slightly. "Perhaps we had better head inside? Time is speeding by and the wedding is due to start soon."

"Oh yes, quite." Rita agreed. Richard smiled at her and offered his arm.

"Well then Ms. Skeeter, perhaps I could have the honour of escorting you in?"

"Oh of course my dear. No-one can make an entrance quite like we can. Come along dearies." Harry shook his head and Draco smiled in amusement as the pair of journalists walked down the path towards the church arm in arm. He chuckled as he watched Rita use her free arm to exaggerate whatever story she was telling the other reporter.


As they entered the lobby of the church, random bridesmaid number one, the girl who'd tried to steal Draco for a dance the day before, came over to see how Harry was doing. Everyone who'd been at the dance school had heard the commotion but hadn't been told what had happened exactly. When the two had disappeared some had grown concerned and when they hadn't joined the rehearsal dinner the evening before, they'd started asking questions. Vernon and Petunia had just brushed their concerns off, but Rose had said that he'd fallen and hit his head, resulting in a trip to the hospital.

Harry just mentally groaned and then, after putting on his most neutral face, told the woman and the other guests eavesdropping on the conversation exactly what had happened. Every sordid detail.

As he was finishing his story, the quartet of musicians hired for the event began playing and the ushers started seating guests. When it was Harry and Draco's turn to enter, Harry couldn't help but be a little bit impressed.

The chapel was lit with hundreds of candles; their flames casting moving shadows on the guests that were occupying the pews and waiting impatiently for the ceremony to begin. The bouquets that the ladies had made the previous week decorated the ends of the pews while the quartet played soft classical music in the background. The music was low, almost inaudible over the hushed conversations of the waiting guests.

Harry watched as Cedric walked to the end of the aisle to wait by the minister for the rest of the wedding party to join him.

Suddenly the music changed from the soft classical music that had been playing to something else at a much louder volume signaling the true start of the ceremony. The guests fell silent as they turned toward the door to stare at the end of the aisle, eager to see the parade of beautiful people join the groom and minister.

Cedric's best man walked through the door with Rose's maid of honour on his arm. Harry approved of her choice in dress. All too often bridesmaids were stuck with the most hideous of gowns, but she wore a long, elegant sapphire piece that was extremely flattering. The bottom of the dress fell past her ankles and rested just above the floor without touching it as if it had been made just for her. The sleek lines of the dress clung to her slender pixie-like frame, accenting her small waist and hips.

The moment the first couple had reached the halfway-point, a second pair began to walk down the aisle. This bridesmaid also had her arm locked with a groomsman. Her gown was cut differently than the maid of honour's. It was in a classic a-line style with shimmering sequins. Her long caramel hair was styled in a half up-half down do. The sparkly clip that held her hair up helped draw the eye to the beautiful curls flowing down her bare back.

A third, fourth and fifth pair of groomsmen and bridesmaids made their way down aisle before the music grew louder yet again and the doors swung open again with an effect of grandeur that made Harry mentally roll his eyes. The quartet began to play the wedding march and Rose and Vernon stepped through the doors.

He had to admit that the bride looked wonderful. Her red hair was up in an elegant knot with a few stubborn tendrils framing her face, beautiful under the brilliant white veil. She held her head high and proud as she slowly walked down the aisle towards the altar.

Harry found himself studying the dress. The bride was wearing a pure white wedding gown with a full skirt that pulled away from her slender frame and a train that was just over four feet long. The gown was backless and sleeveless while the bodice hugged her slender waist and full chest tightly to emphasize her shapely figure. It was one of his designs, one he'd done a few years ago and sold to an international wedding company. He actually liked the dress even if it was his sister wearing it.

Harry kept watching as they slowly made their way down the aisle but had to grip Draco's hand when the Minister began speaking.

"Who gives Rose Potter away?" the minister asked in an authoritative voice.

"I give Rose Potter away," Vernon replied as he let go of her arm and placed her slender hand in Cedric's as she stepped up to face him.

Vernon discreetly took the empty seat in the front row of the pews.

Harry sighed quietly. Draco disrupted him from his thoughts by looping his arm across the back of the bench they were sitting on, brushing his back and shoulders as he did so. Harry looked over at his boyfriend and tried to smile, but he could tell the other man saw right through him.

"What's going on in that head of yours, Harry?"

Harry turned his head and moved closer so he could speak directly into his ear. "Is it sad that I'd rather be anywhere else than at my sister's wedding?"

Draco just started tracing small patterns on his back as they both tuned back into what the minister was saying.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the joining of these two people in holy matrimony…"

"Now Cedric please repeat after me: I, Cedric Diggory, take you, Rose Potter, to be my lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish until death do us part. And hereto I pledge you my faithfulness," the minister instructed.

"I, Cedric Diggory, take you, Rose Potter, to be my lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish until death do us part. And hereto I pledge you my faithfulness," Cedric recited smoothly, not tearing his eyes away from Rose.

Grinning, he slid the absolutely gorgeous ring onto the bride's finger.

"Rose, please repeat after me: I, Rose Potter, take you, Cedric Diggory, to be my lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do us part. And hereto I pledge you my faithfulness."

Rose smiled softly before she echoed the minister. "I, Rose Potter, take you, Cedric Diggory, to be my lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do us part. And hereto I pledge you my faithfulness."

She smiled again as she slid the matching ring onto Cedric's hand.

"With the power vested in me I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Cedric leaned forward and brushed his lips against her smooth lips. The contact was brief and left him craving more. She grinned at him as the couple turned to face their guests.

"I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Cedric Diggory."

The newly wedded couple walked back down the aisle, followed by the wedding party, Vernon and Petunia. The whole group exited the chapel and headed into the beautiful hall that had been set up for the reception.


The wedding reception was in full swing by the time Draco, Harry, his reporters and bodyguards entered. They'd taken a few minutes to give an interview and had been approached by a few other reporters as well. While they hadn't taken the time to speak with them yet, Harry had promised an interview later in the evening or the next day. He definitely promised to send on the press release as soon as the wedding was over.

Rita and Richard went to get a few words from the happy couple for another of their articles and also lots of pictures.

It was another ten minutes before Rose grandly entered the reception hall. She had slipped upstairs to change into a different dress for the party. It was also white, but it was a beautiful knee length piece that fluttered around her when she moved. It was made for dancing in and Cedric knew it. As soon as she entered, he bowed gracefully and offered his hand. She took it and the two moved out onto the dance floor for their first dance as a married couple.

When the song ended other couples began moving onto dance floor. The quartet had started a waltz and it looked to Harry like Rita had managed to persuade Richard to dance with her.

"Harry?" Draco whispered after a few minutes of watching all the pairs dancing and smiling at the way Rita and Richard were dancing closely but obviously having an argument over something or another.

"Hmm?" Harry asked looking at the blonde with a gentle smile.

"Dance with me?" Draco said holding out his hand. Harry stared at the hand briefly before slipping his hand inside it and allowing Draco to steer them onto the dance floor. Draco put one hand on Harry's lower back they began to move. They floated around the dance floor, weaving in between the other dancers as they moved. They were hands down the best dancers on the floor and they were being noticed for it. Cameras had turned their way and people were stopping to watch.

They danced for a full three songs before Harry nodded at Draco. It was time.

As they made their way off the dance floor the couple was stopped a number of times. Some guests asked after Harry's health and others wanted to congratulate them on their dancing prowess. Many many eyes were on them when they finally walked up to the happy couple.

Harry stuck out his hand. "Congratulations Rose. Cedric, welcome to the family."

Rose glared and moved to block the views of as many people as possible. She slapped Harry's hand away from her husband's and hissed. "Family? What family? What are you doing here Harry? Didn't you take the hint yesterday that you aren't wanted? Or are you such a glutton for punishment that you'll come back like a little bitch even after Uncle Vernon put you in the hospital? It's time for you and your date to leave."

Draco grasped the hand that had been slapped and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"Well, sister dear, we had the invites so we thought we'd use them. Besides, I couldn't exactly miss my big sister's wedding now could I? It would have been a waste of time and money to have come to England all for nothing. I'm a very busy man after all. My time is precious."

Petunia made her way over to the four and just couldn't resist adding in her two cents.

"You brat. We don't want your presence ruining Rose's wedding! Leave. Just leave now and never come back. We never want to see your lying face again. How people can think that you of all people are a multi billionaire and a success I'll never know. You're just a lazy, unmotivated little freak. Unloved and unwanted by everyone."

"I'm sorry to disabuse you of something you're so set on believing, but Harry and I are happily dating and I want him very much. His fans and clients all love him as do his friends and employees. He's even become popular with your guests," he said turning to face Rose. "A lot of them have been worried about him since they heard that Vernon hurt him badly enough that he had to go to the hospital."

"You're lying. Nobody knows about that," she hissed. "I told everyone he fell."

"You might have told them that but the police and other witnesses all know what really happened. As of just before the wedding, the guests know too." Draco smirked.

"BOY! You've been spreading stories about me? What have I told you about that? When I get my hands on you..." Vernon started growling. Harry ignored his Uncle and looked at Rose again. The action so enraged Vernon that his fists began clenching and his face turned an unhealthy shade of red.

"I liked your dress. You bought it from Madam Malkin's Wedding Designs didn't you?"

"Yes. How did you know? You stalking me freak?"

"No, I wouldn't want to stalk you if you were the last person on Earth! What a horrible thought. No, I know you bought it from Madam Malkin's because I sold the design to the Madam herself a few years ago. Netted myself quite a lot of money for it too. Sold a few others to her as well before I decided I wanted to focus on other types of fashion."

"Stop lying! You're just a useless employee at Jameson Inc., not Jameson himself!"

"Oh no my darling Rose, I'm afraid he isn't lying. Harry here really does go by the alias William Jameson over in America and his clothes are to DIE for. Multi billionaire I believe too. It's really rather a shame he's so stuck on Mr. Malfoy here, I'm sure most of the American population, and quite a few others, want him just because he's so famous. I mean he was hardly more than a boy when he set up his business and now he's an extremely famous designer who is just going to go to better places in the future. Aren't I right Harry?" Rita said fluttering her long eyelashes at Harry. Harry gave her a large relieved smile.

"That you are Ms. Skeeter, that you are."

"Oh call me Rita dear. I just overheard your little argument and thought I'd investigate, with Mr. Lovegood of course." Rita reached her arm behind her and grabbed the man, tugging him roughly forwards. Vernon, who'd gone purple in the face now, looked ready to shout the roof off but Rita spoke again before he had the chance. She'd drawn out a notepad and biro and was taking notes.

"So tell me, did you really not know that William Jameson is your brother?"

"Well no we-"

"So why do you think he never told you?"

"Because he's a liar."

"He's a freak." Rita stared hard at Vernon and Petunia before standing a little straighter.

"Let's explore that shall we?" Vernon was about to bellow when Rita cut him off again. "Harry was the only one to survive that dreadful car crash. Is that why you call him a freak?"

"Yes, he should have died. My sister should be alive, not him." Petunia yelled in her high pitched voice.

"And he's gay. A disgusting gay whore!" Rita and Richard raised an eyebrow at this.

"Mrs. Dursley, how can you consider your nephew a, and I quote, "disgusting gay whore," when your own son is not only gay but is raising his illegitimate son with his boyfriend in your home?"

"Don't bring Dudley into this. He's different than the freak. He has a good job and he's a good hardworking boy. Harry," she spat, "has spent his entire life doing his level best to use his sexuality against us. What little boy actually likes cooking? Cleaning? Doing housework? MAKING CLOTHES? He's a FREAK, a freak of nature. A complete and utter freakish WHORE."

Rose cut in "he's weak, he's always been weak and he'll always be weak. Stupid Whore. He has no spine and he ruins everything he touches!"

Dudley had finally had enough and stepped in. "Harry and I are nothing alike. I, at least, like women. I may be with a man now, but I've provided an heir for the family. My boy may not have a female mother around now, but he does have two parental figures and lots of other family around! Harry really is just a freak and a whore who lets people walk all over him." Tommy, standing next to Dudley, just nodded.

Petunia stepped in again "Dudley is a great dad, just like Vernon was to him. Harry is the complete opposite. A useless layabout. A whore!"

"Really? I thought whores slept with people for money? I know for a fact that Harry employs a vastly different method to make his living..."

"That... That... That... BOY is RUDE, OBNOXIOUS AND A FREAK! HE DOESN'T DESERVE ALL THE THINGS WE'VE DONE FOR HIM! WE CLOTHED HIM, WE FED HIM, WE KEPT A ROOF OVER HIS HEAD! HE SHOULD BE GRATEFUL TO US, NOT LYING TO US!"

Harry turned on his poor excuse for a family. "Excuse me? You fed me? When was that Uncle? You didn't feed me Uncle; I fed you. You forced me to cook, to clean. I did everything in that house that a team of twenty servants is doing today. You forced me into the roles of cook, maid and butler. I didn't want to do any of that! You wouldn't buy me new clothes so I had to improvise! If I didn't let you push me around you all punished me or treated me even worse than before. I'm not weak. I'm a survivor! I didn't have time for school work because of you and I barely had time for track and playing my violin. I almost didn't survive living at your house Uncle. You know very well that your cumulative behavior pushed me to attempt suicide twice before I hit sixteen! And as for a roof over my head, you only just did that! Locking me away in the attic where it's freezing cold in winter and so hot the wood almost burns you in the summer? You're all hypocrites of the worst kind and you can't even come up with good reasons for doing what you did to me! You're just broken records spitting vitriol and hate. Sad and pitiful broken records. You're not even homophobic! You accept Dudley and Piers into your home without a negative word. You weren't even rude to Draco other than to make him stay with me in the attic and try to turn him against me! No. No Uncle, I have nothing to be grateful to you for Uncle except that living with you gave me the determination to get away from you and start my own life away from this so called family!" Harry spat out the last word like it was poison in his mouth. "

"Why you little!" Vernon stepped forwards and raised his fist. Harry was just preparing to dodge when there was a loud grunt. He looked up and saw Crabbe and Goyle holding Vernon back. He'd momentarily forgotten about his bodyguards.

"Vernon Dursley, you are under arrest for aggravated assault on Mr. Harry Potter aka Mr. William Jameson on 24 June of this year and the attempted assault of the same on 25 June. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence." Now SHUT UP Dursley."

"Thank you Greg, Vincent." Draco smiled pulling Harry to him and into a firm embrace. He glanced over at Rita who was scribbling furiously in her note pad. Harry hid his face in Draco's shoulder and gripped the blonde's back. Ron and Neville came up alongside the couple as the two PC's handcuffed the blustering man and frog-marched him down the center of the room, straight through the throng of gaping guests and out the door.

"I hate you Harry! You've ruined my wedding! You always ruin everything!" Draco glared at Rose.

"How DARE you? All Harry has ever done to you is be your brother. All he did just now was come up to wish you congratulations! You've brought this all down on yourself with your bad behavior. You couldn't even put aside your hate and enjoy your wedding day in peace. Ever since we arrived here you've been belittling Harry, insulting him and trying to turn me against him. I'm so glad that I'm not gullible enough to fall for your lies and manipulations." He grasped Harry even tighter.

"I've learned lots of things about you and this horrible family. I know all about the abuse Harry suffered, I know all about Blaise and how you slept with him and how he left Harry. I even know all about Harry's suicide attempts. How can you possibly say that he ruined your lives when he's the one who nearly died twice? Harry is lucky to have survived your care and I know full well that if you were my sister and you did this to me I wouldn't hesitate to make you suffer. Ms. Skeeter, Mr. Lovegood, I hope you are getting all of this down because I doubt we'll be having much of an interview after the party."

"Oh we've got it all down and any parts we've missed I'm sure we can get from the voice recorders later. Or other sources, I mean there are over a hundred guests here at the moment and they all seem to have camera's pointed in this direction at the moment. Not to mention the other reporters and the fact that Dursley's have servants now. I'm sure we won't need push too hard to make them spill."

"Very good. Well if you'd excuse me everyone. I'm going to take Harry away from this hell hole. I'm sure he won't miss you. And good luck with your marriage to Rose, Cedric. If you ever want to divorce the bitch just give Harry a call and I'm sure he'll help you. After all, I'm sure you didn't know all about Rose's behaviour in the past. Good day and congratulations from me as well."

Draco stalked out of the wedding reception with one arm around Harry. He piled the raven haired young man into the passenger seat of the borrowed sports car and took off. He knew now would be the best time for them to get their belongings from the Estate. Harry fell asleep against the window while they drove, excited/sad that things had gone as they had hoped but emotionally drained.

Draco was sure they'd have to meet up with Rita and Richard tomorrow but that shouldn't be a problem. After a good... massage and a peaceful night's sleep Harry should be able to face anything they could dream to throw at him.


Harry couldn't help but grin. April in Sydney was gorgeous. The day had hit a lovely twenty three degrees and he hadn't been able to resist the beach now that he had some free time. Last night had been the final show of this season's international fashion week series. He'd done something a bit crazy and had introduced a completely new collection to his line. It had totally been worth it. He'd been working on the designs ever since he and Draco had seen the Crown Jewels last year and wow. The finished clothing had turned out even better than he'd imagined. Even the memory of his top model walking the catwalk in that last piece made him mentally drool. Draco had been breathtaking and he almost hadn't made it back to the hotel room before jumping him.

Yes, last night had been a great night and now they all had an entire week to just enjoy Australia. He wanted to see a kangaroo. Maybe tomorrow... Hmm.

Laid out on a towel on the beautiful white sand, Harry watched the clouds roll by. He thought about how crazy and wonderful his life had become since the wedding.

A few days after they'd returned to New York, Harry had dragged Draco to Jameson Inc. and into the wardrobe room. He'd decked the two of them out and surprised him with a joint photo shoot that had ended up gracing the pages of Men's Vogue later that month. He, and the entire fashion world, had been so impressed with the resulting photographs that he'd automatically hired Draco on as his company's male spokesmodel. Draco had quit his job at the gym and started devoting all of his time to Harry and Jameson's.

In November, Harry had asked Draco to move in with him and that had sparked another round of media attention. The press had been all over them since last June. Right after they got back they'd been invited onto talk shows, radio shows and given a number of interviews to reporters. He'd even been approached about a book and movie deal that he was actually seriously considering.

By the end of June, the entire world had been informed of William Jameson's true identity and the reason he'd created the second identity for himself. They'd gone so far as to interview his psychiatrist. She'd called him about the reporters early on and he'd given his ok.

Harry's relationship with Draco had been a huge deal to fans and the media alike. When he'd received a supportive fan-mail letter from a name he actually recognized, Ginny Weasley, he'd cracked up and sent her a reply. He'd really liked Ron and was happy to open the lines of communication again.

Harry was so glad that they had been able to control the information stream and Draco was, at this point, just as accepted and loved as Harry was. That first video of Draco giving a fashion show at Harrods had gone viral and his photo spreads were eagerly awaited by the fans and media alike. Harry was planning on featuring him in their summer calendar this year for sure. They'd probably sell out in less than a minute. Crazy.

Nine months, it had been nine months now and their relationship was stronger than it had ever been. They balanced each other well and thoroughly enjoyed spending time together.

If Draco hadn't been around for the start of the paparazzi hunt Harry wasn't sure how he would have reacted. To Harry's chagrin and Draco's amusement, the paparazzi had started following them around, basically everywhere they went. It shouldn't have taken him by surprise that the paparazzi had finally deemed him interesting. He really really really missed his days of anonymity. They'd ended up having to hire real bodyguards just so they could go out without being swarmed.

The world-wide-press wasn't just reporting on him and Draco. They were also thoroughly enjoying dragging his so-called family and other tormentors through the mud as well. It had gotten so bad for Blaise Zabini that he'd finally broken and called Harry to apologize. Well, to apologize and ask Harry to get the press to leave him alone. Harry had rightfully told him that his apology wasn't accepted but that he'd do what he could about the reporters... Which was basically nothing. He couldn't get them to stop calling him either. He might have had an evil grin on at the time but he wouldn't admit it to anyone.

Vernon, well, he'd been arrested the day of the wedding but had gone on to bribe his way out of the charges. It was probably the worst thing he could have done for himself as it opened up a line of questions that he really didn't want the police trying to answer. When he'd successfully blocked them, a bunch of reporters had taken on the challenge and from the look of things, he was well on his way to getting arrested on much more serious criminal charges in the near future.

Petunia had been taken in for questioning a number of times in the previous months and had increased her drinking exponentially. The articles had basically ruined her social life by this point and it had taken a fatal blow the previous month when someone at the police station had leaked Vernon and her interview tapes to the BBC. They had not been flattering in the least. Their client base was leaving them for less controversial companies and their friends didn't want anything to do with child abusers.

Rose had also taken a huge hit. The video of her going off on Harry for no apparent reason had gone viral within her social circle and with the truth of her nature finally being revealed, she was being actively shunned. Harry was shocked that Cedric had chosen to stay with her through everything... He certainly wouldn't have wanted to stay married to someone like her, but to each their own. Hopefully Cedric would come to his senses soon, but Harry wasn't going to hold his breath.

Tommy and Dudley were suffering for their parts in the abuse as well. Tommy was having trouble getting away from reports of his bad behavior and Dudley was taking massive hits as the press dug into his work history and past. Dudley's son's name had been kept out of the news completely. Yet again surprising Harry, their respective partners, Sarah and Piers had decided to stay with them. The Dursley/Potter's seemed to attract like-minded people. It was a real shame. Or not? He'd found Draco after all.

He didn't want to spoil his musings by focusing on them anymore. They could all rot for all he was going to care now. He'd think about Draco. Yes. Draco. Mmm.

Life had been falling into a routine for them when, around the same time Harry asked Draco to move in with him, the man decided to apply for the position of Head of the Modelling Division of Jameson Inc. Harry had jumped at the chance to hand over those responsibilities to someone he trusted and Draco had been proving his worth ever since. The previous evening had be the culmination of months of hard work and things really couldn't have gone better. He couldn't wait to do it again.

Very few things could actually improve his mood at the moment he was in such a happy place.

"What are you thinking about that's making you grin like that?" Harry lifted his head to see Draco standing by his feet with his hands on his hips.

"Just thinking about you actually." Draco smiled and raised an eyebrow. Completely ignoring the paparazzi snapping photos of them to his left as Draco knelt down, straddling Harry's hips.

"And what about me?" Harry could feel himself blushing but smiled anyway.

"How much I love you." Draco's smile became a grin.

"I love you too."

Harry hummed in pleasure as Draco leaned down giving him a sound kiss. Harry put both his arms around Draco's neck and raised his legs slightly. Their bodies pressed flat against each other as he pulled Draco down on top of him. They kissed heatedly not worrying about the clicking of cameras until Harry noticed their aroused states. Pulling out of the kiss Harry caught his breath as Draco kissed his neck.

"Dray? Draco the cameras."

"Well I'm not stopping just for them." Harry squirmed.

"Never said you had to but… but can we go… in the… bloody hell. The sea Dray. Let's go into the sea."

"Oh fine." Draco stood up quickly and pulled Harry up with him. At a run, Draco pulled the shorter man after him and they ran straight into the rolling waves. They swam out to the little dock/island that the hotel had built and climbed aboard. There were lounge chairs and umbrellas for guests to use, but most important to the pair, there were low walls that provided them some privacy from the masses.

Forty minutes later Harry and Draco headed back in and as they walked towards their belongings Draco stopped and lifted Harry's hand. Looking directly at a camera Draco kissed Harry's wrist where Harry's scar was before turning the hand over to kiss the new ring on Harry's ring finger. Harry merely laughed and smiled brightly at the cameras offering them a small wave.

The headlines the next day read: 'The Man Who Lived and Loved.'


The End


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