The Prince and the Slave
Part 23
Draco sat in a chair facing a mirror. Behind him stood Hermione, combing his hair. He was dressed in a dark green silk robe that came down mid-thigh. It was, in fact, all he had on. He wasn't shy with his body around Hermione. One of her duties when she was a slave was to help him bathe. But he felt his cheeks turn red at the thought of Harry seeing him like this. He was brought out of his thoughts by Hermione's voice.
"You know that it will all work out, Draco."
Draco sighed and looked down at his hands. "I know."
Hermione could tell that something was wrong. She stopped combing through his hair and turned him to face her for a moment. "What's wrong? Don't deny it, I can tell that something is troubling you. What is it?"
He looked at her a moment before sighing. "I don't know. I don't know how to feel about all this. I am just so confused. Confused and scared."
Hermione reached down and gave Draco a quick hug. For Draco to say he was scared was something. He rarely showed weakness. She turned him back around and started to comb his hair again. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Draco's eyes looked up in the mirror to look at her reflection. "I don't know what to feel. I mean, just a few months ago I was sitting in my chambers with no one to talk to but you. And now I am married, awaiting my wedding night, and to top it all off, I could very well be pregnant after tonight. It's all happening so fast."
Hermione paused mid stroke while she listened to him speak. She could understand where he was coming from. A lot had changed in such a short time. "I am sure everything will work out in the end. I can see the look in Prince Harry's eyes when he looks at you. He really does love you."
Draco looked down at his hands. "But how do I know if I love him?"
Ah ha! So that was what this was really about. Hermione thought carefully on her next words. With Draco being locked in rooms all his life he really didn't have much experience when it came to emotions and such. She brought a hand down and gave his shoulder a squeeze. "No one can really answer that for you, Draco. It is something you must find out for yourself." She went back to combing his hair. She knew it always soothed him. "What do you think you feel about him?"
Draco bit his bottom lip. "That's what I am confused about. I feel something. I mean, I do find him attractive and he was so nice to me when he thought I was nothing but a slave. And when he smiles, it makes me feel weak to my stomach. I've never felt these emotions like this. I just don't understand them. Could they mean I love him?"
Hermione paused a moment before continuing. "Like I said, Draco, it is for you to find out. But from what you told me, it does sound like you feel strongly for him. I know you, Draco. I know you love your people and would do anything for them, but I also know that if you hated Harry or knew that he was someone you could never live with, you would have found another way."
Draco sat there for a few moments, thinking over everything that Hermione had said. He was glad that she was here with him. But there was one question that he had wanted to ask. "Why are you doing all this? You are not a slave anymore."
Hermione smiled at him. "This time, I am here of my own accord. You are my best friend, Draco, and I am honored to help you on your wedding day."
Draco gave her a big smile before he started to grin. "Maybe I will help you on your wedding day, too."
Hermione turned a little red before shrugging her shoulders. "Well, you never know. Ron did say he wanted talk to me tonight."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "That was fast. I only gave you the papers today."
Hermione nodded her head. "He doesn't know about that yet. I think he was going to try a figure out a plan to get me free. It's just so sweet."
Draco suppressed a gag, but couldn't help but smile at the look on Hermione's face. She looked really happy. "I am glad to hear that, but just make sure he knows that if he ever hurts you, I am going to break him in half."
Hermione snorted. "That would be something I would like to see you do."
Draco crossed his arms and pouted. "Are you saying that I am weak?"
Hermione shook her head. "Not in the slightest, Draco. In truth, you are one of the strongest people I know. It's just when it comes to physical things, you aren't as strong as Ron. It's not your fault; you just haven't been allowed a lot of exercise when growing up. I am sure you will get stronger now, though."
Draco knew that she was right, so did not push the issue. After a moment, he felt Hermione drop his hair and looked in the mirror to see her holding a strip of silver silk. He nodded his head and watched as she pulled his hair back and secured it with the silver. "All done?"
Hermione turned the chair around again so that Draco was facing her and took a few steps back to look him over. After a moment, she let out a huge smile. "You look great, Draco. You are going to knock Harry's socks off."
Draco felt his cheeks turn red, and looked quickly into the mirror again. "You really think so?"
Hermione nodded her head. "I know so." She stood there a moment before speaking again. "Well, I have you all prepared. All that's left is for me to take the tray beside you and place it on the nightstand. Just come into the room when you are ready, Draco." She reached down and gave him another hug. "If he hurts you, let me know, and I will personally kill him."
Draco smiled and nodded his head. "You bet." He watched her leave the room. Once she left, he sat back in his chair and looked at the ceiling. Could he really do this? He had dreamed of someone making love to him. Sharing something with him that he hoped no other would. But was he sure it was Harry? Did he really have a choice like Hermione said? Deep down, he knew that he proposed the marriage because he wanted to. He didn't know if it was love, but a part of him knew that he would want to be around Harry for all of his days.
He stood up and walked over to the full length mirror across from him. He stood there a few moments, looking over his reflection from head to toe. He had to admit that Hermione did a very good job. He brought his hands to tug the silk robe down some. He still felt practically naked wearing this thing. But of course, that was the point, and it would not be on much longer. That thought made him turn beet red. After he got himself under control, he walked towards the door leading to the bedroom. Taking a deep breath, he opened it and stepped through.
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Harry was walking though the halls, moving towards his and Draco's new bedroom. It had been such a long day and he was looking forward to time spent between just him and Draco. And it wasn't just the impending sex, but he also wanted to just be able to hold Draco in his arms. But thinking about the sex part brought up his recent conversation with Sirius. He brought his hand up to rub his head. That was one conversation he could have gone without.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he stopped outside of his bedroom door. Would Draco be done getting ready and be waiting for him? He swore to himself that no matter what, he would not hurt Draco. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and stepped in. The first thing he noticed was that Draco was not in the room. He then let his eyes travel over the room itself. It was much bigger then his last room. It had two sets of furniture, most likely one for him and one for Draco. But in the middle was one of the biggest beds he had ever seen. It was a huge four poster bed with silk sheets. The blankets were pulled down halfway, and the head of the bed was covered in pillows. Along the walls of the room, there were a variety of candles that were currently lit. That and the fire place made the room glow.
He took a few more steps in the room and noticed a few doors. One he could tell was the bathroom, while the others looked to be closets. Looking down at his attire he quickly walked into the closet closest to him. Thankfully, it was his. He quickly stripped his clothes off and picked out a loose pair of pants. He pulled them up and used a string to secure them. He stepped in front of the full length mirror in the closet and took a quick look in it. The only thing he was wearing was the loose pants and the only thing keeping them up was a sting. He quickly struck a pose and brought his arms together showing off his muscles. He let out a chuckle at his antics and walked back into the main room.
He knew that Draco should be here at any moment. He looked around the room to find something to occupy his time, but was stopped by the bathroom door opening. He turned to the door, inspecting who he thought would be Draco, but was surprised to see Hermione walk in the room. Harry noticed her carrying a tray, but from the distance wasn't sure what was on it. All he could make out was a bowl and what looked like some towels. He took a few steps closer and took note that it was a few towels and a bowl of some type of liquid.
Hermione noticed that Harry was trying to figure out the contents of the bowl. She quickly walked over to the nightstand and placed the tray down on it. She then turned to look at Harry. "The bowl is full of a fine type of massage oil."
Harry nodded his head. No doubt it was for lubricant. After a moment of silence, he looked back up at Hermione. "Where's Draco at?"
Hermione motioned towards the bathroom door. "He is in the bathroom getting ready. He should be out soon."
"Okay, thank you." Harry stood there a moment waiting for Hermione to leave but was shocked when she walked up to him with a determined face. Remembering the last time he saw that face he had gotten slapped, he took a step backwards until his back hit a table. He was about to say something else when Hermione pushed her finger into his chest and spoke.
Hermione looked from where her finger was poking his chest into Harry's eyes. "If you hurt him in any way, I swear to you that I will kill you. Even if it means my own death. Is that understood?"
Harry gulped and nodded his head. "I could never intentionally hurt him."
Hermione's face took a quick transformation. She let out a big smile. "Good then. Just keep it that way." She started to walk towards the door but turned before leaving. "Have a nice night." With that, said she walked out the door.
Harry stared at the door for a few moments, partially in shock over what had just happened. But the shock quickly faded when he heard the bathroom door open again. He turned to face the door and was almost floored by the beauty in front of him.
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Draco entered the room and quietly shut the door behind him. He had his eyes fixed on the floor, but a gasp in the room caused him to look up. His first thoughts were how good Harry looked with out a shirt. He let his eyes scan Harry's body from his bare feet to his messy hair. It was when he reached Harry's head that he noticed that stare that Harry was giving him. He shifted, uncomfortable for a moment. Did he not look good enough for him? It seemed that he was unable to mask his emotion for no sooner then he started to get nervous, Harry spoke.
"You look breathtaking, Draco." Harry walked up to stand right in front of him. He brought his hand up to cup Draco's cheek. He let his thumb run over the smoothness of the cheek before leaning in and placing a small kiss on Draco's lips. He stepped back a moment before looking Draco directly in the eyes. "Draco, I want you to know that we will go as slow as you need. I don't want to hurt you."
Draco felt some of his fear leave him at this announcement. Part of him had worried that it was going to be very painful, but seeing the look on his husband's face when he said they would go slow, there was no doubt in his mind that Harry spoke the truth. He looked Harry in the eyes and gave him a smile. "Thank you."
Harry was dazzled by Draco's smile. Since his parent's death, there were few smiles that graced Draco's features. It was a treasure to see one. He brought his hand down and clasped it in one of Draco's. He led Draco over to the bed before releasing it. He then turned Draco to look directly at him. He gave him another reassuring smile before moving his hands up to Draco's hair. "Can I release it?"
Draco nodded his head. "Yeah." He then turned to face away from Harry so that he could reach the silver strip better.
Harry reached up and pulled the silver strip, letting Draco's silver hair fall around him. He brought his hand up and ran it thru the silk tresses and was pleased to hear a sigh come from Draco. "You have such fine hair, Draco." Harry pushed Draco's hair to one side and leaned down to place a series of kisses on Draco's neck. He felt Draco tilt his head to one side giving him even more access and he did not disappoint. He let his tongue slide over part of his neck before placing a small bite. He felt Draco jump a little but soothed the bite with a few more licks. After a moment of this, he was rewarded with Draco's first moan.
Smiling to himself, he brought his hands down to wrap around Draco's waist. While still kissing his neck, he slowly undid the tie that was keep Draco's robe on. Once undone he slowly parted the fabric and let his hands roam across Draco's chest. Draco gasped at the contact of the hands on his chest and arched into the touches. After a moment, Harry moved his hands away from Draco's body and stepped back.
It took a moment for Draco to realize he was no longer being touched. He turned to face Harry. He saw him looking at his chest. Taking a deep breath and knowing he needed to do it now before he lost his nerve, he brought his hands up and slipped the robe off his shoulders, letting it pool at his feet. He watched as Harry eyed him completely and he prayed that his blush was not out of control. He shifted his feet around a moment and looked down at the ground for a moment.
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It felt like the waves of pleasure lasted years, but in reality probably was only a half of a minute. He looked down at Draco and saw silver orbs meet his. He leaned down a placed a small kiss on Draco's lips. He could see the exhaustion in Draco's eyes so he quickly reached over to the nightstand for the towels. He pulled out of Draco and took a moment to wipe both of their chests. Once wiped off, Harry laid down beside Draco and put his arm around Draco's waist. He used his arm to pull Draco's body against him. Together, they laid on the bed on their side, with Harry's body spooned around Draco's. He leaned down and placed a small kiss on Draco's shoulder. "I love you."
Draco heard the words, and for the first time in months, he knew the answer to his earlier question. Part of him wondered how he didn't know before. He let a smile grace his features before responding to Harry. "I love you, too." And he really did.
TBC…
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Now for the dreaded teaser:
The king saw the look on his face. "Is something the matter Harry?"
Harry bit his lip. "No… Well yes." He let out a huff. "I haven't told Draco yet."
James was shocked. "Harry, you have known about this since before your marriage."
Harry nodded. "I know, it's just, I know he is going to take this the wrong way."
Part 23
Draco sat in a chair facing a mirror. Behind him stood Hermione, combing his hair. He was dressed in a dark green silk robe that came down mid-thigh. It was, in fact, all he had on. He wasn't shy with his body around Hermione. One of her duties when she was a slave was to help him bathe. But he felt his cheeks turn red at the thought of Harry seeing him like this. He was brought out of his thoughts by Hermione's voice.
"You know that it will all work out, Draco."
Draco sighed and looked down at his hands. "I know."
Hermione could tell that something was wrong. She stopped combing through his hair and turned him to face her for a moment. "What's wrong? Don't deny it, I can tell that something is troubling you. What is it?"
He looked at her a moment before sighing. "I don't know. I don't know how to feel about all this. I am just so confused. Confused and scared."
Hermione reached down and gave Draco a quick hug. For Draco to say he was scared was something. He rarely showed weakness. She turned him back around and started to comb his hair again. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Draco's eyes looked up in the mirror to look at her reflection. "I don't know what to feel. I mean, just a few months ago I was sitting in my chambers with no one to talk to but you. And now I am married, awaiting my wedding night, and to top it all off, I could very well be pregnant after tonight. It's all happening so fast."
Hermione paused mid stroke while she listened to him speak. She could understand where he was coming from. A lot had changed in such a short time. "I am sure everything will work out in the end. I can see the look in Prince Harry's eyes when he looks at you. He really does love you."
Draco looked down at his hands. "But how do I know if I love him?"
Ah ha! So that was what this was really about. Hermione thought carefully on her next words. With Draco being locked in rooms all his life he really didn't have much experience when it came to emotions and such. She brought a hand down and gave his shoulder a squeeze. "No one can really answer that for you, Draco. It is something you must find out for yourself." She went back to combing his hair. She knew it always soothed him. "What do you think you feel about him?"
Draco bit his bottom lip. "That's what I am confused about. I feel something. I mean, I do find him attractive and he was so nice to me when he thought I was nothing but a slave. And when he smiles, it makes me feel weak to my stomach. I've never felt these emotions like this. I just don't understand them. Could they mean I love him?"
Hermione paused a moment before continuing. "Like I said, Draco, it is for you to find out. But from what you told me, it does sound like you feel strongly for him. I know you, Draco. I know you love your people and would do anything for them, but I also know that if you hated Harry or knew that he was someone you could never live with, you would have found another way."
Draco sat there for a few moments, thinking over everything that Hermione had said. He was glad that she was here with him. But there was one question that he had wanted to ask. "Why are you doing all this? You are not a slave anymore."
Hermione smiled at him. "This time, I am here of my own accord. You are my best friend, Draco, and I am honored to help you on your wedding day."
Draco gave her a big smile before he started to grin. "Maybe I will help you on your wedding day, too."
Hermione turned a little red before shrugging her shoulders. "Well, you never know. Ron did say he wanted talk to me tonight."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "That was fast. I only gave you the papers today."
Hermione nodded her head. "He doesn't know about that yet. I think he was going to try a figure out a plan to get me free. It's just so sweet."
Draco suppressed a gag, but couldn't help but smile at the look on Hermione's face. She looked really happy. "I am glad to hear that, but just make sure he knows that if he ever hurts you, I am going to break him in half."
Hermione snorted. "That would be something I would like to see you do."
Draco crossed his arms and pouted. "Are you saying that I am weak?"
Hermione shook her head. "Not in the slightest, Draco. In truth, you are one of the strongest people I know. It's just when it comes to physical things, you aren't as strong as Ron. It's not your fault; you just haven't been allowed a lot of exercise when growing up. I am sure you will get stronger now, though."
Draco knew that she was right, so did not push the issue. After a moment, he felt Hermione drop his hair and looked in the mirror to see her holding a strip of silver silk. He nodded his head and watched as she pulled his hair back and secured it with the silver. "All done?"
Hermione turned the chair around again so that Draco was facing her and took a few steps back to look him over. After a moment, she let out a huge smile. "You look great, Draco. You are going to knock Harry's socks off."
Draco felt his cheeks turn red, and looked quickly into the mirror again. "You really think so?"
Hermione nodded her head. "I know so." She stood there a moment before speaking again. "Well, I have you all prepared. All that's left is for me to take the tray beside you and place it on the nightstand. Just come into the room when you are ready, Draco." She reached down and gave him another hug. "If he hurts you, let me know, and I will personally kill him."
Draco smiled and nodded his head. "You bet." He watched her leave the room. Once she left, he sat back in his chair and looked at the ceiling. Could he really do this? He had dreamed of someone making love to him. Sharing something with him that he hoped no other would. But was he sure it was Harry? Did he really have a choice like Hermione said? Deep down, he knew that he proposed the marriage because he wanted to. He didn't know if it was love, but a part of him knew that he would want to be around Harry for all of his days.
He stood up and walked over to the full length mirror across from him. He stood there a few moments, looking over his reflection from head to toe. He had to admit that Hermione did a very good job. He brought his hands to tug the silk robe down some. He still felt practically naked wearing this thing. But of course, that was the point, and it would not be on much longer. That thought made him turn beet red. After he got himself under control, he walked towards the door leading to the bedroom. Taking a deep breath, he opened it and stepped through.
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Harry was walking though the halls, moving towards his and Draco's new bedroom. It had been such a long day and he was looking forward to time spent between just him and Draco. And it wasn't just the impending sex, but he also wanted to just be able to hold Draco in his arms. But thinking about the sex part brought up his recent conversation with Sirius. He brought his hand up to rub his head. That was one conversation he could have gone without.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he stopped outside of his bedroom door. Would Draco be done getting ready and be waiting for him? He swore to himself that no matter what, he would not hurt Draco. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and stepped in. The first thing he noticed was that Draco was not in the room. He then let his eyes travel over the room itself. It was much bigger then his last room. It had two sets of furniture, most likely one for him and one for Draco. But in the middle was one of the biggest beds he had ever seen. It was a huge four poster bed with silk sheets. The blankets were pulled down halfway, and the head of the bed was covered in pillows. Along the walls of the room, there were a variety of candles that were currently lit. That and the fire place made the room glow.
He took a few more steps in the room and noticed a few doors. One he could tell was the bathroom, while the others looked to be closets. Looking down at his attire he quickly walked into the closet closest to him. Thankfully, it was his. He quickly stripped his clothes off and picked out a loose pair of pants. He pulled them up and used a string to secure them. He stepped in front of the full length mirror in the closet and took a quick look in it. The only thing he was wearing was the loose pants and the only thing keeping them up was a sting. He quickly struck a pose and brought his arms together showing off his muscles. He let out a chuckle at his antics and walked back into the main room.
He knew that Draco should be here at any moment. He looked around the room to find something to occupy his time, but was stopped by the bathroom door opening. He turned to the door, inspecting who he thought would be Draco, but was surprised to see Hermione walk in the room. Harry noticed her carrying a tray, but from the distance wasn't sure what was on it. All he could make out was a bowl and what looked like some towels. He took a few steps closer and took note that it was a few towels and a bowl of some type of liquid.
Hermione noticed that Harry was trying to figure out the contents of the bowl. She quickly walked over to the nightstand and placed the tray down on it. She then turned to look at Harry. "The bowl is full of a fine type of massage oil."
Harry nodded his head. No doubt it was for lubricant. After a moment of silence, he looked back up at Hermione. "Where's Draco at?"
Hermione motioned towards the bathroom door. "He is in the bathroom getting ready. He should be out soon."
"Okay, thank you." Harry stood there a moment waiting for Hermione to leave but was shocked when she walked up to him with a determined face. Remembering the last time he saw that face he had gotten slapped, he took a step backwards until his back hit a table. He was about to say something else when Hermione pushed her finger into his chest and spoke.
Hermione looked from where her finger was poking his chest into Harry's eyes. "If you hurt him in any way, I swear to you that I will kill you. Even if it means my own death. Is that understood?"
Harry gulped and nodded his head. "I could never intentionally hurt him."
Hermione's face took a quick transformation. She let out a big smile. "Good then. Just keep it that way." She started to walk towards the door but turned before leaving. "Have a nice night." With that, said she walked out the door.
Harry stared at the door for a few moments, partially in shock over what had just happened. But the shock quickly faded when he heard the bathroom door open again. He turned to face the door and was almost floored by the beauty in front of him.
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Draco entered the room and quietly shut the door behind him. He had his eyes fixed on the floor, but a gasp in the room caused him to look up. His first thoughts were how good Harry looked with out a shirt. He let his eyes scan Harry's body from his bare feet to his messy hair. It was when he reached Harry's head that he noticed that stare that Harry was giving him. He shifted, uncomfortable for a moment. Did he not look good enough for him? It seemed that he was unable to mask his emotion for no sooner then he started to get nervous, Harry spoke.
"You look breathtaking, Draco." Harry walked up to stand right in front of him. He brought his hand up to cup Draco's cheek. He let his thumb run over the smoothness of the cheek before leaning in and placing a small kiss on Draco's lips. He stepped back a moment before looking Draco directly in the eyes. "Draco, I want you to know that we will go as slow as you need. I don't want to hurt you."
Draco felt some of his fear leave him at this announcement. Part of him had worried that it was going to be very painful, but seeing the look on his husband's face when he said they would go slow, there was no doubt in his mind that Harry spoke the truth. He looked Harry in the eyes and gave him a smile. "Thank you."
Harry was dazzled by Draco's smile. Since his parent's death, there were few smiles that graced Draco's features. It was a treasure to see one. He brought his hand down and clasped it in one of Draco's. He led Draco over to the bed before releasing it. He then turned Draco to look directly at him. He gave him another reassuring smile before moving his hands up to Draco's hair. "Can I release it?"
Draco nodded his head. "Yeah." He then turned to face away from Harry so that he could reach the silver strip better.
Harry reached up and pulled the silver strip, letting Draco's silver hair fall around him. He brought his hand up and ran it thru the silk tresses and was pleased to hear a sigh come from Draco. "You have such fine hair, Draco." Harry pushed Draco's hair to one side and leaned down to place a series of kisses on Draco's neck. He felt Draco tilt his head to one side giving him even more access and he did not disappoint. He let his tongue slide over part of his neck before placing a small bite. He felt Draco jump a little but soothed the bite with a few more licks. After a moment of this, he was rewarded with Draco's first moan.
Smiling to himself, he brought his hands down to wrap around Draco's waist. While still kissing his neck, he slowly undid the tie that was keep Draco's robe on. Once undone he slowly parted the fabric and let his hands roam across Draco's chest. Draco gasped at the contact of the hands on his chest and arched into the touches. After a moment, Harry moved his hands away from Draco's body and stepped back.
It took a moment for Draco to realize he was no longer being touched. He turned to face Harry. He saw him looking at his chest. Taking a deep breath and knowing he needed to do it now before he lost his nerve, he brought his hands up and slipped the robe off his shoulders, letting it pool at his feet. He watched as Harry eyed him completely and he prayed that his blush was not out of control. He shifted his feet around a moment and looked down at the ground for a moment.
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It felt like the waves of pleasure lasted years, but in reality probably was only a half of a minute. He looked down at Draco and saw silver orbs meet his. He leaned down a placed a small kiss on Draco's lips. He could see the exhaustion in Draco's eyes so he quickly reached over to the nightstand for the towels. He pulled out of Draco and took a moment to wipe both of their chests. Once wiped off, Harry laid down beside Draco and put his arm around Draco's waist. He used his arm to pull Draco's body against him. Together, they laid on the bed on their side, with Harry's body spooned around Draco's. He leaned down and placed a small kiss on Draco's shoulder. "I love you."
Draco heard the words, and for the first time in months, he knew the answer to his earlier question. Part of him wondered how he didn't know before. He let a smile grace his features before responding to Harry. "I love you, too." And he really did.
TBC…
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Now for the dreaded teaser:
The king saw the look on his face. "Is something the matter Harry?"
Harry bit his lip. "No… Well yes." He let out a huff. "I haven't told Draco yet."
James was shocked. "Harry, you have known about this since before your marriage."
Harry nodded. "I know, it's just, I know he is going to take this the wrong way."