Here we are, at the end of this story :( Next time I think I should pick a song with more lines. jk I want to thank you all SO MUCH for your support! You all just make me so happy! Especially those of you who have been reading my stories from when I first started here.

rileygar25- even though I PM'd you, I thought I'd answer here in case someone else felt the same way. I purposely made the scene in which Harry tops Draco to be less graphic. Draco is making a huge emotional connection with Harry, and realizing that all he tries to convey to Harry during lovemaking is getting through.

Serena-Fair- according to my research, Rose is born sometime in 2005, so it's her that Hermione is expecting. I try to be epilogue compliant where I can

Princessmelodina- I don't know if I'd call this last chapter an epilogue. It takes place roughly eight months after chapter 14. If inspiration strikes me, I my add an epilogue down the road-one that shows them years into the future

Kisa167- I, too, prefer SubHarry. But I like when Draco finally gives up control and shows his vulnerability once in a while.

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I hope this lives up to your expectations!

Day Five Hundred Twenty-Seven, Monday

Harry walked in the door to 12 Grimmauld Place and tossed his wand on the small entrance table. It had been quite a while since he came home in such a foul mood. After an exhausting couple of weeks, one of the Death Eaters he had worked hard to capture and build a case against, finally stood trial. Because of a bargain struck with the Ministry, most of the charges were dropped and the man would probably spend less than a year behind bars.

It was only Monday, but more than any Monday he could remember, Harry needed a drink. Or four. He walked into the drawing room to retrieve a bottle of firewhiskey to start the pity party.

The sight that greeted him instantly lifted his mood.

Draco was asleep on the sofa, his head back, mouth open and snoring, in the most dignified manner, of course. On his chest was an open book turned over. And on his lap, leaning against his shoulder was a sleeping eight year old boy.

Harry stood watching Teddy slowly rise and fall with Draco's chest. He was due to pick up the boy on Friday from Andromeda, but Draco must have picked him up for some reason. Quickly and quietly, Harry went to get his camera.

He smiled as he took several shots.

This one is definitely going on the mantle, he thought.

Deciding that he didn't feel like drinking any more, Harry grabbed his wand and disapparated to Diagon Alley to pick up supper from one of the cafes. Teddy's favorite was roast pork and glazed carrots from Pete's place. He also stopped at a bakery to get chocolate chip biscuits- Harry's favorites. He was just about to leave when he realized that he didn't get anything special for Draco. Stopping in Honeydukes, he bought licorice wands, which were Draco's sweet of choice. Teddy, of course would sample it all.

When Harry returned, Teddy and Draco were awake and, as Harry saw it, trying very hard not to look as though they'd been asleep.

"Oh, Harry, are you just getting home?" Draco asked, stifling a yawn.

"I brought supper," Harry answered, ignoring Draco's question. "Not that I'm complaining, but why is Teddy here tonight? I thought I was supposed to pick him up Friday. Did Andromeda cut their holiday short?"

He walked to the boy and leaned down to give him a hug and a kiss on the top of his head.

"This is a nice surprise."

Teddy giggled. "You're not supposed to know."

"I'm not supposed to know what?" Harry asked.

"About the surprise," Teddy replied.

Harry looked to Draco. "What surprise?" he asked warily.

"Nice going short stuff," Draco nudged Teddy.

"Draco? What's going on?" Harry asked.

"Honestly, Harry, you are the only person I know who forgets his own birthday."

He had completely forgotten. Harry supposed too many years of horrible birthdays and worse birthday presents led him to place little to no importance on the day.

Harry laughed. "I did forget. I've been busy. But, now that I remember, what are you two up to?"

"I'll be right back." Teddy jumped off Draco's lap and ran up the stairs to his bedroom.

"He made you a present," Draco said. He stood and straightened out his sleep wrinkled clothing as best he could. He walked to Harry and gave him a gentle kiss. "You'll get yours from me later." He winked. He ran a finger from Harry's throat down into his open collar.

Just then, Teddy came bounding back down with a package sloppily wrapped in old newspaper.

"Happy birthday Harry," the boy grinned.

"Should I open it now? Or should we eat first?"

"Now," Teddy jumped up and down.

Harry sat in his comfy chair and began carefully unwrapping the gift.

"No, no. Rip it open!" Teddy urged him.

Complying, Harry soon uncovered a ceramic mug painted in bright colors with childlike drawings of a snake on one side and a lion on the other. In between them was a boy with blue hair, looking remarkably like Teddy himself.

"Did you make this?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Teddy sat up straighter, quite proud of himself. "Draco took me to a muggle place where you can paint all kinds of stuff. It was really fun."

"You didn't do this with magic?"

"Nope. I painted it all by myself."

"I love it," Harry said. "Thank you. This is about the best birthday gift I've ever gotten." He hugged the boy closely. "I love you, Teddy bear," Harry smiled.

The child looked up at him. His resemblance to Remus made Harry a bit sad at times. But he was so grateful to have the boy in his life, if he couldn't have Tonks and Remus themselves.

The three of them went down to the kitchen to eat the pork and carrots, and some bread Molly had given them a few days prior.

"You didn't have to bring home supper," Draco said, biting into a carrot. "Teddy and I planned to go to Pierre's and pick up your favorite stew."

"We have a cake, too. Do you really like your gift, Harry?" Teddy asked as he chewed.

"You shouldn't talk with your mouth full," Draco admonished in a fatherly tone.

"I love it, Teddy. Thank you again. I think I'll take it to work so everyone can see it."

Teddy sat up a little straighter and gave Draco a scowl. "Ha," he said. "I told you it's better than your present."

"How can you say that? He hasn't gotten my present yet," Draco argued. He was always easily sucked in by Teddy's teasing.

"He can't even take yours with him. When are you going to give it to him?"

Harry blushed, thinking about what Draco said earlier about his gift. He didn't think Teddy could possibly know what Draco had implied earlier. Could he?

"Right after supper," Draco answered.

"I'll take my shower while you do it."

"Draco!" Harry cried. "What did you tell him?"

"For Merlin's sake Harry. What do you think we're talking about?"

"I, uh, not what I thought, I guess."

"No. I should think not," Draco rolled his eyes.

"I still think mine is better," Teddy said, obliviously.

They finished their supper and Teddy went upstairs to shower. Harry and Draco poured themselves two glasses of wine and retired to the drawing room.

Draco took Harry's wine and placed it on the buffet. Unexpectedly, he took Harry in his arms and began to suck on his bottom lip. He backed him against the wall and pressed his hips into Harry's.

"Now I can finally give you my gift," Draco purred.

"Here? You can't be serious?"

"It has to be in here," the blond laughed. He pulled away from Harry, who frowned, confused.

With a sweeping arm gesture, Draco announced, "The tapestry is finally finished."

Still frowning, Harry looked at Draco. "The tapestry has been finished for months."

True, they had commissioned a witch specializing in the restoration of antiques, such as the tapestry, to replace the names that had been burned out. Draco had consulted his mother on the missing names and dates. They also had the witch add names, such as Tonks and her father, as well as Remus Lupin and Teddy. The tapestry had been cleaned and restored so well, Harry actually became fond of it.

"Take another look," Draco told him.

Harry shook his head. It looked the same as it had the last time he looked at it. He was about to give up and ask Draco what was different when he finally noticed.

Harry's own name was embroidered on the tapestry, next to Draco's and joined by a double line. Another line connected their names to Teddy's, which was, of course, also connected to Tonks and Remus' names.

"You had my name put on there?" Harry ran his fingers over the newly added embroidery. "But Drake, those lines are only for people who are married."

"I know." Draco slowly sunk down on one knee and gazed up at Harry. "Will you marry me?"

Harry stood speechless.

"The Church of England won't let us get married, but the Ministry will. Or we can have a civil muggle ceremony," Draco continued. "And as one of Teddy's last remaining blood relatives, I can easily adopt him. I mean, we can adopt him."

Tears began to well up in Harry's eyes. He knew Draco was committed to him, but he never seemed the marrying type. And though he had caught Draco in the role of doting father often enough, Draco always downplayed his actions.

"I'm sorry I don't have a ring," Draco continued. "I thought we should pick them out together." He regarded Harry with a tentative smile on his face.

Looking at the tapestry again, Harry said, "I don't know what to say."

"The answer I'm looking for is yes," Draco prodded. "Unless you've gotten another offer you're considering." He laughed.

"No," Harry replied. "I mean, yes. I mean no, I'm not considering another offer. And yes, I'll marry you."

Draco stood and wrapped his arms around Harry. They held onto each other, as if everything they felt for one another could be conveyed in that one embrace.

Teddy bounded down the stairs and rushed into the drawing room.

"Ugh," he said when he saw Harry and Draco kiss.

"Hm, I think your Uncle Ron is rubbing off on you," Harry said.

"He doesn't like that mushy stuff either," Teddy informed him. "So? What did he say? What did he say?" He tugged at Draco's shirt.

"He said 'yes', of course."

"You talked to Teddy about it before asking me?" Harry questioned.

"Well, it's customary to ask the father for permission, but since that wasn't possible, I went to the next best source of authority," Draco joked. Teddy puffed out his chest with pride. "It affects him as much as us. I had to be sure that Teddy would be happy with me as his father as well."

Teddy's chest deflated. "Why wouldn't I?" he asked, confused. "I love you. I'm the luckiest kid. I get to have two dads." Teddy skipped away toward the kitchen, calling out, "Can I have a biscuit Harry? I know you bought some."

Draco stood with his breath caught in his throat, trying to blink away tears.

"All this time I thought he merely tolerated me because I was with you."

"I knew you'd win him over," Harry said. "How could he not love you. You're a wonderful father to him."

"I never thought I'd be a father to anyone," Draco confessed. "I think I've gotten the better gift on your birthday. Thank you for not giving up on me. When I think about what I almost lost . . ."

"Sh." Harry put his index finger up to Draco's lips. "Everything has worked out just the way it was meant to."

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

Day Six Hundred Eight, Friday

The guests at the small gathering watched as Draco and Harry danced their first dance as a married couple. As far as the muggle world was concerned, they were nothing of the sort. But, they spent less and less time in the muggle world, except for the occasional trip to Starbucks, as the wizarding world had slowly come to accept that people change. Even Death Eaters. And heroes. The Ministry had allowed the couple to marry and adopt Teddy as their own, together.

It was a beautifully clear October night. Hermione was misty eyed as her heart was filled with joy for her oldest and dearest friend, and her newest dear friend. It was amazing to her that she now thought of Draco Malfoy as a dear friend.

"He looks happy," Hermione remarked as she clutched baby Rose close to her. "I've never seen him smile so much."

"Yeah, he does," Ron agreed. "Who'd have thought? I guess I was wrong. I was sure he was going to pull something on Harry. On all of us."

She turned to him. "Who are you talking about? I'm talking about Harry."

"Oh. Uh, yeah. Me too," Ron backpedaled.

A smile grew on Hermione's face. "Don't tell me you've developed a soft spot for Draco."

"No. Of course not." Ron gave Hermione a sideways glance. "Fine. I'll admit that he's been good for Harry and Teddy. But I wouldn't go so far as to say I've gone soft."

Ron was only willing to give so much. Though he and Draco could actually spend time in the same room together, and occasionally collaborated on cases Ron was working on, Ron wouldn't exactly call them friends. Not yet. But he no longer harbored the ill feelings he felt for years. Draco's sarcasm still put Ron off, even though Harry kept assuring him that Draco meant no harm. It didn't help that Hermione found his wit incomparable, especially when it was directed at her husband.

"All right," Hermione grinned. "I won't call you soft." She wiggled her eyebrows. Then she dropped the smile and took Ron's hand.

"I know it's been difficult for you. And you've handled yourself beautifully."

"No more than you. Or Harry," Ron began to protest.

"Yes. And you know it. His family and yours have a much longer history than either of us. You've had to get over generations of hate." She leaned forward and kissed him gently. "I love you."

"Am I interrupting?"

Hermione and Ron looked up to see Mirabelle standing above them. Hermione stood and gave her a quick hug around the sleeping four month old in her arms.

"So good to see you," she squealed.

"You too," Mirabelle said. "I've been so busy with the new shop."

Feeling at a disadvantage, Ron stood. He gave Mirabelle a hug as well.

"Malfoy working you too hard?" he smirked.

Mirabelle sighed dramatically. "Well, I don't have an amazing apprentice like he did. Or a cute boyfriend, to help me run the shop."

While Ron rolled his eyes, Hermione giggled.

"I take it business in Paris is brisk?" Hermione asked.

"It's very different than here," Mirabelle answered. "I've been trying to convince Draco to move his shop to Diagon Alley. I think he'd do even better now that he's become more readily accepted. Respectable wizards are still wary about traveling in Knockturn Alley."

"I'm plenty busy where I am," Draco's voice sounded behind them. "Mirabelle. Glad you could tear yourself away from Paris." He kissed her cheek.

"I was lucky the boss let me knock off work early," she joked. "The ceremony was beautiful. You look quite handsome."

He nodded his thanks, then turned to Hermione. "Are you certain you're okay watching Teddy this week?" He glanced at the baby.

"No. I've changed my mind. I think you'll have to take him on your honeymoon," she quipped back.

At first startled by her words, Draco began to laugh when he saw her grin. "I think you've been around me too long, Granger."

Even after over a year, and knowing she was now firmly a Weasley, Granger had become something of a pet name for her. It irked Ron, but he was determined not to show it.

"Yeah, maybe she has, Potter," Ron said. He paused a moment to let his jab sink in. "Oh, I just assumed you would take his name. Bridal tradition and all . . ."

For a strained minute, Hermione and Mirabelle gaped at Ron, while Draco narrowed his eyes. Ron wasn't sure if he should apologize or run. It seemed he was the only one unable to make witty remarks poking fun at the former Slytherin. But he stood his ground.

Suddenly Draco laughed out loud, causing Mirabelle and Hermione to relax. "How long have you been holding on to that one?" he asked Ron.

"Um," Ron shrugged. "I just thought of it."

"Well, it's about time you spoke your mind around me. I can't imagine what it's like walking on eggshells all the time."

The host at the small banquet hall called for Harry and Draco to come to the head table to cut their cake, diverting Draco's attention before Ron could say anything more.

After he left, Ron turned to Hermione. "What did he mean by that?"

"I think he meant he's glad you're finally treating him like everyone else, instead of like a poisonous snake. You always seem to be bending over backward to make sure you don't insult him or ruffle his feathers."

"Snakes don't have feathers," Ron deadpanned.

"So I mixed up my metaphors. You know what I mean."

"I thought you and Harry wanted me to be nice to him. Isn't that what you've been telling me ever since they got back together?" Ron was confused.

"Nice, yes. But you have been overly formal and polite. To the point of being generic. I was afraid you'd never be able to get past your . . . past. I thought civil awkwardness was the best you two would manage."

Ron glanced up to see Harry and Draco, with both of their hands on an ornate cake server, cut into a chocolate filled confection while the guests clapped. Harry held up a small piece for Draco to taste.

"I don't know if he and I will ever be friends the way you've become, Mione. But I'm trying for Harry's sake."

Draco grinned and picked up another piece and held it up to Harry. Then he smashed it all over Harry's face, covering him in vanilla frosting and chocolate crumbs. Harry quickly picked up another piece and did the same to Draco while he was busy laughing. Draco reached for another piece.

"Uh, oh, I'd better go break that up," Ron said and began making his way to the table.

Hermione grabbed his arm. "Ron, they're just having fun."

"I know. But at this rate, there won't be any cake left for the rest of us," he joked.

To Ron's relief, there was plenty of cake left, even after Harry and Draco smeared about a third of it all over one another. While the guests ate dessert, the happy couple left the party to begin their honeymoon. The first stop would be Paris, where Draco swore he would not check in on Mirabelle and the shop at any point. The second destination was a place neither of them had ever been, The Maldives. A small thatched cottage sitting on the turquoise water awaited them in a few days time.

But first, a quick floo trip to 12 Grimmauld Place to freshen up and grab their bags.

The second they stepped through the fireplace, Draco pounced on Harry, knocking him to the floor.

"It was all I could do not to lick you clean at the reception," he said, between kisses and licks. His fingers nimbly rid Harry of his wedding clothes.

"I think we could use a shower," Harry breathed back. He remembered purposefully sticking his cake covered hand down Draco's shirt to ensure the need. They could have Scourgified but why pass up the opportunity?

Draco followed Harry up the stairs, stripping as he went and watching the subtle sway of Harry's naked hips. By the time they reached the bath, Draco was steel hard and weeping. Harry wasted no time starting the shower and lathering up to clean, washing off his face first, then moving on to other important areas. He took a flannel and gently wiped the cake and frosting from Draco's face. His hand trailed down to the chocolate mess on his chest. And finally, he dropped the flannel to stroke his new husband.

"Don't," Draco chuckled and pushed Harry's hand away. "Or this is going to be the fastest consummation in history."

Instead, he lowered himself to his knees and took Harry into his mouth. Harry leaned his head back, under the spray of water and moaned at the feeling.

Careful not to suck too hard, Draco wanted only to give Harry pleasure, not make him cum. He intended for them to climax together for their first time as husbands.

"Draco."

He paused and looked up at Harry.

"Take me now."

Not having to be told twice, Draco rose to his feet and reversed their positions, directing Harry to the back of the shower. He lifted him slightly to a shallow shelf-like projection on the back wall. It wasn't deep enough for Harry to stay on by himself, so Draco pinned him into position with his shoulders under Harry's arms. He whispered a wandless lubricating spell he had learned during the past year and entered Harry swiftly.

Both men groaned. Now that they were engaged, Draco let his hands do the carrying while Harry wrapped his legs around his lover. Harry tended to his own cock as Draco continued to pump his hips. They kissed leisurely as they fell into a rhythm with one another. Harry couldn't guess how long they had been at it, but he was getting close.

"I'm almost there, love," he said in Draco's ear.

"Ready whenever you are," Draco replied. He'd been backing off a bit to stay his orgasm until Harry was on the verge.

"All right. I'm ready."

Draco's movements sped up, bringing him to the edge nearly instantly.

"Harry, I'm- ohhhh." Draco's climax hit him faster than he expected, but Harry was quick to follow, spewing between them.

They moaned out their orgasms until the last drop from each was expelled. Draco rested his forehead on Harry's shoulder as he slid out of Harry and lowered him to stand on the shower floor.

"I love you so much," Draco whispered.

Harry smiled. "I love you too."

He remembered a time when he would have given anything to hear those words from his lover. A time when Draco was reluctant to open up completely. He made a promise to himself never to take those words for granted, now that he heard them on a regular basis.

He supposed Draco had been right the night Harry snuck into his flat to break things off. They had both been broken, each in their own way. And they managed to fix one another.

Sometimes you get what you want, and what you need.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

The End

Another super-corny ending . . . *shrugs* what can I say?

For anyone interested in the inspiration for the beginning of this chapter, check out this link- /d50x1v2

It's adorable. And while you're at it, check out her other work on DeviantArt. She has some great Drarry!

I wasn't planning on doing an epilogue, but you never know. If the inspiration hits me . . .