Disclaimer: Nothing's changed, Harry and Pansy are still the property of J. K. Rowling. Anthony, Sydney, Audra, Stephanie, Brittany, Holly, James, any other bar or hotel staff are my own creations. All other people, places, or things, are Ms. Rowling's moneymakers.
When all their guests had gone, and the staff was cleaning up the pub, Harry and Pansy went upstairs. When they got to the top of the stairs and Harry opened the door to their apartment, he surprised her by sweeping her up in his arms and carrying her in. He set her down on her feet inside, and kissed her deeply as she laughed. He kicked the door closed and looked at her.
"Welcome home, Mrs. Potter," he said, his eyes full of love.
She reached up and touched his cheek. "That is something I will never tire of hearing. Now come, help me take my dress off."
She walked over to the bedroom, walking slowly and casting glances back over her bare shoulder as she did so. Harry chuckled and followed her to the bed. He slid his arms around her waist and kissed her shoulder as he stood behind her. "But you are simply stunning in that dress, love. What if I don't want you to take it off?"
Pansy laid her head back on his shoulder and sighed at his kisses. "Then you're going to have to be very creative, because I intend to keep you up all night long, husband mine."
"Well in that case…" Harry carefully undid the fastenings on the back of the collar and waist of the dress, and very, very carefully helped her step out of it. He turned to the dress form in the corner of the room that she had placed there the previous day, following her instructions for how to hang the dress properly. It took almost fifteen minutes for him to do so, and he wondered why she had given him such detailed instructions on how it had to hang. "Pansy, is this right?" he said, turning around.
Well, that was what he intended to say. What came out was "Pansy, is th…" as his voice died in his throat. She was standing next to the bed, smiling wickedly at him. She was wearing a white corset made of satin and lace, with matching garter, stockings, and panties. She had a short, sheer robe pulled over her arms. Harry couldn't help but stare. They'd been together almost a year now, but she'd never worn anything like this. She looked just as stunning as she had in her dress, but in a different, sensual way.
Pansy watched him staring at her, and was pleased. This was exactly the effect she'd hoped to have on him. She walked over to him, one foot in front of the other, slowly, sensually. It was hard to keep from giggling at his expression, his eyes wide and his mouth open like that, but she managed. She reached up to stroke her fingers down his jaw, and gently closed his mouth. Without a word, she unbuttoned his vest and slid it back off his shoulders. When he started to raise a hand to her, she gently pushed it back down to his side. She unbuttoned his shirt, pulling the tails from his trousers, and slid it off. She knelt down and pulled his shoes off, then stood again to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his trousers. She pushed them down to the floor, leaving him only in his boxers. She slid her arms around him and leaned up to kiss him. His hands reached up to her shoulders as he kissed her back, and she gently drew him back to the bed.
He reached for his wand on the night table and waved it around the flat, all lights extinguishing but for a few candles around the bed, and then he lay down on the bed with his wife and made love to her until neither of them could stay awake any longer.
They left the building in Anthony's capable hands and took their honeymoon in Greece, as they had planned. By Harry's preference, they took in the sights and tours as Muggle tourists, and Pansy thought to herself that it was definitely a different way to see things. She had gotten used to Harry's mix of Wizard and Muggle life, and she had been surprised to find she liked it.
They walked the streets of Athens, toured the Parthenon, took photographs of the Acropolis, visited the temples of the old gods and goddesses. They when to Rhodes and toured the Colossus, and swam in the Aegean Sea.
In the evenings, they ate at small local restaurants, avoiding the crowded tourist spots. They went dancing one night, spent another walking along the warm beach under the stars. At night, they made love as if they had never done it before, every time. They spoke of their dreams and wishes as they snuggled together in bed, and their hopes for the future.
When it was time to leave, Harry took her hands in his and gazed into her eyes. "I never want this feeling to end, Pansy," he said to her. "I love you."
Pansy pulled his hands up and kissed them. "Neither do I, Harry. And I love you."
They arrived home, finding that all was well with Harry's businesses and that all their wedding gifts had been placed in the apartment for them. Pansy sighed. "I hate thank you notes," she said quietly. Harry chuckled.
"I would offer to help, but did you see the stack of paperwork Anthony left for me downstairs? It's going to take me two days to go through that. Cheeky bugger was clearly hiding most of it from me before the wedding." Harry shook his head, chuckling. "But it can wait until tomorrow."
Pansy was going through a stack of letters on the kitchen counter. "Here's a letter from mum and dad. They're asking if we will come over for dinner after we get back." She looked up at him, smiling. "Want to surprise them?"
He grinned back at her. "I like that idea."
They held hands, and Apparated to her parent's house.
Nala greeted them at the door, and let them in. "Mum, dad?" Pansy called.
"Pansy? We're in the sitting room," her mother replied. Harry and Pansy walked into the room smiling. "You're supposed to be on your honeymoon, dears. Whatever are you doing here?"
Pansy grinned and stepped over to hug her mother while Harry shook her father's hand, only to be pulled into a back slapping hug. "You said you wanted us to come over for dinner after we got back, so, we're back, and we're here for dinner," she said.
Prentice chuckled. "She has your sense of humor, dear. Harry, you're looking well. Greece agreed with you, I think."
Harry smiled as he turned to hug Kirsten. "Welcome back, Harry," she said to him.
"Thank you, mum," he said, making her smile brightly. "And dad," he said, looking at Prentice.
The young couple sat on the couch, Harry's arm around her shoulders and her hand in his. "We just wanted to surprise you, mum," Pansy said. "We had a lovely time in Greece but it's good to be home, and around family."
Prentice and Kirsten asked them questions about their honeymoon, and the newlyweds answered them and told stories about what they'd seen. The conversation continued over dinner, and afterwards, Prentice asked Harry to come into the library to go over their agreements. Kirsten and Pansy went upstairs to Pansy's old bedroom.
"Do you have enough room at Harry's to take all your books, Pansy?" Kirsten asked, as they both worked with their wands to empty the bookcases that filled an entire wall of Pansy's bedroom. and then moved on to everything else that was left. "I assume you already moved things from your apartment."
Pansy nodded. "I convinced him to expand the apartment with the same spells he used on the pub. Although we are talking about finding a house now, and renting the flat to Anthony and Sydney. I suspect that's another wedding we'll be attending in the near future."
Kirsten smiled. "That's my Pansy, always thinking ahead and seeing what others don't, or can't." She hugged her daughter. "I'm so happy for you, love," she whispered into Pansy's hair. Pansy hugged her back tightly.
"Thank you mum. I'm so very happy now, happier than I ever thought I could be." She pulled back and kissed her mother's cheek. "And now, while Harry and dad are busy talking business, let's get these boxes over to our flat."
"And so you see, I think you'd do well if you moved your investments in these companies, over to these companies. You'll get a much better return over the next ten years, although these first will provide for a better short term payout," Prentice said. Harry nodded as he looked over the documents.
"I see what you're saying, and the long term is what I am interested in. I know that right now I have a large amount of money thanks to my inheritances, but I want to ensure that all my descendants have the same or better," Harry replied. "So I'll do that when I go to Gringott's on Monday. I have to go find that box my mother mentioned in her message, and then meet with the barristers to decide how to combine these houses into one useful entity."
He sighed. "I'm going to be very busy for the next few weeks." He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, then reached for a sheet of paper and quill. He began making a list. "Dad, can you handle making the investment changes? You have the power to do that from our original agreement."
Prentice smiled with pride at this young man who was now a part of his family. "Certainly, son."
Harry looked up at the tone of his father-in-law's voice. "What?" he asked.
Prentice gripped Harry's shoulder and said warmly, "I'm just so proud of you, son. I wish I had known you sooner."
"I'd have liked that, sir," Harry said. "Especially if it had been when I was having to live with my aunt and uncle…" he trailed off as a thought occurred to him. "Wait. Where were those real estate listings?" He looked through the papers and scrolls, until he found the one he wanted.
"I need to purchase this property," he said, tapping on the paper with his finger. "I have plans for this." He grinned at Prentice. "Can it be done?"
Prentice nodded. "I'll take care of it tomorrow. The profits you'll make from selling off these investments will pay for it by themselves, so I'll do that right after. You'll be at Gringott's. Will Pansy be with you?"
Harry nodded. "Yes sir."
The older man squeezed the younger's shoulder and nodded. "Well then, I know your new wife is probably about ready to go home, so the rest of this can wait. I'll start the changes for this on Monday morning and meet you at Gringott's before lunch. Ah! Perfect timing," he said, as Pansy lightly knocked on the door.
"Ready to go home, husband?" she asked. Harry nodded and stood. He clasped Prentice's hand again, and then walked over to hug Kirsten. He took Pansy's hand then and smiled at them all. "Good night," the two of them chorused, and Apparated back home.
The next morning, Harry sat in the office going through paperwork, when he heard Anthony come in. "Anthony, can you come in here please?" he called out.
The tall young man walked in the office a few minutes later. "Yes boss?" he asked.
"Sit down, Ant," Harry said, and the man did. "As you know, now that Pansy and I are married, I will start to return to the world of magic. And that means I'm not going to be able to spend as much time here and give this business the attention it needs from an owner."
Anthony frowned. "You're not ...selling, are you, Harry?" he asked, concerned.
Harry shook his head. "Not exactly. Ant, you've been with me since the beginning, and you've been through everything with me. You helped us find each other and the love we have. You're a part of my family, Anthony. And I have been remiss far too long in acknowledging that."
He handed Anthony a stack of papers and a quill. "The places for you to sign are marked. I'm giving you a forty-nine percent partnership in the pub and hotel."
Anthony looked at Harry in shock. "You're not serious," he said.
Harry smiled. "I'm absolutely serious. You'll take over the daily responsibilities as a full partner, and you'll have my full authority to run things. I expect you'll want to promote Brittany to bar manager, and Holly to front of house manager. And, of course, you get part of the profits."
Somehow shaking off the surprise, Anthony read through the papers and signed them. "I can't begin thank you, Harry. You have no idea how much this means to me." Harry shook his head.
"I have a relatively good idea of how much, because it's how I felt when I found this place. You can make any changes you feel will enhance the place, within reason. Make it your own but I think you and I have found the right identity for this place long ago. And you can't change the name," he said, grinning.
"Wouldn't dream of it, boss….partner." Anthony said. The two men stood up and shook hands. Harry stepped out from behind the desk. "And now, I leave you to all the paperwork you thought you were going to dump on me."
Anthony looked at him and saw the mischievous grin, shook his head and sat down. "I knew you'd get me back for that, but wasn't it nice getting married and not wondering if the rum was gone?"
Harry laughed. "Well played, my friend. And now, I'm going to surprise my wife with my early return from work."
He went up the stairs, grinning.
"Pansy, love, I'm home," he said as he entered the flat.
She turned from where she was placing books into bookcases he didn't know they had, and smiled. "Made Anthony your partner already, love?"
He stared at her for a minute and then laughed, shaking his head. "Do I not have any secrets from you?"
She walked over and kissed him softly on the cheek. "You should know better than that by now, my love," she said. "But good. Now you can help me put away the books." She turned back to her task and Harry started helping. "I sent an owl to Ron and Hermione to come over for dinner tonight, and to bring Remus, Tonks, and the kids. Think you're up to a big family meal?"
"What, you don't want me to get Chris to cater it?" he said, teasing.
She whapped him in the arm with a book. "I know better. You'll love the chance to cook for everyone."
He laughed and winced. "You're right, of course."
The apartment was loud, and noisy, and full, and Harry was absolutely loving every minute of it. So was Pansy, as she, Hermione, and Tonks stood by the newly created library area and discussed the books.
Ron and Remus sat at the kitchen bar, talking to Harry while he cooked. Harry set them to chopping and peeling various vegetables, and laughed as they took their orders from him. Teddy bounced young Rose on his knee as she giggled over a photo album.
Harry stopped cooking for a moment, and looked around. The smile on his face said it all. Ron started to speak but Remus put a hand on his arm to quiet him. Ron looked at him questioningly, and Remus simply said "Family."
Harry blushed, even though he hadn't been meant to hear that, and nodded. "Exactly."