Title: Some Like It Hot 4/

Author: theblackrose16

Beta: elsa_kallan

Summary: Vegas can be a dangerous place to wake up in especially when you have no memory of the night before and a brand new wedding ring on your finger.

Pairings: Harry/Greg, Hermione/Ron, Sara/Grissom

Warnings: slash and there will be Ginny bashing. Some language and mature sex scenes…hmmm… I can't think of anything else at this point will let you know.

Word Count: 2, 332

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Author's Note: Hi everyone. Just in case this story gets deleted, you can also find me at AO3 under BlackRose16

~XOX~

Chapter 4

The newly married couple spent the afternoon unpacking. They exchanged light hearted stories as they worked. Stories about their friends and teammates' antics, favourite sports teams and recent movies and books that had caught their attention.

While helping Greg to unpack, Harry noticed that he had a somewhat sparse wardrobe. Greg wasn't poor but he also didn't have much money as was evident by the small amount of belongings he had packed away in boxes. Most of the things that he had brought were sentiments items such as photo albums. Greg's apartment had included furniture so luckily they didn't need to rearrange Harry's furniture to fit Greg's things in the house.

Glancing at his watch, Harry was startled to see how late it had gotten. Just then his stomach grumbled as if to remind him that they had eaten hours ago.

"Hey, what do you say to pizza and a movie. I really don't feel like cooking still?" he asked Greg, pulling the other man's attention from one of the last boxes that he was busy unpacking.

Greg dusted his hands on his jeans and grinned. "That sounds great."

An hour later, after having washed up and having the pizza delivered, Harry and Greg sat on the sofa in the living room, boxes of pizza between them as they ate. The A-Team was playing on the flat screen before them.

"I've always loved The A-Team," Greg commented as Murdock sang 'You spin me round, baby right round' while hanging off the helicopter blade.

"Mmm," Harry smiled at him. "I didn't really watch much TV while growing up." That was the understatement of the century if he did say so himself. The only TV he had seen was when he managed to catch a glimpse of what his Aunt, Uncle or Dudley were watching and even then it had only been a glance. It was one of the things he had more than made up for when he'd come into his inheritance and gotten his family estates.

Greg sensed a story there but was unwilling to push Harry when they were enjoying themselves. He didn't want to ruin the mood but made mental note to ask at a later date.

As the movie continued, the pizza boxes found their way onto the floor. Harry lay stretched out on his back on the sofa with Greg lying sprawled on top of him. Harry's fingers were carding through Greg's hair while the other man tried to keep his eyes open, something which was becoming increasingly difficult. Giving in to the inevitable, Greg closed his eyes and sighed, burrowing further into Harry's muscled chest.

Feeling Greg's body go lax in sleep, Harry glanced down at the head tucked under his chin, a gentle smile on his face. He listened to the sound of Greg's even breathing as his mind began to wonder.

Despite having known Greg for such a short space of time, Harry felt completely comfortable with him. It was strange, especially in light of the fact that he'd been burned more than once when he'd trusted someone he shouldn't have.

The sad fact was that Harry had become cynical. In spite of the fact that he was still physically young, he was tired. He'd almost been ready to give up on dating altogether. His parents' death, Voldemort, Cedric, Sirius and most recently Ginny and her schemes had taken its toll on him.

The one thing that Harry had always craved and never quiet gotten was a family of his own. It seemed surreal and might just be jumping the gun so to speak but just maybe he might finally get that with Greg. It was like they clicked. It was easy and comfortable to talk to Greg and it didn't hurt that the sex was fucking fantastic. In a weird way, getting married in the way he had to someone he hadn't met before might have been the best thing he'd done in his life.

And on that note, it would probably be a good idea to move them to their bedroom; otherwise they'd both wake up with sore muscles and stiff necks. Careful not to wake his sleeping spouse, Harry silently and without the aid of his wand, levitated Greg off of him and to their bedroom. With barely a thought, Harry stripped them both of their clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor before settling into bed with Greg beside him. As soon as Harry lay beside him, the young CSI rolled onto his side and threw an arm and a leg over Harry in an effort to anchor the wizard to him.

The raven haired man sighed happily, turned the lights off and locked all the doors with a thought and slipped into unconsciousness.

~XOX~

Harry woke slowly. He was warm and incredibly comfortable. His body protested the mere thought of moving. He was feeling utterly lazy but Harry knew that he did need to sort some things out. Checking to make sure that Greg was still fast asleep, he called out softly, "Dobby."

"Master Harry be calling for his Dobby?"

Harry smiled. Even after all these years, Dobby was still as loyal as ever.

"I need you to go to Mr. Stryker and ask if it's possible to arrange for him to come and see me later this afternoon. I need to change some things now that I'm married."

Dobby eagerly nodded his head. "I be going right now."

"Wait, Dobby. Before you leave would you mind preparing us some breakfast and bringing it up here please. I'm feeling like having a lazy morning." Harry grinned sheepishly at his friend.

Dobby nodded happily at the request. The house elf disappeared without a sound - an improvement to the noise that he used to make when coming and going.

"Was that a house elf?" Greg's sleepy voice broke the silence.

Harry's head snapped around to look at his husband so fast that the wizard was surprised that he didn't end up with whiplash. "What? You know what a house elf is?"

"Yeah. My grandparents have one. Her name is Melly."

Harry stared down at Greg, surprised at this new development. He'd been worried about how to explain magic to his husband if - no when, he wanted to be positive - they developed deeper feelings and he felt he could truly trust Greg. This though... This would make things so much easier. He wouldn't have to lie or hide things.

"You're a wizard then?" Harry asked settling back into the bed. Without consciously thinking about it, Greg immediately turned and draped himself half over the raven haired man.

"Yeah, I'm not really good with spells though. Or potions. I can do the basic level spells but that is about it. I always did prefer Care of Magical Creatures anyway." Greg frowned in thought. "Wait now that I think about it your name sounds familiar. Harry Potter... Harry Potter... Harry Potter," he whispered under his breathing trying to place the name.

Harry watched Greg with mixed feelings. He was glad that he wouldn't have to lie or explain things but he also felt dread for when Greg placed his name. He didn't want his own husband to become weird or in awe of him due to who he was.

"Oh," the CSI exclaimed. "Wow I feel stupid now. I can't believe that I didn't put it together."

Harry winced slightly at that and braced himself for what he knew was coming next. And then Greg completely surprised him.

"What is Hogwarts like? I only went to the Salem Academy of Magic. They're quite a bit smaller than Hogwarts from what I hear."

Harry started at Greg incredulously. He could only detect genuine curiosity from his lover. It was still somewhat a novel experience. There were so few individuals that treated him like a normal person or wizard as it were.

"Hogwarts itself is beautiful. My schooling at Hogwarts though was something else entirely. I didn't not have the most normal of experiences."

Greg looked up at him with understanding but didn't comment. Instead he asked Harry to tell him about one of his favourite lessons.

"Well," Harry began slowly. "In my fourth year for the Triwizard Tournament, we had a ball. Everyone had to learn to dance. I'm friends with these twins, Fred ad George. They have made it their life's mission to pull the most epic pranks in history. Now our professors were also our dancing instructors - not cool by the way. So during one of the dancing lessons, Professor McGonagall was running late. Fred and George decide that they're gonna be helpful and take over the class until she arrives. Unfortunately their teaching method and hers were vastly different."

Greg smiled as he listened to the story and Harry's obvious happiness while retelling it.

"I'm still not sure what spell they cast - they're very protective of their pranks and how they pull them off. Anyway, they cast a spell on the entire class. Everyone's feet wouldn't stop moving. Some tried to stand still but they just looked like they had a very bad nervous twitch until they couldn't hold it any longer and then were jumping around the room. The look on McGonagall's face when she walked into the classroom and saw everyone's spastic 'dancing' and the twins laughing... it's not something that I'll forget anytime soon."

Dobby popped in shortly thereafter with their trays of breakfast. The little house elf popped back out after having been introduced to Greg.

Harry and Greg spent most of the morning in bed trading stories of their time growing up. Dobby had come back to inform them that Mr. Stryker had agreed to meet with Harry at two that afternoon. Time flew by and an hour before his lawyer was to arrive Harry sighed and heaved himself out of bed.

Greg admired the view of Harry's rear-end as his lover walked to the en suite bathroom. "I'd offer to join you but I fear that we would get distracted and then you'd be late for your meeting," he called out.

Harry's laughter echoed off the tiles. "You're coming down too, Greg. I wouldn't dream of leaving you out of all the fun of filling out paperwork."

The CSI pulled a face at the news. Filling out paperwork is not how he would have chosen to spend his time but it was obliviously important.

~XOX~

"Liam, thanks for coming on such short notice. I hope that I didn't wreck too much havoc with your schedule," Harry greeted his lawyer as the man was shown into the living room by Dobby.

Greg took a moment to study the man. Liam Stryker was of average height and build. He had dark brown hair that was sprinkled with grey. His eyes though were as sharp as a hawk's and just dared you to put a toe out of line. He was, however, smiling fondly at Harry which put Greg at ease.

"You must be Greg Sanders," Liam greeted the CSI, extending a hand towards Greg.

Greg took the offered hand, giving it a firm shake. "Nice, to meet you Mr. Stryker."

Pleasantries exchanged, Greg and Harry sat on the sofa with Liam Stryker sitting on the sofa opposite the couple.

"Dobby already informed me that the two of you recently got married - congratulations on that by the way. In light of that I've set up a standard medical and legal power of attorney, a domestic partnership for if you are in an area where your marriage is not valid as well as a last will and testimony. I've also drawn up paperwork listing Greg as your next of kin, Harry, in regards to your status as Lord of both the Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter and Black. Is there anything else that you will require?" Stryker spoke confidently.

"Wait," Greg put a hand on Harry's arm. "This is too much Harry. We don't know each other all that at all," he murmured quietly.

Harry focused all his attention on his husband. He trusted Liam not to say a word.

"Ok then. What's your favourite colour?"

Greg looked at Harry in confusion as he answered, "Blue."

"Do you squeeze the toothpaste from the middle or the bottom?"

"The bottom."

"Me too. How do you like your eggs? Poached? Sunny side up? Scrambled?"

Greg sighed. He could see what Harry was trying to do. "Sunny side up."

"I like mine scrambled. Peas or carrots?"

"Carrots."

"We're in agreement there... Greg I could go on and on. We have all the time in the world to learn these things about each other. I just want to make sure that from the beginning no one can cause us in problems," Harry explained earnestly.

Greg smiled tenderly at his lover, leaned forward and kissed Harry. It was a gentle kiss and only lasted a few seconds but it conveyed his feelings. "Thank you," he breathed before pulling back.

Harry placed a hand on Greg's knee and squeezed it. He turned his attention back to his lawyer and accepted the papers that Liam held out to him.

"How soon until these come into effect?" Harry asked paging through the documents that he'd been handed, passing them onto Greg once he'd read over them quickly.

Liam smiled at Harry. "As soon as I return to the office and file them. It's good that you're doing this now. It's a nightmare having to deal with a situation where a couple is not legally protected and you have to go against other family members. Waking a judge at two in the morning is not something that I enjoy doing."

Greg could definitely sympathize with that sentiment. "Thank you for doing all of this Mr. Stryker." The CSI took the pen that his spouse handed him and began signing on the dotted lines.

"No thanks needed and please, call me Liam."

Author's Note: I really, really apologize for the long wait but I'm back. The next chapter will be posted in the next week or so, no worries. Thank you to everyone who review, followed and favourited this story. You are who got me back to this story.