A/N: The time has come for the Easter fic to be revealed yay! I hope you all have a wonderful Easter and eat as much as chocolate and lamb as you possibly can! Also, I'm going with the idea that 1 galleon is 5 British pounds and then whatever that is in each different currency, soz for being lazy and not working it out.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the original plot and no profit is made from this.

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"Can we go?"

"What? We've been here five minutes, no we cannot go."

"But there are children, grubby children. And these robes cost me 15 galleons and do not take well to cleaning spells."

Draco and Harry were standing among the red-haired harem that were the Weasley children. There were lots; Harry couldn't even be sure he knew all of their names. Screaming erupted from each of their mouths when they noticed the two men emerging from the fireplace five minutes earlier and hadn't stopped since. Harry thought Draco would have liked the adoration, however, Draco still hadn't got over his animosity towards the Weasleys and their dominant melanin gene fully.

"Okay, we have to stay, but can we go and fine some older Weasleys and some even older wine?" Draco pleaded.

Harry sighed and made his way from the floo toward the kitchen where he knew Molly Weasley would be preparing the annual Easter feast, patting a few heads as he passed. The children giggled when he did this and then started to play 'duck, duck, goose' of their own accord. Draco followed close behind him, making sure there were not tiny feet pitter-pattering over his robes.

As soon they were in sight of the kitchen, a cheer erupted, presumably from an older, intoxicated member of the Weasley clan. Before Molly could turn around to see what the commotion was about, George wolf-whistled toward the couple.

"Harry son, you get easier on the eyes every time I see you; Draco, you really need to erase that scowl from your face before it settles there permanently."

Harry laughed, and surprisingly, Draco did too.

"I always knew you were the reason I still came to these family get-togethers George. Now do you want to get me a drink?"

With that, Draco kissed Harry on the cheek and walked off towards the garden with George, talking about the recent memorial for Fred, which was held on their birthday.

Harry was only able to watch his fiancé for a few moments before his attention was needed somewhere else.

"Harry! How lovely to see you, I'm so glad you and Draco decided to come to our little meal after all," Molly Weasley said whilst embracing Harry in one of her motherly hugs.

"You know we would never miss it Molly, you're our family," Harry said through short intakes of breathe induced by her tight hug.

Molly released Harry, looking like she was going to cry. She quickly smiled at him and ushered him into the garden so she could finish cooking. Harry looked around and saw everyone he loved: Hermione, bouncing Rose on her knee, talking to Ginny and Fleur, Draco and George bonding over their love of alcohol, Arthur attempting to erect quidditch goals with Bill, and Charlie, Ron and Ginny's husband Nicolas laughing at Teddy attempting to control his hair colour after drinking slightly too many firewhiskies. Harry chose to join the latter group, because he was in need of a strong drink.

"Harry!" Ron called as Harry walked toward him. From his slur, Harry could tell his best friend had also had too many to drink. "Come over here mate."

Harry sat down on the bench next to Nicolas, opposite to Ron and Charlie.

"You alright lads, how is everything?"

Ron answered for them all. "Everything is fine, apart from the fact you haven't got a drink mate!"

With this, Harry sensed a glass soaring over from where George was sitting with Draco at the drinks table. He turned to face the glass that was speeding through the air, about to hit his face, when it stopped just an arm's length from his head. Harry plucked the drink from the air and downed it in one, all while George and Draco stared at him wide eyed.

"I'm not called the chosen one for nothing George," Harry shouted across the garden, winking at the prankster.

"If Draco doesn't marry you soon, I might just have to Potter," George shouted back.

This made the whole garden start laughing, even little Rose and Teddy, who was laying on his back on the grass, being attacked by a garden gnome.

A few more flying drinks later, and Harry was inebriated enough to want to blow up the many gnomes that were running around the garden. George had decided to teach Teddy how to attract women so Draco was sitting by himself with his sixth glass of wine. Harry went and set next to his fiancé and placed his hand on the pale man's thigh. Draco laughed and looked into his drink.

"You really shouldn't drink in public Harry, you know what it does to you."

"Well, you're drinking and it does exactly the same to you…" Harry leaned into kiss Draco's jaw, "not long until we can go home, our new beautiful home with our beautiful bed, so I can collect my amazing Easter present you've been boasting about since Valentine's Day."

"Harry, as much as I like this 'exhibitionist' side of you, I'd rather not skip a family meal for sex."

Harry's hand wandered towards Draco's groin, "we don't have to skip it. Just eat quickly," Draco felt Harry's hand on his cock, "and hope Molly doesn't slip me any 'sober-me-up'".

After that conversation, Draco could not focus on anything other than pounding Harry into the pillows that night after he gave him his present.

Dinner went past in a blur, Draco only partially paying attention to the conversation of the table, which included little Louis asking Fleur why they celebrated Easter. Seeing the pureblood Frenchwoman hesitate, Arthur launched into the whole idea of religion and what the muggles believed in happened to Jesus Christ; not only were the children captivated by this tale, the adults – all of which, apart from Harry, Hermione and Teddy, were purebloods and did not know much about religion – also listened intently.

During dessert, Harry looked over at Draco and winked. Draco stood up; the scraping of his chair against the floor attracted the eyes of everyone in the room. The pace at which he stood up shook his already intoxicated brain.

"Er… I didn't realise the time. Harry and I must leave. I promised I'd visit my mother's house this week and she's expecting us over this evening," Draco looked at the matriarch, "thank you for such a lovely day and food. I am truly happy we'll finally be family this summer."

Molly rose from her chair and walked over to Draco. She took his hands in her own.

"Draco, you don't need a ring to be family." She embraced him, and Draco hugged her back.

Draco and Harry both said goodbye to everyone and before Harry could get out of his seat, Draco was already dragging him toward the floo. Draco grabbed a handful of powder and pulled Harry close.

"Malfoy-Potter house."

The drunk couple tumbled out of the floo and into their own home. Once Harry had regained his balance, he looked at Draco and smiled slyly.

"Lying to the in-laws so close to the wedding, god Malfoy, you're so devious." Harry licked his lips after he spoke.

"Shut it Potter, I just wanted to give you your present before I fuck you hard tonight."

With this, Draco took his partner's hand and led him upstairs to the door of one of the spare rooms.

"Draco, does wine affect your memory? This isn't our bedroom."

"Shush, close your eyes."

Harry obliged and let Draco lead him further into the room. He could smell flowers, fresh flowers.

"Happy Easter," Draco whispered into his ear.

Opening his eyes, Harry was welcomed to a beautiful sight. The medium-sized room was painted a light peach, and furnished with white wooden furniture that had silver accents. The window the right of Harry took up nearly a whole wall and was decorated with billowing white curtains. From the ceiling hung a glass chandelier, small but stunning; the light danced off of each of the droplets. And in the centre of the room was a cot. Harry eyed the small crib and looked at Draco, confused.

"I know I'm drunk, but I don't think you're pregnant."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course not you idiot. Spectaculum Domui."

Naturally Harry looked around to see if anything had changed.

"Look up."

Harry did as his lover told him and looked at the ceiling. What had been seemingly blank before now held countless pictures of people Harry vaguely recognised. He saw his mum and dad and Draco's parents, and Sirius and Tonks and the Weasleys and Abraxas and the rest of their extended family.

"Wow, wizarding Britain is very inbred. But how is this my present?"

Draco huffed and walked to end of the room opposite the window. He pointed directly up. "The deceased are surrounded by a black border, like Remus, Tonks and Sirius and the living by gold; marriage is shown through a gold vine joining the two people together and engagement through silver and children are shown through a green vine that joins the parents' portraits from the bottom," Draco explained. Harry looked at his own portrait and then at the silver vine joining him to Draco's own photo. He then looked at the empty spaces beneath and the green vines hanging off of their portraits.

"So, your present to me is a family tree?"

"Oh my god what am I marrying?" Draco had lost his patience with drunken Harry. "My present to you is that I want us to have a child, since Easter is a time of birth and whatnot."

"Oh. Oh!" Harry exclaimed. He grabbed the sides of Draco's face and kissed him passionately. "This is amazing, fucking brilliant."

Draco smiled and kissed his partner again. "Let's not taint our child's future bedroom my beloved," he whispered breathlessly into the dark-haired man's ear.

Harry did not waste time in picking Draco up and carrying him to their master bedroom. He placed him on the bed and proceeded to remove his clothes and left his underwear until last. He looked up at Draco from his position on his knees at the end of his bed for permission to take them off. Draco smiled hungrily. Harry removed the silk boxers to reveal Draco's swollen piece and sighed.

"You're so perfect Draco."

He took Draco into his hands and started pumping his fists in time to his heartbeat, which at this time, was quite fast. Draco closed his eyes and let his head roll back onto the bed. He moaned in bliss as Harry teased the end of his prick with his tongue.

"Ugh, be generous. Now please."

Harry had just about had his lips around Draco's end when the blond voiced his please. Harry laughed, his lips vibrating round Draco. He pulled completely off and kissed the tip.

"Okay my love."

In the next moment, Harry took nearly the entirety of Draco's length into his mouth and started to move his head up and down his lover's cock. Draco bucked his hips into Harry's mouth and grabbed the soft sheets of their shared bed as he felt the back of his fiancé's through against his sensitive tip.

"Harry stop, I want to make you scream and I won't be able to do that if you empty me."

Harry pulled back and stood up. He looked down where Draco was still laying naked on the bed.

"It seems that I am fully clothed."

"Wow, you're so observant," Draco snarked as he stood up to stand flush with Harry, "we're going to have to fix that."

Draco undressed Harry, kissing body parts as he went. When he was fully naked, Harry lay face down into the pillows on his knees.

"Turn over, I want to see your face when you climax. It's so beautiful."

Harry obeyed. Draco placed his left hand by Harry's right ear and let his other hand wander down Harry's body, stroking and pinching. Draco muttered something and his hand went out of Harry's sight. Harry knew what to expect next; he felt the wet touch of Draco's delicate fingers in between his cheeks. Draco outlined the hole with his index finger before pushing it past the ring of tight muscle. He pulled it in and out, speeding up each time. When he added another finger, Harry gasped as he felt his insides begging for Draco and his cock hardening. Draco added a third finger and bent his head down to suck on Harry's tender nipple.

"Draco please."

Pleading for release was something that was always present in their lovemaking but Harry's voice contained real need. Draco pulled his fingers out of Harry and lined his still-hard cock up to the stretched hole. He pushed in, slowly, not wanting to hurt Harry.

Feeling the new addition to his body, Harry screwed up his face and seeing this, Draco did not move so Harry could adjust. Harry opened his eyes and looked into Draco's soft silver irises. He let out a breath and nodded slightly. Draco pulled back so just his tip was inside and forced back in, his thighs slamming against Harry's cheeks. Draco moved his grip to Harry's hips, letting one hand pump Harry in time to Draco's own rhythm. Harry's hands grabbed the pillows that his head rested on.

It wasn't long before Harry could feel himself being pushed towards the edge.

"Draco!"

He screamed his lover's name as he came all over his own chest, leaving him panting and sweating.

"So beautiful," Draco said as he slammed into Harry hard and came inside of his fiancé. Draco rode out his orgasm and then pulled out of Harry fully and they lay beside each other, smelling of sweat and sex. They got underneath the covers and embraced through the stickiness that Harry had left behind.

"We're going to have to soundproof our door when we have children I think," Harry laughed.

Draco kissed him softly on the lips and laughed. "I wouldn't have it any other way. I love you."

"I love you too. Happy Easter."

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A/N 2: What did you think? I may have got a bit too enthusiastic with the sex bit.. Let me know! Draco's spell by the way was a straight translation of "show family" from Latin. The next instalment will (hopefully) be the Battle of Hogwarts memorial in May. I hope you all have a Happy Easter. Love you all.