"Where are the soft drinks? You did buy juice and shit, right?"

Harry dropped the fifth attempt to tie the thin black tie Draco bought him and headed to the kitchen. There, Draco was standing on a stool, facing the cupboards, every single one of them open.

"Obviously. All the drinks are already in the garden. Why are you so worried?" Harry offered him a hand, which Draco ignored in favour of clutching his shoulder while he was getting off the stool. Just as Harry, he was wearing black trousers and a white shirt.

"Do we have to wear ties?" Harry grumbled. "The bloody thing is winning, Draco."

"Here," Draco waved his wand at Harry's tie, and the silky fabric put itself in a nice knot.

"That's cheating," Harry muttered. "Thanks."

Draco grinned and closed all the cupboards in one go.

"Why were you looking for the drinks again?"

"Oh. Because I caught Irvin with wine, that's why."

Harry closed his eyes for a second, exasperated.

"Of course you did."

"And this is your responsibility, might I add. Should I tell on you?"

"Thanks for helping. I am rapidly approaching a Molly Weasley state of mind, you know. I have thought of buying that clock that shows you where everyone is."

"Or you could choose the Blacks' state of mind and curse the wine cellar."

Harry snorted.

"I'll keep that in mind."

Draco shifted uncomfortably.

"Merlin I can't wait to change back into jeans. I forgot how tight formalwear is."

"I like the way you look, for the record."

Draco raised an eyebrow.

"I want to hear all about it, but not right now. Let's go find Annalise."

"Are you still hoping she'll give in and accept a non-Beatles song for the first dance?"

Draco sighed in the most dramatic way possible.

"Don't remind me I'm going to have to sing it."

They made their way through the house, full of guests Harry didn't quite know, and upstairs to the room where Annalise was getting ready. In the doorway, they almost bumped into Ruth.

"You're here," she said grimly, "Perfect. She's all yours."

Harry glanced at Draco and entered the room.

"Hey Annalise, ready for the big day?"

She was standing in front of a big mirror, poking her dress with her wand.

"It's too sparkly," she complained. "I didn't want it to be sparkly, but I guess it's what the charm does."

"I think it looks fantastic," Draco offered. "Yeah, it's sparkly, but it's cloudy outside, so it's going to look fine."

"What does Finn think?" Harry asked.

"I didn't ask him. He'll say I look great. Useless," Annalise wrinkled her nose and poked her dress again. "Damn I'm shiny."

Draco cast Harry a heavy look.

"We'll get Iris. Maybe she knows the right spell," he said and dragged Harry out of the room.

"You know, I'm surprised she chose a white dress," Harry said, following Draco downstairs and into the garden. "She's always complaining about traditions."

"I think she likes some traditions. Not that she'd ever admit it… Ah, there she is."

Draco spotted Iris by one of the tables and instructed her to go and help Annalise. Harry, meanwhile, made sure that there were soft drinks on each table. He tried to find Irvin, too, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"All right, I have to go set up the instruments," Draco sighed. "Wish me luck. And patience."

Harry leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth.

"I'll be thoroughly enjoying your suffering. The clothes and the singing."

"Hate you."

"Love you too," Harry replied automatically, before freezing up. It was the first time he said it out loud. Tense, he gazed at Draco, who bit his lip in surprise, then slowly smiled.

"I love you too, idiot."

He turned his back to Harry and made his way to the corner of the garden, near the improvised altar, where Tony had installed the stage. Harry smiled happily as he watched Draco plug in cables and check the amplification charms.

"Well, that was fast," he heard a voice behind him, and turned to see Hermione.

"I feel a bit too included in your intimate moments, mate," Ron added, hand on Hermione's shoulder, playing with her hair.

"Fuck off," Harry grinned. "I'm happy. Let me be."

"And I'm happy for you," Ron shot a sly look at Hermione and lowered his voice. "I suppose it's a good time to announce that we're engaged."

"WHAT?" Harry yelped, instantly regretting it as several heads turned in their direction. "Really?"

"As real as it gets," Hermione nodded. "Don't tell anyone though, I wouldn't want to steal the thunder."

"I'll make sure I keep a few bottles of wine so we can celebrate properly. Unless Irvin drinks it all. Have you seen him?"

Hermione snorted.

"Nope. Is he giving you a hard time?"

"Not really. Just enough to keep me nice and ready for action."

They chatted a bit more until the music started and Annalise appeared from the house.

Harry wrapped his arm around Hermione's shoulders and listened to a way less sparkly Annalise and a very happy looking Finn promise to love each other despite it all.

"It's nice to believe that we can be like this one day," he heard Ron whisper to Hermione. They stood in silence for some time and watched Finn and Annalise dance to Something.

"What about you, mate?" Ron asked. "Are you into weddings at all?"

Harry didn't answer. He looked at Draco, at his hands on the microphone, as he was pouring his soul into a song Harry knew for a fact he absolutely hated. Maybe one day… Maybe.

THE END