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Blue Eyed Dragon	By : PrincessLizzie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Notes: Okay! So I know y'all are either about to kill me or you've forgotten about me and if it's the first, I'm really, REALLY sorry!! This next part is really hard for me to write so here's the deal: Chapter Eighteen is the first part of their reception. Chapter Nineteen will be the last part and will include Draco and Narcissa's heart-to-heart. Many, MANY thanks to Sarah for the idea for this chapter!!

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Harry and Draco Flooed back to The Burrow before their guests. As soon as Draco stepped out of the fire place, he was enveloped in Harry�s arms and lips. The blond gladly and willingly kissed his new husband and only bulled back for lack of oxygen. �Have you gotten over your shock from this morning, My Love?� Harry asked breathlessly. Draco only nodded. The Gryffindor kissed his Slytherin�s nose affectionately. �Good. We should get downstairs. We have all night to ourselves.�

�I know we should but that outfit is driving me mad with lust for you.� Harry chuckled. �That�s why you wore it, isn�t it! Just to tease me!� Draco accused.

�That�s not the only reason! That was just...� Harry chose his next words carefully, �a bonus to it all!� Draco rolled his eyes at his husband before he took the brunette�s hand and led him towards the door.

***

For so few people, the applause was overly loud. Harry gripped Draco�s hand tighter, uncomfortable with all the attention. Draco gave his husband�s hand a reassuring squeeze and led him towards the buffet. He was starving and he knew Harry had to be, too.

Tom Latrella started the music right away and everyone seemed to relax a bit. Just before they reached the buffet, both Harry and Draco were pulled into rib-crushing hugs. By the silky, platinum hair, Harry knew instantly who was hugging him and he wrapped his arms around his mother and grandmother-in-law. Once they pulled back, Draco took his hand again. �Mum. Grandmother, this is My Harry,� he stated as if they�d only just begun dating, rather than just gotten married.

Harry just smiled, though, and took each woman�s hand and kissed the back of it. Draco�s grandmother looked like she was about to burst at the seams with happiness at the display of old-fashioned manners. �It�s nice to finally meet you both,� he greeted.

�The pleasure is all mine,� replied Narcissa. �I�ve waited since your fifth year to meet the boy Draco was smitten over.�

�Fifth year?� Harry gaped at Draco.

�I think Mum is exaggerating a bit,� Draco stated dryly, glaring at the woman in question.

�Honestly Draco! Do you really believe that? Harry was all you talked about! Your father may have bought your hatred for him but I saw the passion in your eyes that you tried so hard to hid away.� Draco looked shocked.

�But...no...I mean yes but...no!� he stammered. Harry laughed and placed a chaste, light kiss on his husband�s cheek. The blond mock glared at his husband and mother. �I don�t think I�m wanted here anymore.� He offered his arm to his grandmother. �May I escort you to lunch, Grandmother?� The older woman smiled and took her grandson�s elbow gently.

�Of course.�

Harry and Narcissa laughed as Harry offered her his arm as well.

Before they knew it, a butter knife was tapping against the side of a glass and Ron was standing up. �I�m not good at this kind of stuff,� he started, �but I�m told that it�s tradition, so here goes. Harry was my first, real friend. It�s sad to say but he�d fit right in with any group of Hufflepuff�s any day.� Some people chuckled politely, Hermione swatted her husband�s thigh and Draco out-right laughed. �Everyone here knows about our...erm...'adventures' at school and at home but what you don�t know is how Harry�s and Hermione�s friendship and intelligence (more polite laughter) kept us all alive. I was along for the ride most of the time but Harry always made me feel like I was needed and vital to all of the life-threatening situations we found ourselves in. And for that, I love him like my own brother. So on that note:

�May love and laughter light your days and warm your heart and home. May good and faithful friends be yours wherever you may roam. May peace and plenty bless your world with joy that long endures, and may all of life�s passing seasons bring the best to you and yours. May God be with you and bless you, may you see your children�s children. May you be poor in misfortune, rich in blessings, and may you know nothing but happiness from this day forward.� Their guests applauded, many with tears in their eyes, as Harry pulled Ron into a rib-crushing, bear hug.

After everyone had settled back down, to everyone�s surprise, Severus stood up and raised his glass. �May you always have walls for the wind, a roof for the rain, tea beside the fire, laughter to cheer you, those you love near you, and all that your heart may desire. May you love in peace without weeping, may your joy outline the lives of those you touch without ceasing, and may your love fill the world by angelic wings tenderly beating.� Draco gave his godfather an appreciative smile, fearing being hexed into oblivion if he hugged him like his mother and grandmother were doing. Then he nudged his husband.

�While we have their attention, we should probably cut the cake,� he suggested. Harry nodded and they walked over to the three tier, chocolate cake. When Draco saw miniature versions of himself and Harry zipping around on Firebolts, he laughed and then addressed their guests. �Both Harry and I would like to thank you all. Not only for being here today but for everything you�ve ever done and for the support you gave us, both individually and as a couple. It means the world to us that we get to share our day with the people we consider our family.� The two men took the butcher�s knife from the table and made the first slice into their wedding cake as they shared a kiss.

Draco placed the first slice onto a plate, broke a piece off with his fingers and held it up to Harry�s mouth. Harry took the offered cake, and Draco�s fingers, into his mouth. He sucked on the blond�s fingers suggestively for a second before pulling away and grinning at his husband�s lust-darkened eyes and tinged cheeks. Then he offered Draco a piece of their wedding cake and after his fingers had been sensually sucked clean, Harry dipped his index finger back into the icing and put it on the tip of Draco�s nose. The blond looked at Harry, mortified. �What?� Harry asked innocently.

�You just put frosting on my nose,� Draco stated flatly. Harry shrugged.

�I figured that was better than the usual custom...�

�I know I�m going to regret this but: what might that be?� Harry grinned mischievously.

�This.� He took Draco�s hand (which was still holding the plate with their slice of cake), and pushed it up into Draco�s face. Everyone cheered while Draco just stood there at a loss for words. When Harry�s lips twitched as he tried to hold in his laughter, Draco lost it.

�Oh you�re gonna get it, Potter,� he growled as he took a fistful from the bottom tier of the cake.

�That�s Potter-Malfoy now,� he corrected, trying to distract Draco from the wedding cake in his hand. For his efforts, said cake was smashed into his face. Harry feigned shock as he grabbed another handful of cake to throw at his husband. It�s too bad no one else is going to get to taste this, he thought semi-regretfully as he launched it at Draco. His heart stopped when, as if in slow motion, Draco ducked out of the way and hit Draco�s grandmother square in the face.

Everything and everyone around them seemed to freeze. Harry was about to start babbling out an apology when the old woman spoke. �I am much too old and dignified to participate in such child�s play.� She politely began to clean the icing off with her napkin. Harry felt as if he wanted to cry. �Narcissa,� she said as she turned to her daughter, �do it for me.�

Narcissa stifled a giggle and said, �Yes, Mother,� as she took a piece of cauliflower and flung it at Harry. The brunette looked mortified as the vegetable hit him in the forehead. Draco burst out laughing. �Are you going to let her get away with that?� Draco asked. Harry looked at him as if he�d grown three heads.

�You�re not going to defend my honor?�

�Nope,� he said simply. �It was your piece of cake that hit Grandmother so you have to deal with the consequences.�

�Fine then!� He picked up a potato and threw it at his mother-in-law just as Draco tossed a piece of cake at Ron, who was laughing particularly hard.

Ron stopped laughing suddenly. �Harry, I love you like a brother,� he stated calmly, �but your husband is gonna get it.� With that, a full-fledged food fight broke out. Pieces of cake, vegetables, potatoes and meat flew across the room, sometimes hitting their intended target, but most of the time not.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Ginning dive under the table to save her dress from the madness and, before he was pegged in the cheek with a roasted potato, he wondered what the bowl of pudding she was holding was for.

***

�I don�t know if I want to-� Ginny stopped in the middle of her sentence as a carrot zoomed by her ear. She squeaked. �Eep!� She grabbed the bowl of chocolate pudding off of the buffet and dove under the table. I�ll show them what a real food fight is like, she claimed to herself as she settled down and wondered which of her brothers was going to walk by first.

She didn�t have to wait long. Only a minute had passed since she had climbed under the table when she spotted a pair of legs headed straight towards her. George! She thought gleefully. She carefully poked her head out from under the table cloth and threw the pudding with all of her might at her brother. As soon as she did, she regretted it.

***

Harry continued to fling food in every direction and at everyone. He turned around to throw something back at Fleur and he froze. He saw Ginny crawling out from under the table she�d sought refuge under with a gleam in her eyes that rivaled Dumbledore�s and the bowl of pudding being pulled back in preparation for it to be thrown. He tried to call out to stop her, but before he could even open his mouth, Severus Snape was covered in the gooey dessert.

Ginny�s jaw dropped as well as the glass bowl, and everyone stopped mid-throw. Snape seemed to be seething: his back was straight, his hands were clenched into tight fists at his sides (his right one gripping his wand) and his head was held high but Harry had no doubts that he was sending Ginny a deadly glare down his nose.

�Mrs. Longbottom!� he boomed. In an instant, Ginny was in front of her former professor.

�I�m so sorry, Sir! I thought you were my brother! Really! If I could just go get my wand I could-�

�I�m quite aware that a simple cleaning spell will suffice,� he interrupted her. �However, if you insist on throwing desserts at people, might I suggest using a dessert that they actually enjoy?� As the Potions Master raised his wand, Ginny flinched. When she opened her eyes a full second later, she squeaked again at the overly-large, lime green Jello mold (complete with bits of fruit!) that was hanging over her head.

Ginny turned as fast as she could and darted towards the door to try and escape the inevitable. Just as her hand touched the door knob, though, the Jello dropped straight down onto her head, lodging the chunks of fruit into her red (and now gooey) hair.

Once again, everyone froze at the next sound to pass over Severus Snape�s, resident greasy, snarky git of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry�s, lips. Is that...laughter? Harry mused to himself. He looked at his husband in confusion but the blond just shrugged.

Author's Notes: Again, Thomas Latrella is a real person whose name I borrowed.

Ron's and Sev's speeches are each two traditional Irish toasts (there are 4 smushed in there total). The first one is the traditional Irish wedding toast and the other three I just really, really liked.

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