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Harry Potter, Porn Star	By : ReverieWilde Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21811 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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〪o 〫O〬 o〭

It was late August, 2005. Diagon Alley was alive with students and their parents, shopping for the annual trip to Hogwarts as usual. Draco stood outside the Humble Pie bakery holding a tray of samples for passersby. None of them really needed samples, as most visitors to Diagon Alley made it a point to stop for some of Draco and Harry’s now famous pastries.

Hermione and Ron had come by that morning to help celebrate the five year anniversary.

“Hi Uncle Dwaco,” the small red haired girl in Hermione’s arms said as they approached.

“Hello, Miss Rose. Biscuit?” He smiled and held out the tray. Rose Weasley, like her father, took two. “Harry’s in back today. He wanted to try out something new for the anniversary.”

“Do you need help with the registers?” Hermione asked.

“No, we’re fine. Abigail is with us full time now and we just hired Gwaelin’s sister. Not to mention Ginny stopped by earlier as well. It slows down after one o’clock anyway.”

“I don’t know how you manage to stock all these cases everyday,” Hermione said. “I was nervous that the expansion would hurt business.”

“Businesses have to grow, Mione,” Ron pointed out, shoving a chocolate biscuit into his mouth. “They couldn’t keep up with orders before. Twice as big and this place is still packed.” He jerked a thumb toward the kitchen. “I’m gonna go see Harry a minute.”

“I’m so proud of you both,” Hermione smiled at Draco. “You’ve come a long way.” She meant specifically him, but it applied to both he and Harry, she supposed.

He rubbed Rose’s head. “You two have been fairly productive yourselves.”

“Yes, we have.” Hermione glanced around before whispering, “We’ll be making another announcement soon.”

Draco’s gaze immediately fell upon her belly. He hugged her, trying not to smush Rose in the process.

“What about you two? Are you ever going to expand beyond the bakery?”

“Hermione, even you must realize that’s physically impossible,” he smirked. “Besides, we care for Teddy regularly.”

“That’s not the same,” Hermione scoffed. “Teddy is only Harry’s Godson.”

“And my cousin,” Draco reminded her. “Well, second cousin or something-or-other.”

“Don’t you want a baby of your own?”

“Mine? No,” he answered matter-of-factly. “I have no intentions of ever passing along the Malfoy genes.”

Hermione set Rose down to skip about the bakery. “Draco, you’ve become a fine man.”

“Thank you, but I still don’t intend to procreate.”

“What about Harry? He loves children. He’s so good with Teddy,” Hermione pressed. “You both are.”

Draco smiled. “You’re campaigning hard.”

“I just want you two to be happy.”

“We are, Hermione. And I adore being an uncle.” He looked to Rose who was spinning around until she landed flat on her bum. “I just love her,” he said gently, then cleared his throat. “But I’m as much of a baby as Harry and I can handle right now,” he joked as if trying to cover up his soft side.

Rose ran to Hermione and tugged on the hem of her shirt. “Mowe biscuit please,” she grinned.

“No more biscuits Rose,” Hermione said as Draco was handing her another one. She snickered at Draco. “On second thought . . . “ Hermione laughed.

“Oi, Mione!” George called out. “I didn’t know you were going to be here. Is Ron here too?”

“He went back to see Harry. What have you got there?”

“Oh, just a little something Harry wanted to try,” George winked. He walked back to the kitchen.

“What was that about?” Hermione wondered aloud.

“If George and Harry are involved, it can’t be good,” Draco replied.

A short time later, Ron came out of the kitchen with a small plate in his hand and a fork in his mouth. George and Harry followed closely behind.

“Hermione, you’ve got to try this banoffee pie Harry made.” He held up a forkful to her lips.

A look of panic came over Hermione’s face as she put her hand to cover her mouth and began running for the loo.

“Oh, shit. I forgot,” Ron berated himself. “She can’t take the smell of bananas. Or fish, or bangers, or milk.” He rolled his eyes.

“Looks like you’ll be making that announcement sooner than you thought,” Draco said to Ron.

“She told you?”

“Looks like you won’t be needing that potion tonight,” George laughed.

Draco raised an eyebrow.

“Bloody hell,” Ron pouted. “May as well fill up on sweets, then. Rose, honey,” he called. “Stop spinning. You’ll make yourself sick.” He sighed. “The last thing I need is two sick birds in the house.”

Hermione came out of the loo looking white as a sheet. Ron rushed to her side and led her to a chair.

“We should get you home,” he suggested. “Are you up for apparating?”

“Yes, I’m fine. But you take Rose.”

“All right.” Ron slumped. “Guess we’re going. We still on for next week?” The five of them, plus George’s wife, Angelina, along with Ginny and Clive, got together every other Saturday for supper. He looked to Hermione. “I suppose we ought to play it by ear, then. Say goodbye, Rose,” he said picking up the ginger child.

“Bye Uncle Gawge. Bye Uncle Hawy.” She leaned over and held out her arms for a hug. “Bye Uncle Dwaco.” He obliged her willingly.

The small Weasley family disapparated.

“Oi, how do rate, Draco? I’m the only real uncle here,” George complained.

“Yes, but I give her chocolate biscuits.”

“Ironically, that’s how he won Ron over as well,” Harry laughed.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

Draco lay on his back, gazing up at Harry. The carpet beneath his bum was beginning to chafe it as Harry’s movements ground him against it.

“Oh, I’m gonna cum again,” Harry said, breathlessly bouncing up and down on Draco’s cock. Draco’s grasp on Harry’s own hardened appendage tightened and the pace quickened.

“Come on, Harry,” Draco whispered.

Bringing himself almost to a halt, Harry suddenly began spewing cum, in a lovely shade of royal blue, onto Draco’s chest.

Settling down from his climax, Harry smirked. “Looks good on you.” He returned to his earlier actions to get Draco off.

Before long, Draco was groaning through his own ejaculation. Harry slipped off, allowing the generous amount of cum to drip out onto Draco’s belly.

“Purple?” Draco shook his head. “Fuckin’ George. Why did you let him do that?”

“I think it’s brilliant.” Harry leaned down and kissed Draco passionately, their mouths working together in perfect sync. Harry pulled back. “Dra?” he chuckled. “I’m still hard.”

“Me too,” Draco murmured. “Lie down.”

Harry complied, feeling just as horny as he had when they’d started, hours ago. Whispering another lubricating spell, Draco entered him again. He held Harry’s knees to his shoulders, practically folding him in half, and thrust into him again and again. Harry’s hand was a flurry of movement on his own cock.

“Harder,” Harry ordered through gritted teeth. “Fuck me harder. Faster. Faster!”

Changing position, Draco straightened his legs and went up on his toes, using all of his weight to pound into Harry. With every push, Draco grunted, jarring Harry’s body until he released one final time.

“Yes! Ah, fuck, yes!” Harry screamed. This time the thick cream was an emerald green to match his eyes.

Draco waited patiently (almost) for Harry to ride out his orgasm before changing position yet again. He pulled Harry’s legs down and got down on one bent knee using his other leg to hold Harry in place. Moments later, with sweat dripping from his brow, Draco was ready.

“I’m gonna . . .”

“Wait, I want to see,” Harry told him.

Draco pulled out just in time to dribble on Harry’s already cum covered abdomen. Finally sated and flaccid, Harry rested his arms behind his head to watch his lover. He couldn’t decide which sight was more pleasurable-- the bright pink jizz oozing out of Draco’s beautiful cock, or the look of ecstasy on his face. His eyes were closed, his hair slick with sweat, his mouth in an O, while high pitched whines escaped.

He stayed in position, panting and slowly opened his eyes. “Bloody hell, that was-- pink?! What the fuck?”

Harry chuckled. “It’s pretty.”

“You look like a damned Jackson Pollock,” Draco told him.

Harry looked down on his body. There were at least five different colors splashed across him from head to crotch. Draco himself had three. He smiled.

“But four was just too many. I’m fucking exhausted. But that last one was the best.” Harry winked. “I’ll have to tell George to cut back on the potion, though,” he laughed.

“And next time, not to give me all the girly colors.”

Draco looked down on Harry. After five years, he was still the hottest thing Draco had ever seen. On impulse, taking advantage of his position on bended knee, he took Harry’s hand.

“Harry? Marry me.”

“You can’t be serious,” Harry frowned. “You’re asking me this while I’m sitting here covered in dried up multicolored spunk. That is not a story you can tell your family and friends.”

Draco smirked.

“And besides, we still can’t legally marry.”

“I know.”

Harry sat up and brushed the wet hair from Draco’s forehead. “I don’t need a piece of paper to say I’m yours. I’m yours. I’ll always be yours. Why all of a sudden would you bring it up?”

Draco shrugged. “Pansy owled me. She’s getting hitched to that bloke from Durmstrang.”

“Draco,” Harry sighed. “Are you feeling left out?”

Feeling a bit foolish, Draco shrugged again. “Don’t you want what everyone else has?”

“We do, love. Some silly ceremony isn’t going to change anything. I’ll wager we’re more committed than most couples.”

“I suppose,” Draco replied.

“We have everything we need-- a place to live together, a thriving business, Teddy twice a week, great friends and family. What more do you need?”

“Nothing,” Draco answered. “You’re right. I guess I was feeling a bit jealous of Pansy,” he said sheepishly.

“What’s to be jealous of? Can she cum in colors?” Harry gave Draco a quick kiss, then stood up. He held out his hand. “Come on, we desperately need to get cleaned up.” He paused and pulled Draco close to himself. "I love you, you know."

"Love you too."

They showered and went to bed, much later than usual. But the next day, or rather, later that morning, was Monday and the bakery shop would be closed. Draco was looking forward to sleeping in.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

At half-nine, Draco finally stirred. He hadn’t slept so late since he and Harry had taken their last vacation four months ago. Stretching completely across the bed, he realized that Harry was already up. A note lay on his pillow in his stead.

D-

I had some errands to run. Meet me at the cafe for brunch at ten. The one with the blue umbrellas.

-H

Having showered in the early morning hours, Draco didn’t bother before dressing. His hair, however, rivaled Harry’s that morning, so he re-wet it combed it into place. Before walking out the door, he checked himself in the mirror one last time. Harry was right, he did look good in royal blue. He thought his eyes weren’t as dull grey and his hair appeared even lighter.

The day was cloudy but every so often, the sun peaked out warming Draco’s face as he strolled down the Alley toward the cafe. Passersby nodded, and even smiled occasionally. After five years, his reputation was finally of his own making. Being with Harry helped. But the Wizarding world had accepted that he was no Death Eater and never really was.

He spotted Harry sitting at a small round table outside the cafe, sipping tea. Draco slowed his pace, taking a moment to observe him. Harry had taken to wearing his hair shorter and his glasses were long gone. Mainly at Hermione’s urging that vision correction spells had greatly improved. Draco was actually fond of the glasses, but he had to admit, gazing into Harry’s eyes unobstructed was preferable.

Harry waved as Draco approached.

“I took the liberty of ordering a fry up for you,” Harry smiled as Draco sat down across from him.

“Good. I’m famished,” Draco leered. Usually, he was one to chastise Harry for choosing unhealthy foods. Harry was pleased that he didn’t complain. “So what errands did you have to run?”

“Among other things, I went to see George about that potion.” Harry nonchalantly poured out tea for Draco. A light blush momentarily took over Draco’s face at the mention of the potion. “He’s going to make some adjustments. I told him we would definitely test the next batch.” Harry winked at Draco, who tried to suppress his grin, but couldn’t. He hid it behind his tea cup.

“What else did you do?”

“Oh, I’ll show you.” Harry stood and fished a small box out of his trouser pocket. Instead of sitting back down, though, he knelt down on one knee before Draco and handed him the box.

Tentatively taking the box, Draco swallowed audibly.

Harry took a deep breath. “Draco, we’ve been to Hell and back, together. Somehow, always together. I didn’t think I would ever be as content and at peace as I am now. And I will do anything to make you as happy as you’ve made me. I love you.” He paused, his heart pounding. “Draco, will you marry me?”

Draco blinked, dumbstruck, considering their conversation the previous night.

“But, you said . . . “

“I was wrong. I want everyone to know you’re mine. And I’m yours. Forever, as long as you’ll have me.”

Blinking again, but this time to hold back tears, Draco opened the box. Inside was a brushed two-tone titanium band with a wide black stripe through the middle. It was as elegant as Draco himself. He gazed at it, still dumbstruck.

“Is it too plain?” Harry asked, unsure. “I knew you wouldn’t want to wear anything that would get in the way at the shop. I could get one with diamonds if you prefer.”

“It’s perfect. It’s exactly what I would have chosen. Harry, I . . . “ Draco struggled to compose himself. “But you know we can’t really get married.”

Harry smiled. “I know. But asking you to commit to a civil partnership with me didn’t have quite the same ring to it.”

“But that’s only in the muggle world.”

“The Ministry is about to pass a similar law as well. Legally, it will be like marriage. Most of the same advantages.”

By this time, patrons of the cafe as well a few bystanders paused to spy on the proposal. Draco became self-consciously aware that they were being observed.

“Harry, you can get up,” Draco quietly urged.

Harry shook his head slowly. “You haven’t given me an answer.”

Grinning like a mischievous green clabbert, Draco gave his answer. “Yes. Of course. I love you.”

They fell into one another’s arms and kissed. Applause rang out around them, but they were oblivious as they continued to snog. Eventually breaking away, they embraced, and Draco thought he caught site of someone who looked like Hermione. Suddenly, he felt something clinging to his leg. He looked down to see little Rose, beaming up at him.

Before Draco knew it, they were surrounded by all the youngest Weasleys, receiving pats on the back and squeezes of congratulations.

“Harry, that was beautiful,” Hermione hugged him fiercely while wiping her eyes.

“You called all of them?” Draco questioned.

Laughing, Harry replied. “Only for advice. They all insisted on being here.”

“Wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” Angelina said.

The proprietor of the cafe, along with two other waitresses, brought out tray after tray of bacon, eggs, black and white puddings, baked beans, eggy bread and sausages, and placed them on another, larger table.

“Come. Eat,” the proprietor said.

“Oliver, I didn’t order this much food,” Harry protested.

“A group this large needs a lot of food,” the owner replied. “On the house.”

“No, we can’t accept this,” Harry insisted.

“Nonsense,” Oliver said. “You’ve just given me the best advertisement I could have asked for. Mine is the only place that can claim Harry Potter got engaged here! And to the best baker in the Alley, no less.” He laughed heartily and puffed out his chest proudly. “Please, sit.” He held out a chair for Angelina, who did as she was told.

George sat next to her, and Ron next to him. Giving in, Harry, Draco, Ginny and Hermione took their places as well. Rose made sure to sit next to Draco.

They began to pass food around as Rose watched curiously.

“Mama, what’s congatcha nation?”

Hermione stifled her giggle. “It’s congratulations,” she said slowly. “And it’s what you say to someone when something good happens to them.”

“What happened to Uncle Dwaco and Uncle Hawy?”

“They’re going to get married,” Hermione answered excitedly.

Rose turned to Draco, with a very serious look on her face. “I thought you wewe going to mawy me?”

“I would, Miss Rose, but you’re much too beautiful for an old man like me.”

She thought a moment, then shrugged. “Okay. But can I help you pick out you dwess?”

The table burst out laughing at Draco’s expense. He, however, kept his composure. “I’m quite certain she meant dress robes.”

Gasping suddenly, Hermione startled Harry. “You must get married at the Burrow. It’s a Weasley tradition.”

“Mione, I’m not a Weasley.”

“Better not let Mum hear you say that,” Ginny quipped. “You may not have red hair, but you’re a Weasley just the same.”

Harry gave Draco a sideways glance. “We’ll find a nice place, Mione. I’m sure Draco’s family has--”

“I’d love to have it at the Burrow,” Draco interrupted.

“Then it’s settled,” Ron said. “Once Mum finds out, she won’t let you have it anywhere else anyway, mate. It’s been two years since Ginny and Clive’s wedding. I think Mum’s itchin’ to have another shindig.” He shoved a large bite of eggy bread into his mouth.

Harry leaned over and whispered into Draco’s ear, “What about your mother? She won’t be happy about that, will she? I mean, won’t there be certain expectations?”

“Mother has had to lower her expectations over the years. She married a shop keeper with no social connections and no power in the Ministry for Merlin’s sake. And frankly, after the disappointment of knowing I would never be marrying a girl and carrying on the Malfoy name, what difference is it going to make where the ceremony is?”

“I thought your mother accepted us.”

“She does. But that doesn’t mean she refrains from reminding me that she doesn’t have grandchildren.” Draco rolled his eyes. “Besides, it’s Father I’m worried about. He’s up for another hearing soon. He could be released from Azkaban early.”

“Don’t be worried,” Harry reassured him. “He won’t be able to get anywhere near the Burrow.”

“No, it’s not that. He won’t want to be there. I’m worried about Mother. He took her dissolution of their marriage . . . poorly.” He indulged in a bit of self pity regarding the fall of his family, just for a moment, then snapped out of it. “I don’t want any of that to ruin our moment.” He kissed Harry’s cheek.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

Harry and Draco had to wait a full nine months by the time the Ministry had finalized the new laws regarding same sex wizarding couples. They had legal rights to one another’s property, but they could not be bound magically. Some healers claimed that binding was essentially an unbreakable vow, which could be performed between parties of any sex. But in regards to marriage binding, the original vow was not completely compatible with parties of the same sex, and therefor, dangerous. At first, Gays and Lesbians in the wizarding community protested. But in the end, they were happy merely to be recognized.

The following June, Harry and Draco had their ceremony, at the Burrow. Molly was in her glory, once again. Ron and Hermione, with newborn Hugo in her arms, stood up for Harry, while Blaise and Pansy served as attendants for Draco. Teddy carried the rings, but refused to be called a ring bearer, which, in his opinion implied he was a little boy. Instead, Harry named him a junior usher, as he was a very grown up eight years old. Rose was the most distracted flower girl Draco had ever seen. It took her a full five minutes to make her way down the aisle, scattering the petals which with she shared a name. At one point she sat down on a chair and began talking to Andromeda. Ron finally had to walk part way down the aisle to retrieve her.

Harry and Draco merely chuckled at her, walking down the aisle together, hand in hand. Harry dressed in a charcoal grey suit and waistcoat with a silver tie, knowing Draco loved the combination with Harry’s eyes.

Draco opted for the trademark black he always wore when he was younger. Since getting together with Harry, his clothing color palette had expanded greatly. However, he still favored black for formal attire. Harry let out a small gasp when first catching sight of Draco that day.

The ceremony itself proceeded smoothly, once Rose settled in her place. Teddy performed his duty well, passing the rings at the appropriate time. Despite his overall appearance of calm, Draco’s hands trembled slightly as he slipped the ring on Harry’s finger. Echoing Draco’s ring, it was yellow gold with a white gold stripe along the center.

When the Ministry Officiant pronounced them legally bound, and encouraged them to kiss, the guest cheered and applauded. Molly wasted no time removing the disillusionment charm, bringing the food and drink into view.

Narcissa kissed her son’s cheek lightly. “Congratulations, darling.”

“Thank you, Mother.” Draco held out his hand to his step father. “Bert, thank you for coming.”

In stark contrast to his father, Bert’s demeanor was warm and open. “Congratulations my boy. I’ve never been to such a . . . unique ceremony.”

Draco smirked. “I suppose not.”

“Draco, dear,” Narcissa began. “Bert and I will be traveling to France at the end of the month. I’ll owl you when we get there, in case you need to get in touch with me.”

“All right. Business or pleasure?”

“A bit of both,” Bert answered. “There’s a wizard there that wants to partner up with my shop. I thought we could stay a few extra days as long as we were going.”

Draco smiled as he noticed his mother watching Bert as he talked. To the unpracticed eye, she appeared to be the same cool woman she had always been. But Draco saw the subtle twinkle of her eyes and the faint smile she had for her second husband. He was gratified knowing she was happy.

Suddenly, Teddy came running from seemingly nowhere and hid behind Draco.

“Hide me,” Teddy begged. “She won’t leave me alone!”

“Who won’t leave you alone?” Draco questioned, feeling a bit protective of the boy.

Just then, Bert, who was more than a bit wider than Draco stepped next to him and pulled Teddy behind himself. And in the nick of time. Victoire Weasley stopped in front of the group, out of breath.

“Have you seen Teddy?” she asked.

They all shrugged, and she marched away, unhappy that he got away from her.

“Looks like you have an admirer,” Draco observed. He ruffed up his hair. “Maybe she likes all that thick black hair and green eyes,” he laughed.

“Then I’m changing it,” Teddy scowled. He glanced up at Draco and his hair changed to platinum blond, his eyes a clear light grey.

Narcissa gasped as she looked between the boy and her son. “I never really noticed the family resemblance before.”

“You’re right, Cissy. If Draco looked a little older, he could pass for the boy’s father,” Bert agreed.

Draco looked at Teddy. He was shocked to find that they were right. Teddy usually emulated Harry’s appearance when they were all together, and so most of the time, Draco forgot that Teddy was actually his blood relative.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

At almost two in the morning, the last of the guests had gone and all remnants of the party were finally cleaned up. Harry and Draco retired to the usual room reserved for them in the Burrow.

“As worn out as I am, I can’t let this evening end without a shag,” Harry said as he plopped himself on the bed next to Draco.

Draco rolled over onto his stomach and spread his still clothed legs. “All right. Have at it. Just don’t keep me up.”

Harry hit him with a pillow, stood up and stripped off his clothing.

“Guess I’ll have to take care of this myself,” Harry sighed dramatically, stroking himself slowly.

“Don’t you dare start without me,” Draco commanded. He rolled over and started to unbutton his own shirt quickly.

“I thought you were too tired,” Harry smirked.

“Are you mental? I’ve been thinking about this all night long.” Once Draco rid himself of his clothing, he rose from the bed and kissed Harry’s neck. He pulled Harry back to the bed until they both collapsed onto it, snogging like a couple of horny schoolboys.

Harry rolled them so that Draco lay on top of him, and ran his hands along Draco’s still very fit body.

“Mmmm. That feels odd. Good, but odd.”

Harry frowned. “What?”

“The ring. It’s smooth and cool, and your hands are so warm.” Draco explained.

Harry held up his hand and gazed at the ring. “I can’t believe we finally got married.” He directed his gaze up at Draco. “Yes, I’m calling it married. I don’t care what the Ministry calls it. We’re married. We’re a family.”

“I think we’d be regarded as a couple. A family implies children,” Draco countered.

“Well, I think of you as my family.”

They lay in silence a few minutes, rubbing circles along one another’s skin in various places. Just when Harry began to lean up for a kiss, Draco started speaking again.

“Harry?” Draco’s manner had become more serious. “Have you ever considered . . . a child? Not mine, of course. It’s no secret that I don’t want to continue the Malfoy bloodline.”

Surprised that Draco would even bring it up, Harry questioned, “Did Hermione talk to you about the surrogate witch service, too?”

Draco chuckled. “Well, yes, Hermione has brought that up to me on several occasions. She went so far as to give me the business card.” Draco paused. “What did you think about it?”

“I don’t know,” Harry answered. “Our lives are pretty full. And I don’t know if I’d feel right about us having a baby that was only mine.”

“What about one that was part of each of us, maybe not directly . . .”

“What are you getting at Draco?” Harry scooted out from under Draco and sat up, most of the passion now deflated.

“I’ve given it some thought and it just seems to fit. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it before.”

“Draco, what are you talking about?”

“I think we should adopt Teddy.”

Harry’s mouth dropped open. “You . . . would want to do that?” he asked softly.

“I love Teddy. I love the days we have him here. Andromeda isn’t getting any younger. She won’t be able to keep up with him forever. He’s my family--one of the few family members I have left. And, since he’s your Godson, he’s practically like your son already.”

“You have given this some thought,” Harry commented.

“We can buy a house. We can afford it now. I know you missed Sirius’ house when you were forced to sell it. We could find a place with a room for Teddy, and a large yard . . . What do you think, Harry?”

Harry was quiet for a moment. “But you said you didn’t want kids.”

“I said I didn’t want an infant,” he corrected. He took Harry’s hand in his. “But I want this. And I think you do too. I think you always did, but didn’t ask because you thought it wasn’t what I wanted.” He smiled softly at Harry. “You and your bloody Gryffindor martyrdom.”

“It is what I’ve wanted. It’s brilliant, Dra.” Harry kissed Draco and pushed him onto his back. “I don’t even know how to thank you. It’s the best wedding gift I could have hoped for. I can’t wait to tell Teddy.”

“That will have to wait until tomorrow,” Draco nuzzled Harry’s neck and bit lightly. “In the meantime, I know exactly how I want you to thank me.”

The End ;)

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