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The Power Of Love	By : Marblez Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5431 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The Wedding - Part One

Draco frowned as he and his children left the Apparation point and headed towards the floating marquee where the wedding was obviously going to take place. Reporters were everywhere, swarming like ants around the high brow guests and carelessly trampling over 'un-important' ones.

Surely Harry would hate this media circus?

"Malfoy!"

The shout from the first reporter to see him and his children brought them all rushing over, shouting questions and taking pictures. Kian began to cry, frightened by the noise and the extremely bright camera flashes.

"I have nothing to say to any of you!" Draco snapped at the reporters, picking Kian up and holding him close. "You make me sick, frightening a four year old boy like this! Get out of my way!"

Reluctantly the gaggle of reporters moved out of his way and he headed towards the rows of seats, Kai clinging to the back of his robe Jamie and Elly staying as close as they could, also frightened by the noisy reporters.

"Kai!" a young voice called out and Draco couldn't help but smile as a boy with deeply tanned skin and dark red hair jogged over to them. If Draco remembered correctly this was Fred, George and Alicia's eldest son and one of Draco's friends at Hogwarts. "You made it through the paparazzi then?"

"Just about" Kai said, smiling towards his friend's voice. "So have you had a good holiday, Fred?"

"Yeah," Fred answered, "Well…it was good until today anyway. At least you got to wear your own robes, I look like…well…like a girl!"

"What do you mean?" Kai asked, confused but Draco had to hide his smile in Kian's hair. He could see exactly why Fred thought he looked like a girl…

"All of us Weasley kids are ushers which means we all have to go with the colour scheme of the wedding," Fred explained, obviously repeating something he had been told over and over again. Kai was still frowning in confusion. "Everything to do with this wedding, every last thing, including our robes, is pink! Bright pink, soft pink, playboy pink, pink, pink, pink!" Fred made dramatic retching sounds as Kai laughed deeply as he imagined the suffering his friend was going through. "I am never going to live this down. My own consolation is…neither will anyone else!"

"So where are we sitting?" Draco asked, letting Kian down onto the grass.

"Oh! Over here, behind all of us," Fred said with a big smile as he lead them over to the first five rows on the left hand side where all the Weasley adults were sitting. "You're in this row here with Uncle Charlie, Uncle Oliver and Kieran."

"Hi," Charlie nodded to them in greeting.

"Er…hi," Draco responded. The location of their seats confused him. He had honestly expected to be seated at the back, after all he was the ex-husband…but no, their seats were in the front…in the family section. "Well…er…take a seat kids," Draco said, nodding to his children. Elly sat first in the seat before Charlie Weasley. Kai slowly sat beside her, feeling out the chair before he sat down. Jamie reluctantly went next and Draco sat in the aisle seat, picking Kian up and placing him on the one beside him. "So, Charlie, Oliver…is this your son?"

"Yes," Charlie smiled at the boy sat between him and his husband. He looked to be about ten years old…and he also looked absolutely nothing like either of his parents with his chocolate coloured skin and deep brown eyes. "This is Kieran. Oliver and I adopted him eight years ago when the Healers told us we would never be able to create any children of our own."

"And that's probably a good thing, one monster's about all I can handle," Oliver laughed deeply, earning himself an elbow in his stomach from his indignant son. This turned into a playful fight between the two, only coming to an end when Charlie warned them not to mess up their robes.

"It took me forever to get them into the things, I'm not going to let them ruin all my hard work," Charlie told Draco with a cheeky smile.

"Daddy," Kian hissed suddenly, climbing up onto his knees on the seat, accidentally kicking Jamie in the process, and cupping his hands around his mouth he whispered loudly in Draco's ear, "I need to go to the toilet."

"Didn't you go before we left?" Draco asked him softly.

"Sorry Daddy," Kian whispered apologetically.

"It's ok. Let's go find the toilets then," Draco said, rising from his seat and taking his sons hand, stepping out into the aisle with him at his side, "Could you watch them for a few minutes while I take Kian to the toilet?"

"Course we will," Charlie agreed.

"Ok…so where are the toilets?" Draco asked himself softly as he headed back out the way they had come in, looking for a clue or better yet a sign. He was thankful when he caught sight of a familiar bushy haired witch giving orders to numerous red headed children in pink robes. "Hermione!"

"Draco! It's good to see you again," she greeted him with a broad smile.

"You too. Um…you wouldn't happen to know where the toilets are would you?" Draco asked, nodding down at Kian who was now doing the well known 'I-need-the-toilet-really-bad' dance.

"Oh!" Hermione gasped in surprise, "I'm afraid I don't know the toilets have been set up for the guests…um…" she hummed thoughtfully, her eyes scanning the crowd, "Clive and his mother organised everything you see…oh, I know. Harry won't mind if you take him to the cottage. He can use the toilet there."

"No, I don't think that would be a good idea…"

"Daddy, I really need to go!" Kian whined loudly, clutching at himself through his robes. The last thing Draco wanted was for his son to wet himself in such a public place and feel all embarrassed about it.

"It's that cottage right there. The toilets under the stairs, you can't miss it," Hermione promised, pointing out which of the surrounding cottages was Harry's. Draco nodded his thanks and walked hurriedly over the cottage, pulling Kian along with him. As he approached the cottage Draco had to smile, even without the directions he would have known that this was Harry's home. Something about the building, even from the outside, simply screamed 'Harry Potter'.

Still feeling a little guilty about using his ex-husbands bathroom without permission he turned the handle of the front door and let them into the cottage. A homey smell washed over them but Draco pushed it to the back of his mind as he searched for the door under the stairs. Opening it he found the tiny little lavatory just like Hermione had promised.

"Go on then, Kian, but try not to make a mess," Draco said, nudging the little boy into the room. Kian nodded and pushed the door shut behind him; even at four he liked hi privacy just like Draco always had when he was younger.

Without even meaning to Draco began to look around the room, studying the dozens of photo's that covered the walls. More were proudly displayed in an eclectic range of frames, balanced on every possible surface. Harry was obviously very proud of his sons and their achievements.

And then one photo completely stole Draco's breath away. It was in the centre of the mantelpiece and was older than all the others - it was the photograph that Harry had taken a few minutes after the twins had been born. The little babies were wrapped in identical blankets and held in Draco's arms as he lay panting on the bed. He looked an absolute mess, his hair sticking out all over the place, his face flushed and sweaty but come on, who looked good after fourteen hours of labour?

Draco's heart ached in his chest.

He could never regret the way things had turned out because that would mean regretting having his children and he did not regret having any of his children. He loved all of his children.

No, his heart ached with the love he still felt for Harry. Merlin, how he still loved him. He'd always loved him and if things were different he would go up to him and tell him right now…but they weren't different.

Harry was getting married and that was the end of it.

Draco supposed he should be happy for Harry and he would pretend that he was for the remainder of the day but really, in his heart…he would never be happy to see the man he loved with someone else.

"Daddy? I'm done," Kian said softly as he emerged from the room under the stairs, the sound of the toilet flushing becoming muffle once the door shut behind him with a soft click. "I didn't make a mess."

"Good boy. Did you wash your hands?" Draco asked, moving back over to his son. He'd taught all of his children to wash their hands before they ate their meals and after they had been to the bathroom and usually they were quite good about it…well three of them were, Jamie hated having to wash his hands all the time.

"No, Daddy, no sink," Kian explained, holding his hands out in front of him.

"Well…how about I hold you up to the sink in the kitchen," Draco suggested, spying an old fashioned sink in the next room. His youngest son nodded eagerly and washed his hands with the sweet smelling soap under the running water as Draco held him up at the right height.

It was as Kian was washing drying his hands on the fluffy white towel that appeared to be for that purpose alone that Draco heard movement coming from above him. Someone was upstairs. Folding the now damp towel he replaced it on the side where he had found it and ushered Kian back to the front door, intending to leave as quickly as possible so that they wouldn't be intruding.

"Get back here!" the angry shout stopped him in his tracks, his hand on the door handle of the front door. That hadn't been Harry's voice so he could only assume that it was his fiancé shouting from upstairs. The next thing he knew two sets of footsteps were thundering down the wooden stairs - Teddy and Jason. "You will wear the robes that I bought you or so help me…"

"No we wont! They're awful!" Jason shouted back up the stairs, both boys failing to notice the wizard and child at the front door. Draco knew he should leave them to whatever quarrels they were having but something kept him frozen in place as a handsome young man rushed down the stairs, his face filled with anger.

"Yes you will! I bought these robes for you to wear and wear them you shall! In a few minutes I shall be your father in the eyes of the law and you will do as I say or I swear I will…"

Draco really did not like the look of Harry's fiancé, there was something…dangerous about him, something hidden deep inside that was about to burst out as he threatened the two boys loudly.

"No!" Jason shouted, pushing at the mans chest.

And that was when Clive made the biggest mistake of his life - he raised his hand and slapped Jason around the face with enough force to send him flying into his brother, knowcking them both over.

Draco reacted on instinct, pushing Kian behind him as he drew his wand and cast the first spell that came to mind,

"Stupefy!"

Clive was thrown back into the wall behind him, plaster and dust falling down on him as he rolled down the last few stairs, landing in front of the two boys who scrambled back onto their feet. Kian began to howl in fear as Draco knelt down on Clive's chest, his wand pressed against his throat.

"How dare you lay your filthy hand on my son?"

A/N Honestly people, did you really think I would let Harry marry that awful man? I had this planned out all along. Hope you liked it and hope it was worth the wait (sorry about that). I wrote all of this on the back of till receipts whilst I was at work today…yeah, it was really busy in the shop today…not! Let me know what you think, I love feedback.
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