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The First Great Fan- An Epilogue	By : wherdatcomfrom Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9427 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: So, this one is coming to a close, too. Hope everyone is catching up and ready for me to end these stories. (Finally, I know!) I've truly loved working on them, even though I've been so bogged down by the outside world. I've only got one new story going, so I hope I'll be able to keep up with some regular updates. Love to you all, Anna.

delia cerrano: thanks for the compliment, I'm loving these ideas and how they pan out. Don't get me wrong, I do start with a direction, but they tend to work out details that I didn't plan out, and that sends me off on a slightly different course. The baby was always planned to be as it turns out in this chapter, but I do like your ideas, and I may use them in the future. Voldemort's baby will be fine, since it will be raise with strong ideals and a good support system. I firmly believe in Nuture being stronger than Nature.

Nubia:Wow! There was more emotion in your review than in most of my stories. I like that. Thanks, and I don't feel at all bad. Sorry, for the wait and I hope it is worth it.

Unneeded: They're all smart, just not clear on their vocal abilities. The words are there, just not as easily understood. I think that Pansy's plan was doomed from the moment Harry accepted Draco's truth. There's no way that she could win against a pair of love struck gay wizards. Thanks for all of your support.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Ministry of Magic

Draco paced the hall outside of the courtroom, waiting as his father met with the members of the Wizengamut. Harry arrived to find him there, his hair looking like he'd had a bad scare. “Drake, calm down. You're acting like a Hufflepuff. Here, let me fix this.” Harry raised his wand and the blond jumped away from him.

“What are you doing?” Draco snapped, holding the green-eyed wizard's arm to keep him from completing the spell.

“Just fixing your hair. What's with you?”

“Like I'd let you wave that thing at my head. I'll do it.” and the blond pulled out the hawthorn rod and sent a silent charm at his locks. “Why is it taking so long? Father would have to approve a marriage contract for their to be any legality to it, and he didn't. What are they doing in there?”

“You're sure your father understands what would happen if he double-crosses you?” Harry asked and his lover glared at him. “Okay, sorry. I'm just asking.”

Lucius finally emerged, two hours later. He took hold of both Harry and Draco's arms, leading them away from the courtrooms. He stopped at an alcove, cast a muffliato and took a deep breath. “They were ready to go with the petition, thinking it a great way to take me down a peg or two. I had to call in several debts, one being a life debt, and then it is still contingent on the parentage of the child. If it is proved to be yours, you have to guarantee it a father. If you refuse, they will side with the implied marriage vow and force the issue. Now, we wait.” Lucius sighed as he ran out of words. Draco was silent. Harry, however, was not.

“If the baby is his, he has to marry her?” he asked.

“No. He just has to adopt the child and support it. He will have to negotiate a contract for that, and the Parkinsons will want a wedding.” Lucius sighed as Draco waited for the proverbial other shoe.

“What if it's mine?” Harry asked and Lucius smiled, a wicked scheming smile.

“Then, they will refuse the child, send it to an orphanage for disposal. I already know which they will choose, one of my debts, of course, and we will swoop in and steal it away.”

“Better be there fast. I don't want my child to spend any time in a place like that.”

“Indeed. It is the breeding place of Dark Lords, to my understanding.”

“What about the potion? Won't she get in trouble for that?” Draco asked.

“It is difficult to prove. We don't have the remnants of the potion, we don't have a witness to her using it, and we can't prove you didn't sleep with her. You did give her a lot of attention while you were younger.” Lucius sighed again.

“You were kinda all over her, in school.” Harry added.

“She was all over me, Potter. I don't do vaginas.” Draco sneered.

“I know that, and you know that, and Her . . . Wait. I have an idea. Just, well leave it to me.” Harry sprinted away, leaving two confused blonds behind him.

“So, you see, Magistrate, Wizengamut Officials, Lords and Ladies, that there is no way that the child in question could belong to Malfoy, unless it was by the illegal use of the potion. If you force the matter, I will take my evidence to the Prophet, the Quibbler, and any other publication that will publish it. Thank you.” Hermione sat down next to Harry, a blush staining her face.

“Mr. Potter, do you have anything to add to Mrs. Weasley's testimony?” The elder man in a deep maroon robe asked.

“Yes, sir. I procured a sample . . . a tainted sample of Mr. Malfoy's . . . fluids, for the kidnappers, as they required. If that was used to create a child, it is just as likely to be born as my child, so that too would prove it was the potion. If that baby has either mine, or Draco's heritage, then it had to be conceived by the kidnappers, and they should be punished for that crime, at least.”

“Indeed. Well, if the child could not be conceived naturally, then we are in agreement with your conclusions. We will wait to see what the paternity spell provides, when the baby is born. I will expect you both here, the day that the child arrives. Do you agree?” Hermione and Harry nodded, and the man raised his gavel. “I hereby release the Malfoy heir from any implied marriage contract, and would hope that you will make an honest wizard of him, Mr. Potter. We will owl you when the baby comes.” and the Wizengamut adjured.

“I'm not sure that I'm pleased that you told a room full of senior citizens that I'm gay, Granger, but I'm grateful for your intervention on my behalf. Thank you.”

“You can thank Harry for calling me. And to set things straight, I'm not thrilled that I had to admit to the attempted, and failed, multiple seductions of a gay wizard being shared either. Harry, had to tell them about scooping up your shared . . . essence . . as well.”

“My, we have had a busy day, haven't we? This calls for a party. Who's up for it?” The two others smiled at the blond and Draco set into motion, calling house elves, scripting invitations, and setting about designing decorations. The party was on for the week after, and everyone that they cared about, or who was dating someone they cared about, was invited.

Draco's mother was now nearly eight months along, and she declined the invitation, but Hannah and Orion agreed to come, as well as all of Harry's Gryffindor friends, and most of Draco's unjailed Slytherins. Seamus asked to bring a surprise guest, and so did Blaise, so there would be a few extra guests to the celebration of Draco's non-wedding.

The day dawned beautifully, not an ounce of London's usual fog, and the sun shone down to cause the dew to sparkle on the gardens. Winter was over and spring was announcing her arrival. There were early blooms on most of the plants and Kreacher had gathered some of them to add to Draco's decorations.

Winky was busy with the care of her son and refused to help with the party because it was an important job to do. Harry agreed, letting the elf be and asking Blaise for the loan of his elves again, just for the day of the get together.

“Is this going to be a trend, Potter? I do have tasks for them at home, you know?” Blaise had teased but Harry had looked down shyly and blushed. “I'll send them immediately.”

“Thanks, Blaise. It's just. I have something that I want to do, and I want everything to be perfect for it.”

“I think the thanks should come from my dear old blond friend, eh Potter?”

“I guess that depends on how he reacts to my surprise, Zabini. I'll see you at the party.” and they had cut their firecall short.

Draco was in his element. He loved parties and he would throw one once a week, if he could. He mingled with his guests, an elf always at his side to offer a drink or snack to someone. He was the perfect host that he had been trained for from childhood, elegant, respectful, suave and attentive. He stirred the bored and calmed the overexcited, charmed the wallflowers before introducing them to the social butterflies. He matched up potential pairs like a pimp at a convention, without the pay-off, of course.

He noticed Harry and his cousin entering and he weaved through the gathering to reach them. “Hey, Draco. Harry says this is to celebrate you dodging the bullet. Congrats. I wasn't so lucky. Or maybe, I was luckier.” Duke said, displaying a tasteful man's wedding band on his finger. Draco looked shocked until Hannah slid her hand under his arm, and the proof of his new bride sparkled from her finger. Diamonds and sapphires, the perfect Black family ring.

“It was in the vault, so I gave it to him. They got married three days ago, so this is kind of a wedding party, too. They'll have the official ceremony next month. I've got a gift for Orion's birthday, too. I think I missed it.” Harry said with a sheepish grin as he left them in Draco's capable hands.

“So, let's get you some champagne and we'll have a toast. Roldo! Three champagnes.” his elf was immediately there, and the drinks passed around. “Everyone! Over here! I have an announcement. I'd like to propose a toast, so grab a glass. To Harry's cousin, Duke, who isn't as bad as most muggles appear, and to Hannah Abbott Black, the true heir to the Black name and fortune. Oh, wait! Is it Dursman, now?”

“No. We're gonna use Dursman-Black. I want our children to bear my father's name.” Hannah said as the room waited and then raised their glasses.

“To Hannah and Duke, the future of the True and Noble House of Black, no longer so pure of blood, but much purer of heart and motives. Good luck to you both. Where did Harry get to?” Draco turned around to see a pure white unicorn standing on the Garden Terrace with a man in armour astride its back. The room went silent and he crossed to it easily. Blaise stepped up to him as he neared it, and whispered into his ear.

“For once in your life, don't be a fool. This could be the greatest gift ever given to you.” He pushed the dark Italian away and opened the glass door.

The knight dismounted, rather inelegantly, and pulled out his sword. If Draco had not been mesmerized, he would have been frightened, but the shining emblem of the sword of Gryffindor blazed at him and he looked up to the helmet that hid the knights face. “What?” was all Draco managed before the sword was thrust into the ground in front of him and the knight dropped to his knee, lifting the face shield to reveal Harry under the metal and chain mail.

“No one told me how much this stuff chafes.” Harry whispered before he let his face go solemn and spoke his practiced and memorized speech. “Draco Malfoy, you have proven yourself true, honorable and brave. You are the embodiment of the valor and ideals of the knights of Merlin and Arthur. In the same way that the sorting hat wanted to place me into Slytherin, I think there is a little bit of Gryffindor in you. In the sight of my housemates, I wish to make you an honorable Gryffindor. Do you accept this title?”

The rest of Harry's friends had formed a circle around the two wizards and Draco looked up to see their accepting faces. He shook his head, but not in rejection. “Harry, I'm truly touched. I never expected.. . ."

“Do you accept, Malfoy?” Ron asked from his right.

“Ya have to say yah or neigh, Draco.” Seamus added from behind Harry and the unicorn.

“Yah.” Draco squeaked.

“Then, fellow Gryffindor, I have one other question for you. Will you, Draco Malfoy, be my mate, my partner, my love. Will you, in front of all our friends and family, as could be here, devote yourself to me, as I am willing to do for you. I love you, Draco and I want to tell them all.”

“I,” Draco faltered, not out of fear or lack of desire. He was overwhelmed and tears ran down his face. Hermione handed him a tissue and he wiped them away. “I love you, too. I Love Harry Potter!” He shouted the last and a cheer rose from their friends that could have pierced the fidelis charm.

Harry now had a problem. He couldn't stand up with the weight of the armour, so Ron and Dean had to rush forward and lift him from the ground. He pulled off the helmet and gauntlets, grabbing Draco's face with his chain mail gloved hands and kissing him feverishly. Draco forgot they were even having a party, his attention undivided from his lover, their kiss and the pain that was coming from his hair tangling in the chain of the hand covers.
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