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Heir to the Throne	By : Kaya_Winn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12341 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Heir to the Throne

Chapter 36

Love and Marriage

Harry jerked awake with a start, groaning as he rubbed his eyes, the staff clutched tightly in his hands and the room empty. He could still see little flutters of color here and there, could still see little streaks of magic, but it was dull now, and Harry could manage to see properly despite the little bursts of color. He just couldn't believe it, how could HE be the Heir!? He sighed and lifted the staff and then examined his wand, his eyes widening as he studied them both. One old, one new, both made of the same wood, and holding the same designs. Harry suddenly realized why the old man at the wand shop had felt so familiar... had known so much... somehow he had known he was the Heir. “I never thought to see this day,” the old man had said—Harry struggled to remember his words. “My kind have been awaiting you for SO long, aah but I mustn't interfere.... only time will tell...” What sort of creature was the old man!? Harry was going to have to go and find out, soon.

He sighed and shrunk the staff, handing it to one of the house elves who where fussing over him as he strained to think. Almost all the parts of the true prophecy where completed, he moved over to the desk at the corner and retrieved the written copy, reading it aloud to himself, the house elves, realizing Harry wasn't in the mood to be fussed over, quickly vanished, giving him space.

“The Heir to the Throne shall Emerge, Bloodline to Bloodline shall be Met. On Seraphim wings he shall Rise, to rule the wizarding world. Friend is foe, and foe is friend, to he who should be dead! Twin Seers born of family not by blood, marks upon their brow, all species to him converge, the Heir of Merlin's golden hour. To end a wizards war.” Harry muttered softly, thinking.

“On Seraphim wings, I'm dating Draco...friend is foe and foe is friend... Dumbledore and Tom, I had their roles in this war reversed... twin seers born of family not by blood... Nev and Luna are my family but the babes aren't my blood... I have massive amounts of creatures willing to fight for me, all species to him converge.... but... my bloodline? I wonder what bloodline my mother was?” He asked softly, looking up as Draco walked in, offering him a smile. “Hey Draco.” Harry muttered, abandoning his musing to hug his lover tightly, letting out a small sob as the weight of the world began to press down on him again. He just couldn't win.

He was fine setting up everything to destroy Dumbledore and put the people who were supposed to be in charge on the thrones... but to find out he was supposed to rule, in any sense of the word was just too much for Harry to handle. All he wanted in life was safety and peace. A nice home where he could raise ponies and children, where he could live with Draco forever and be happy. He couldn't do that if he was the heir of Merlin and the controller of all magic!

Draco wrapped his arms tightly around Harry, holding him gently as he murmured soft things in words that Harry didn't understand. It took Harry ten minutes to realize that Draco was singing a lullaby, in french. The words and tune where so pretty, and Draco's voice was the perfect tone for the calming words and Harry finally sniffed and wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve, looking up at Draco who grinned.

“We have got to stop meeting like this. This is the second time you've run into my arms to cry.” He teased gently, kissing Harry who grinned and chuckled, unable to help himself.

“What can I say? You're the only man whose man enough to handle my tears,” he teased smiling at Draco before leaning into him with a small sigh. “I'm so tired Dray.” He admitted softly. “I'm so tired of being everyone's hero... first I'm The Savior, supposed to kill, slaughter Tom... now I'm Merlin's Heir... supposedly supposed to maintain the balance between good and evil and control the flow of magic... I just wanted to have a normal life with an almost normal lover and not so normal smarter than me babies...” He shook his head, sadly. “How can I ever have a family when I have to control everything in the world?”

“... You honestly think you won't be able to have a family just because your going to be busy for a few years?” Draco asked, sounding rather astonished. “Harry...” he smiled as he kissed the other, “I want to be with you for the rest of my life, I want to be next to you always, sleeping in your bed and smelling your hair every morning.” He grinned. “I want to be with you forever and...” he hesitated and then, “I want a family.” He smiled at Harry and suddenly pulled away from the other, settling onto one knee, taking both hands to cup Harry's left hand, gently kissing the knuckles. “Harry, James, Potter... will you do me the great joy, of marrying me?” He asked, smiling at the gaping Boy-Who-Lived as a ring was slid onto his finger. It was gold, matching Harry's complexion, and emeralds where lain into the face of the ring, emeralds, and diamonds to match Harry and Draco... and Harry sobbed wildly, collapsing into Draco, kissing him hard, ignoring the vague thought that he was acting like a girl.

“Yes! Draco, oh YES!” Harry managed to wail, kissing his lover intently again, Draco laughing into the kiss at Harry's hysterics as he held the other close and cuddled him, letting Harry calm down on his own. He smiled at him as Harry chuckled and wiped his eyes a little, grinning at him a little.

“i love you,” he murmured kissing the other again, Draco grinning impishly.

“I love you, too.... What say we go down and brag to everyone that we're getting married?” He offered grinning happily. “Luna and Neville are going to want to help. Blaise and Ron too...” he paused suddenly. “You're never going to guess what I saw this morning.”

“Mmm?” Harry asked, feeling so lazy with glee that he almost didn't care.

“Blaise and Ron, Snogging...” Draco admitted smirking as Harry gaped up at him, eyes wide. “And before you get all worried yes, Ron does know that Blaise is a vampire,” he promised chuckling as Harry sputtered and stuttered in astonishment before the Golden Boy started to laugh, leaping to his feet, and grabbing Draco's hand firmly to drag him out of the room to go and find his friends. They were all in the dining room, the teachers all there for dinner, had Harry really slept that long? It didn't matter. The entire place fell quiet, Draco nearly laughing as Harry practically vibrated as everyone stared at him, Dumbledore, the teachers, all the houses, Ron and Blaise and Luna and Neville... he raised his hand, letting everyone see the shining ring on his finger, and the words practically burst from harry.

“I'M GETTING MARRIED!” He screamed, voice filled with so much glee that everyone started to laugh and cheer, everyone gleeful that Harry was finally happy again. Not everyone was pleased with this news however, Pansy looked horrified, Hermione looked stricken, and Dumbledore looked like he'd swallowed a lemon. Trouble was on the horizon. It took hours for the teachers to calm everyone down. Most of the students had started screaming for a party, and they where starting it up right there during dinner, the house elves all too happy to help, bringing butterbeer and candy as everyone took turns congratulating and hugging Harry who was shining and laughing, chattering up everyone who passed him.

Finally Dumbledore ordered everyone to bed, and Harry laughed as he kissed Draco eagerly, dragging him up to his private rooms, Ron, Blaise, Luna, and Neville following, all of them laughing happily as they chattered and talked, uncaring of the eyes that glared at them.

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Three weeks later found Harry and Draco in a heated argument as they walked down the hall, their noses buried in a massive magazine, both wearing nearly identical, angry scowls as they snapped and snipped at each other.

“It HAS to be a Chocolate cake Draco! I can't STAND Vanilla!” Harry whined, Draco scowling darkly.

“It HAS to be Vanilla! It's a Malfoy tradition Harry we ALWAYS have Vanilla! It's for Purity!”

“Pure my ass! We both know neither of us is pure! Chocolate!”

“Vanilla Harry!” Draco growled, both of them glaring at each other, reminding the world of why they had once been enemies... they where both pig headed and stubborn.

“Why not do a layered cake?” Luna asked wisely, coming up behind them, offering the two squabblers a smile. “Vanilla and Chocolate... to symbolize you both. Vanilla for Draco, with his white hair, and Chocolate for harry, for his dark hair...” Harry and Draco stared at her and then smiled.

“We could put frosting in between the layers.” Draco agreed, Harry nodding.

“A cream cheese frosting, something thick and sweet.” Harry purred, Draco grimacing before brightening.

“How about a butter cream?: Draco suggested, Harry pondered that and then nodding his agreement, kissing Draco happily.

“Mmm I love you, specially when your mad, you get this cute little wrinkle on your nose just there...” Draco looked mortified, and Harry laughed, kissing the blond again as he nuzzled the other happily, leading Draco off to discuss frosting, settling down onto the Slytherin Tables. They had taken to switching back and forth, an evening at Gryffindor, and then an evening at Slytherin tables so no one felt slighted. Not that it mattered since the few friends they had followed them from Table to table.

“Are they fighting again?” Blaise demanded, settling next to Ron who rolled his eyes, Luna giggling.

“No, not now, but they where...”

“About cake of all things,” Neville grumbled as he helped himself tot he food, holding one babe in one arm, while Luna held the other. They'd been freshly fed, and you could tell because for once they where sleeping, instead of screaming their little heads off. Normally the little girls could never stop screaming, but tonight they looked as angelic as the day they first came into the world.

“We weren't FIGHTING....” Harry whined quietly as he grinned, taking the little girl from Luna so the girl could eat. “We where having a loving squabble, that's all.” Harry beamed down at the little girl in his arms. “Little Moon Babies...” he teased the little girl, stroking the mark on her forehead, the baby scrunching her face up unhappily, Harry gently rocking her before she started to scream, smiling as she giggled instead, waving tiny fists around. Hermione stared at Harry with furious eyes, and Harry sighed as he handed the little girl to Draco. “Excuse me Dray... I have to go calm a raving madwoman...” he muttered softly. He'd almost forgotten that he had convinced Hermione that he had only been using Draco.

He gave Draco a small, but lingering kiss, Draco smiling, beaming at him as he gently nuzzled Harry's neck, the brunette squirming a little as he laughed, he was ticklish there and Draco took every chance he could to mouth, nuzzle, lick, or touch there to make Harry squirm. “Draco your such an ass.” Harry whined, kissing his lover again before skipping out of the Great Hall, humming happily, ignoring Hermione's glower as she followed. Harry was far too happy with life to be affected by such a thing as Hermione's displeasure with his choices in life.

“Harry!” he knew she'd call out to him, he paused and turned to face her, blinking at her as she glared at him. “Harry you CAN'T honestly be marrying... HIM, can you!?” She demanded, wide eyed and furious. “You told me you where using him!”

“Yeah well... I lied.” Harry admitted with a small shake of his head. “I didn't want to upset you Herm...” he confessed setting a hand on his arm, looking upset. “I knew you'd never understand... I just.. I LOVE him Hermione...”

“Harry he's going to betray you! You KNOW he is!” she complained. “With his father broken out of prison...”

“Released actually.” Harry muttered simply. “The Minister of Magic released Lucius an hour before the mass breakout. Everyone assumed Lucius was broken out... but the Minister released him.” Harry blinked at Hermione. “I met him already... he's happy for us, he's even going to give me away!” Harry told her happily, so very glad that Lucius was willing to play the part of Harry's father... since for obvious reasons Devlin couldn't attend the wedding.

“You can't honestly believe that!?” Hermione asked, horrified when Harry smiled and nodded.

“I do. Dumbledore, Snape, AND the Minister of Magic backed up Lucius and Draco's story.” he admitted chuckling a little as he shook his head. “Draco was shocked too. Turns out Lucius has been a spy all along, he's been passing information to the Minister for months now through Azkaban... apparently you can find out some very interesting information in a prison.” He grimaced as Hermione glared at him.

“You can't honestly be marrying him!?... Harry you CAN'T! I WON'T Allow it!” Hermione snarled and Harry stared at her through narrowed eyes.

“YOU won't allow it?” He demanded, staring at her. “Hermione you don't seem to understand... Draco and I ARE getting married. Dumbledore is even going to lead the ceremony. The Minister is going to be there to hand-fast us. Ron is my best man, Luna and Neville are going to be Ring and Ribbon bearers. Everyone I love, or have ever loved are going to be a part of my wedding, and are HAPPY for me!” He growled, glaring at her. “The only person who doesn't seem to understand that Draco and I, are honestly in love, is YOU.” He snarled, Hermione acting before she could even stop herself, slapping Harry hard across the face.

“Dammit Harry you have to snap out of it! He's nothing but a no good Slytherin WHORE!” she shrieked, Harry touching a hand to his stinging cheek before he turned furious, hateful eyes on Hermione.

“No, Hermione. YOU'RE the one who has to snap out of it.” He growled darkly, advancing on the woman who suddenly seemed to realize what she'd done. Harry hated to be slapped or hit, even more than anything else, slapping him resulted in very bad things. “I am marrying Draco, I AM going to live with him, happily, for the rest of my life. And you, are NOT going to get in the way, or I'll make you pay.” Harry growled, pinning the other girl to the wall. “And if you EVER, strike me again Hermione Granger... I will make CERTAIN you need to go to St. Mungo's in a matchbox!” He snarled, glaring at her as she swallowed thickly.

“h..Harry I can't let you d..do this! It's a mistake!....e...either you dump him and let me help you or....or...or we'll never be friends again!” The entire dining hall was silent, straining to hear, straining to see as Harry stared at Hermione.

“I guess the answer is simple then... there's only one that I can choose.” Harry admitted staring at her as she brightened, looking hopeful. “If I have to choose between you, or Draco... then... I choose Draco.” Harry stated simply. “Never speak to me again Granger. We are no longer friends.”

“WHAT!?” Hermione shrieked, stunned, most of the hall was. It was Hermione's own fault, she had made him choose, and he had chosen. She ranted and raved at Harry, shouting insults at him as he left and rejoined Draco at the table, leaning against Draco for comfort, the blond wrapping his arms gently around Harry.

“It will be alright Harry... I do love you.” Draco promised, stroking his lovers hair. “You know I do...”

“Yes, I know Draco... I really do.” Harry promised smiling at his lover and giving him another kiss. “I think Almond...”

“...I'm sorry?” Draco asked, confused as Harry laughed.

“For the frosting.” Harry explained with a grin. “Almond goes well with Chocolate and Vanilla right?” he asked smiling his head tilted. “We can alternate between vanilla and chocolate glaze for in-between the layers..”

“...Harry that's a GREAT idea!” Draco admitted looking astonished as Harry laughed.

“Of course it is!” Harry chirped happily, determined to not let Hermione's hurtful ways make him sad. He was happy with Draco, and that was that—they enjoyed their dinner, chattering about the wedding with a grin until Draco started to act oddly.

“I feel strangely...” Draco confessed suddenly, frowning a little as he looked around, looking almost baffled as he dropped his fork to his empty plate, Harry frowning as he set his hand on Draco's forehead.

“...You're not hot... do you feel ill?” Harry asked, frowning, worried about his lover, Draco shaking his head.

“No I feel... tingly...” he muttered, swaying in his chair. “I feel... floaty...” Harry shook his head a little as he stood up, helping Draco to his feet.

“Come on Draco, we'll take you to the hospital Wing,” he promised, tossing an apologetic look to Blaise, who had wanted to suggest wedding hairstyles, the dark skinned man waving Harry off, looking just as concerned about Draco's health. They headed down the hall, straight for the hospital wing, Harry carefully settled Draco onto a bed. Madam Pomfry sighed a little as she spotted them.

“And what did you do now!?” She demanded, scowling as she moved over to them, Harry shaking his head as he tried to explain what was wrong. Draco blinked dumbly as he looked around, a small frown on his face as he tried to concentrate on what was happening.

“Well, it could just be a befuddlement charm, or a confusion hex...” Madam Pomfry admitted, blinking when Pansy walked in.

“Draco! THERE you are darling!” Pansy gushed, Harry snarling furiously. He'd really hate to have to beat the shit out of a girl, but he'd do it!

“Pansy!” Draco crowed in delight, the tone as gushy as it was when he spoke to Harry after a night of deep... loving. He moved over to her, caught her face in her hands and gave her a deep, lingering kiss that was all tongue and teeth, Harry gasped, staring, shocked and hurt.

“..Dray?... Draco what are you doing!?” Harry demanded, wide eyed, hurt as Draco turned and blinked at Harry, scowling a little.

“I'm kissing my lover, what's it look like Potter?” Draco demanded, tone scathing and hateful, like when they had been fourteen.

“But I'm your lover...” Harry complained, feeling hurt and confused—Draco scoffed.

“Please Potter... as if I'd ever love a half blood reject like you.” He growled. “I would never love you.” Harry felt as if his heart, and his soul where cracking to pieces, his eyes were wide as tears began to well up and spill over the sides of his face as Draco laughed wickedly, and shook his head.

“You honestly thought I could ever love someone like you? I will never, have never, and do not love you.” Draco growled, sniffing in distaste as he turned and took Pansy's hand, leading her away... leaving Harry with a shattered heart, that could never be repaired.
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