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Say It with Flowers	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8403 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
Author's note: Earlier than last week; I'm making progress LOL Also do note that yes, I still suck at writing the particular scene at the end *sweatdrops* For which I apologise.
Thanks to the following reviewer: djaddict
Warnings: small flashback; some timeskips; fluff; don't mess with Hermione
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 7 Forget-Me-Not and Garden Pink
"You're serious about this?" Harry asked incredulously, lowering his glass of ice cold tea on the desk.
McGonagall folded her hands together and placed them on top of some papers, offering a faint, amused smile. "Yes, I'm serious about this offer. I wouldn't have called you here otherwise. Why wouldn't I be serious about this?"
"I don't have a degree. I didn't even take my exams yet," he pointed out and scratched the back of his head.
"Now he starts paying attention to the rules," Snape muttered darkly. The man had been reading an old tome when Harry had entered the Headmistress' office, but he seemed to favour eavesdropping on the conversation more than his book.
"But you do have one of the highest results in Defence against the Dark Arts that we have seen in years," McGonagall retorted, serenely ignoring Snape's grumbling.
Harry had a feeling she tended to ignore the older man often when he was in that mood.
"And almost every student who was a member of the club you taught in survived the war," she continued, voice growing solemn. "That proves that you do have a knack for teaching."
"I don't know," he said hesitatingly, tapping his fingers on the armchair. "I've never really thought about actually teaching a class. I hadn't even been planning on teaching the DA members – Hermione's the one who convinced me to do that."
"You don't have to make a decision right now," she assured him and the sunlight pouring in through the window made her glasses gleam. "It's still a couple of months before the new schoolyear starts. I made the offer because I trust your teaching skills – more importantly, you actually know the content."
At his bemused look, she clarified wryly, "The Ministry recommended someone for the post two years ago and I agreed, because I had a difficult time finding people to fill in vacancies. Unfortunately, the knowledge of that person is … Well, he seems to have a grasp of the theoretical aspect, but the students have a difficult time with the actual practical part." She uttered a soft sigh and pursed her lips. "I know the war is over now and I hope that they won't ever need their DADA skills, but I want them to be able to defend themselves when they have to. You're the most suitable person to teach them defence."
"I'll think about it," he promised. "I have Teddy to consider as well."
"Of course," she agreed. "Take your time, I understand. I'll need your final answer by the second week of August."
"Education has gone to hell if you have to rely on someone without a degree," one of the portraits, an old man with a bushy beard, sneered; his beady eyes staring at Harry suspiciously.
"Well, it's this degree less person who helped save the Wizarding world, so I guess degrees are rather redundant when it comes down to it," Harry riposted cheerfully and smiled sweetly at the former Headmaster.
The man glared even harder, but remained quiet and Harry turned back to McGonagall. "I'll let you know my decision as soon as possible," he stated.
"Thank you, Potter."
They shook hands and – well aware of the contemplative look Snape was favouring him with – Harry made his way downstairs where the gargoyle slowly moved aside to let him through. The beautiful weather had coaxed the students out of their dorms and they were lounging near the lake and forest, chattering to their friends while some made a half-hearted attempt at studying, their books lying open in front of them on the grass. There were still classes going on and Harry could pick up the voice of Binns droning on about the first Goblin war when he passed that classroom.
Several paintings greeted him cheerily; some of the wizards tipping off their hats for him while some of the women giggled and blushed as they waved at him. He had spoken to Nearly Headless Nick right before his appointment with McGonagall. The ghost had filled him in on some of the things happening at Hogwarts before he had to leave, trying to prevent Peeves from setting up yet another prank.
When he had received McGonagall's letter a few days ago, requesting to speak to him, he had never expected to hear that particular offer. He knew the new DADA professor wasn't a very good one – not like Remus had been – judging by the many times his friends had complained about the man, but he hadn't realised it was bad enough for the Headmistress to consider wanting to hire someone else.
He was this someone else if he decided to accept the offer. Despite the fact that two years had passed since the war had officially ended, he still hadn't really figured out what he would do with the rest of his life. He supposed he could simply live off the money he had inherited from his parents and Sirius; that amount was certainly enough to last him for the rest of his life. However, he couldn't envision himself doing absolutely nothing; that just wasn't him. For the last couple of months he had played around with the idea of becoming a Duelling Instructor. His affinity for and his interest in Defence against the Dark Arts certainly would come in handy for that particular job. The main problem, however, was the actual etiquette surrounding the profession. He could teach people how to duel, but he had no knowledge of the actual rules and etiquette involved with it; Lockhart had attempted a Duelling club in his second year, but that clearly had been a failure.
He could learn the etiquette; he was certain there were books dedicated to it and Hermione would find it no trouble at all to help him find those. But if he had to be honest, he just couldn't be bothered by learning the etiquette. It wasn't as if those rules would be of much help during an actual fight between life and death.
Still, the idea of being a Duelling Instructor had lingered in the back of his mind until McGonagall had offered him the position of DADA professor. In all his years he only had a couple of good DADA professors – and one of them ended up being an imposter. Fifth year had been the most disastrous one with him setting up a club just to make sure that the students would actually learn something useful. She was right in that almost every member of his club had survived the war. She also had a point when she said he knew the material well; thanks to the DA club he also had figured out the best way to tutor students.
Really, becoming a professor wouldn't be that bad of an idea. It would give him the chance to use his knowledge and he would be helping out McGonagall. In spite of the trouble he had often encountered here, Hogwarts would always be a second home to him; it wouldn't be a hardship to spend his days working here.
The only issue was Teddy. His godson had just turned two years old; he still needed constant supervision. Andromeda probably wouldn't consider it a problem to babysit her grandson for at least five days each week, but Harry couldn't make her do that. He had decided to raise Teddy and he couldn't just ship off the boy for nearly the entire week just to teach some classes. He didn't want to miss seeing his godson grow up.
The large front door creaked a bit when he pushed it open and sunlight poured in immediately, making him squint a bit. Heat simmered around him as he made his way down the wide path aiming for the gates where he would be able to Apparate away. He would have to go to Andromeda first to pick up Teddy and then go home where Draco was.
Draco had moved in with him three months ago; the constant switching between Harry's home and Malfoy Manor annoying them too much in the end. The blond wizard had decided to become a Potions Master, following in his godfather's footsteps. The basement in Harry's house had been cleared out and turned into a potion's lab for the older man where he brew and experimented.
Living together with Draco was more exhilarating than he had imagined and they had celebrated their first night together thoroughly – after first casting a permanent Silencing Charm on their now shared bedroom of course. It wouldn't do to have Teddy hearing them.
Green eyes glanced back at the gates swinging close behind him. He would have to make a decision eventually – but not now. He still had time.
Now he was going to pick up Teddy and spend the rest of the afternoon with his godson and boyfriend.
"'Ight, daddy," Teddy mumbled through a yawn, his eyes already closed as he curled his hands into fists.
"Sweet dreams, Teddy," Harry murmured and rose up from his chair, placing the fairy tales book back onto the shelf. He brushed Teddy's dark blond hair back, noting that it was nearly time to get it cut again, and tiptoed out of the room. A charm would alert him if Teddy woke up and needed him, but to be on the safe side he left the door ajar so he could still hear Teddy crying.
Ever since he had developed his speech, he had called Harry 'daddy'. Hearing Teddy call him that made him both happy and guilty, because the man who Teddy really should be calling dad wasn't here anymore to hear his son say that. In a couple of years he would explain to Teddy what exactly the difference was between a father and a godfather, but for now he would just leave it be. There wasn't any real harm done anyway with Teddy calling him dad.
Draco was lying on the couch, reclining against two pillows as he went through some notes. Grey eyes looked up when Harry entered the room and the notes were put on the table, together with the quill.
"Teddy asleep?" he inquired and spread his legs so that Harry could sit between them.
Strong arms wrapped around Harry's chest when he laid down, his back against Draco's stomach, lying low enough that he could rest his head on the blond's shoulder. "Yeah, guess the running around in the garden sapped all his energy," he chuckled, raising his knees so that he could rest his feet on the couch. "How's the studying going?"
"It's going well. I finally figured out where I went wrong with the potion two days ago," Draco replied wryly.
"Good to hear. The scent of rotten eggs is nearly gone too in the lab," Harry remarked dryly and snickered when the blond swatted his leg.
"A minor miscalculation; that's all," Draco muttered petulantly and shifted his arms, resting his hands on Harry's stomach.
For a while neither of them said anything and just relaxed in each other's company, listening to the birds chattering outside before they would go to sleep as well. Some crickets chirped faintly and in the distance there was a dog barking furiously before it quietened down as well.
Draco stirring behind him pulled the dark haired man out of the doze he had fallen into and he blinked rapidly, dispelling the fog in his head. A pale hand rose up from his stomach and enveloped his left hand, holding it up in the air in front of them.
"You know what would look good on you?" Draco asked; the timbre of his voice low, reverberating in his chest.
Harry grinned impishly. "Less clothes?" he suggested lightly, tilting his head back so he could look at the blond upside down.
Draco paused, visibly startled by the comment before he smirked. "While I do agree with that," here his eyes darkened visibly and Harry swallowed, "I'm talking about something else now."
Harry twisted around, kneeling between the older wizard's legs and cocked his head. Draco's hand had briefly loosened, allowing him to turn around, but now he took Harry's hand again. "What are you talking about then?" he inquired curiously, watching how slender fingers entangled with his own.
"A ring," Draco answered casually.
Still caught up in the sensation of smooth skin touching his own, Harry started absentmindedly, "I guess that would be nice – wait, what?" Astonished he stared at the grey eyed man, not certain whether he had heard him correctly.
Teeth dug into a lower lip, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth and grey eyes softened; something akin to nerves quickly flashing across his face. A hand dipped behind his back and when Draco brought his hand back in sight, he was holding a small, black, velvet box.
Harry's heart skipped a beat as he stared speechlessly at the box; the sound of his blood rushing loud in his ears.
Draco sat up straighter and folded his legs underneath him; the lazy, teasing atmosphere in the room changing almost imperceptibly, charged with tension, as the box was clicked open, revealing a silver ring with a single green line in the middle. The green line was made out of emerald and gleamed in the light.
"I realise we've only been together for a little more than a year," Draco started and his voice rang clear through the living room. "But we've known each other since we were eleven years old. We know each other better than anyone else. Harry, these past two years as your friend and this past year as your partner have been the best years of my life so far – and I know that it's only going to get even better. I hit my lowest point during the war – but you were there to pull me out of it. You didn't have to, but you still did it. Every day I wake up and I spend a moment telling myself that you're really here with me, that you love me back and I still can't believe that's real, that I'm really that lucky."
A self-deprecating chuckle escaped him. "Being with you – it's like a dream, something I never thought I would have. Sure, we fight sometimes and Merlin, you have to be the most stubborn, insufferable twat I've ever met - "
"Aw, Draco, you do know how to flatter someone," Harry teased, but there was a lump in his throat and tears were blurring his sight; his cheeks heating up as he gazed at the man who he had fallen hopelessly in love with.
"Shut it, Potter, don't interrupt me," Draco sniffed, but his eyes shone suspiciously wet and he cleared his throat; his hand holding the box wavering slightly. "Merlin, I can't believe I'm going to say something this sentimental, but I want to make you happy. I want to be the one who can make you smile every day. I want to be the one you come home to every day, the one you can share your trouble with. I want to grow old with you and watch you become even more annoying that you are right now."
He smirked, but his cheeks were dusted pink and he sounded slightly choked as he continued, "I love you and nothing, no force in the world, not anyone, is ever going to change that. I want to be a family with you and Teddy; I want to take care of you both. I want to make you as happy as you make me. Harry James Potter, will you marry me?"
Overwhelmed as he was, there was no doubt in his mind as Harry smiled, tears trickling down his cheeks, and answered, "Yes, I want to marry you!"
A blinding smile unfolded on Draco's face and he slipped the ring around the ring finger of Harry's left hand; a perfect fit.
"You don't know how happy you make me," Draco whispered, bending close to Harry; his hand tightening around the dark haired man's hand.
"I can make a good guess," Harry laughed watery and their lips met in a tender kiss; butterflies racing around in his stomach and the ring warming between their entwined fingers.
Outside, the day bled into night; the stars glittering as brightly as the emeralds adorning the ring.
When eyes opened, revealing emerald green, they fell on the ring adorning his finger and instantly all traces of sleepiness disappeared and he couldn't stop a big smile from spreading out on his lips; excitement bubbling up, spreading its bright glow throughout his body.
He was engaged. He and Draco were going to get married. Draco was his fiancé now.
Oh Merlin.
Discreetly he pinched his thigh and even though it stung and he hissed a bit, the smile never left his face. He probably looked ridiculous now, but he couldn't care less. He was going to marry the man he loved – he had the right to grin ridiculously now.
The door opened and he rolled around, the sheets twisted around his waist. "Teddy!" he said surprised, not having expected his godson to enter the room.
The two year old grinned widely; his hair darkening to a black blue and his bright blue eyes glittered as he toddled over to the bed, his small hands clutched around a small basket of –
Flowers.
The brown basket was filled to the brim with small, pink flowers. Each flower had five petals and a frilled margin; the spicy fragrance of the pink flower danced in the air, curling up into his nostrils.
"Fo' you, daddy!" Teddy chirped, holding out the basket. "Unca Dray give it!"
"Thank you, Teddy. Did you carry these flowers all by yourself? Such a big boy already!" Harry praised, accepting the basket and placing it next to him on bed, before he helped his godson climb up.
Teddy beamed. "Yes, daddy!" he replied proudly and giggled when Harry kissed his forehead. Plopping down on the bed, he snuggled into Harry's side with a happy sigh.
Harry's attention was suddenly caught by a golden card nestled in the right side of the basket and he extracted it carefully, eager to read it.
'Harry,
Words can't describe how happy you make me every day. No word in the English language is enough to convey how much I love you, but I hope that these garden pinks will at least give you a hint.
For once I'll make it easy for you and include the meaning of this specific flower – don't expect me to make it this easy for you all the time, my dear fiancé.
"Dianthus plumarius, more commonly known as garden pink, is the perfect choice if you want to convey pure love."
I'm looking forward to proving you how much I love you every day, Harry.
All my love,
Draco'
"Did somebody order breakfast in bed?"
Harry looked up and was met with the sight of a smirking Draco holding a tray. The tray contained a glass of orange juice; a bowl of cut up fruit; two slices of buttered toast and a plate with two fried eggs and bacon.
His heart skipped a beat and he grinned, his cheeks flushing. He was aware of how silly he must look right now, but who cared about that when his fiancé was bringing him breakfast in bed?
His fiancé.
Merlin, he would never tire of that word. His cheeks were starting to ache a bit with the force of his smile and as soon as Draco was close enough, he pulled him down by his collar to kiss him thoroughly, ignoring Teddy's "Oooh! Kissy!".
"Good morning," Draco murmured against his mouth, slightly breathless, as they broke apart.
Staring straight into molten silver, Harry smiled giddily and replied, "Definitely a good morning."
The first morning of the rest of their lives together.
Informing their friends and family that they were going to get married was … an interesting experience to say the least.
Andromeda was happy, congratulating them sincerely and hugging them both. Narcissa smiled and kissed their cheeks, her ice blue eyes warm as she regarded them and she made them promise that she could help planning their wedding. Lucius had a sour look on his face as if he had been sucking on a lemon and he had begrudgingly congratulated them. Harry was far too amused with his reaction to feel offended by the glare the older blond had gifted him with when his wife had looked away.
Now, Hermione and the Weasleys … Their reactions were quite mixed – something which Harry had anticipated, given the history between the Malfoys and the Weasleys, but it was still something that vaguely annoyed him. Hermione, predictably, was the first to congratulate them, kissing Harry's cheek and hugging him tightly, and even shaking Draco's hand, warning him to take care of her friend.
Bill grinned and shook their hands, while his wife Fleur hugged them both, surrounding them with her flowery perfume. George – who was slowly becoming the George they had known before, making peace with his twin's death – simply clapped their shoulders, a faint grin lingering around his mouth as he told Draco to better behave or he would find himself subjected to some creative pranks.
Percy merely nodded them, too busy with their paperwork. Charlie – who was home for a couple of days – congratulated them cheerfully, wishing them both the best.
Molly and Arthur – they had reserved smiles on their faces, clearly still not at ease around Draco, but their tone was sincere when they told the two men they were happy for them.
That only left Ron, who was as pale as a ghost, and Ginny, who had remained quietly next to Dean the entire time as her brothers and parents congratulated Harry and Draco.
Ron cleared his throat and stepped forward, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, I still think you can do better, mate," he said, ignoring Draco's growl. "But if he makes you happy, then, well, I'm happy for you, Harry. Congratulations on getting married."
"Thanks, Ron," Harry smiled warmly, knowing that in the end he could still count on his friend to accept his life choices – even if those choices were something the ginger haired man disagreed with.
That only left Ginny, who stared at Harry with pursed lips. The silence became stifling as the rest of the Weasleys glanced between her and Harry and Molly frowned.
"Well, congrats on getting married, Harry," Dean smiled, shaking Harry's hand and breaking the tense silence. His former classmate had apologised profusely to Harry when they saw each other again for the first time after Ginny had cheated on Harry with him, saying he had thought they had split up already because Ginny didn't talk about him anymore.
In spite of what Dean thought, Harry wasn't at all mad at him. Sure, he would have liked it more if Ginny hadn't cheated on him, but everything had worked out in the end and he was genuinely happy for the couple.
"Didn't think you'd be the first one to get hitched, but well, you've always been special," Dean laughed and winked.
"Life has a funny way of working out," Harry agreed with a grin; his silver ring glittering in the sunlight pouring through the window.
"I suppose I should congratulate you on your engagement," Ginny muttered; her brown eyes flitting towards Harry's engagement ring. A myriad of emotions swirled in her eyes, but Harry couldn't figure out exactly what they meant.
"Don't act too happy, Weasley, you might hurt yourself," Draco smiled sharply; grey eyes narrowed slightly.
Harry squeezed his hand warningly and hastened to say, before an argument could erupt, "Thanks, Ginny, I appreciate it."
Even if she hadn't congratulated them explicitly; this was the most he was going to get from her and he accepted that. If she wanted to continue holding on to a senseless grudge – because really, it wasn't as if Draco had ever actually done much to her – then that was her problem. Not his.
"Do you have a date in mind already?" Hermione asked and the atmosphere became lighter, her question breaking the tension.
Harry smiled and tugged Draco towards the couch, knowing that Hermione was going to have a fit when they told her they hadn't planned anything yet. Not planning anything immediately was akin to blasphemy in Hermione's world. He was going to enjoy this upcoming conversation immensely.
If anyone had told Harry a year before that Hermione and Narcissa would work closely together to organise his wedding, he would have laughed straight into that person's face and advised them to get their head checked.
As it was, they did work together and they were quite terrifying when they ganged up on him and Draco to convince them of something needed in the wedding.
They had handed over the majority of the wedding preparations to the two women; the both of them not really certain how they would go about it. Draco knew more about Bonding rituals and wedding preparations than Harry did, but he seemed content to let his mother take the reign. They had decided to get married in December, deeming a winter themed wedding perfect.
Overall the preparations went smoothly mostly thanks to Hermione and Narcissa, but a couple of meltdowns couldn't be avoided unfortunately. The first meltdown happened courtesy of Teddy, who, after a long day of being carried around, had grown tired of being put into various outfits and had started crying, stamping his feet on the ground as he refused to try out one more outfit. If Harry had to be honest, he couldn't really blame Teddy for having a tantrum; even he had grown weary of being dragged into various stores and he had been more than ready to go home and rest; maybe even bitch to Draco for putting him through that torture alone.
They had to postpone finding an outfit for Teddy until the week after.
The second meltdown was not really a meltdown per se, but more accurately Draco being pushed past his breaking point. With the wedding approaching fast, they still had to decide on the flavour of the cake. The blonde haired woman appointed to explain the different tastes had remained under the stubborn assumption that Harry was getting married to Hermione, despite his numerous corrections. After one "Maybe you'll like this one more; most women tend to like the fruity taste of this one." too many, Draco had snapped and the woman had been nearly brought to tears once the blond was done cussing her out and he had dragged Harry out of the bakery.
They didn't return to that particular bakery and instead had their cake ordered at a bakery they had initially ignored when they had gone to the first one.
Two weeks before the wedding, Parkinson had decided that she didn't like the colour nor the particular snit of her bridesmaid dress. Safe to say, Harry had never witnessed Hermione so furious before and the two girls had had a screaming match that had seemed to last for hours. He and Draco had slipped out of the room, silently agreeing that it would be best if they stayed out of the argument.
Unsurprisingly, Hermione had won the argument.
And then the day of the wedding arrived.
"So you're really sure about this, mate?" Ron asked dubiously, hovering near the doorway.
"Yes, Ron, I'm sure," Harry said patiently, repeating the reassurance for the umpteenth time. "Are you sure you're not going to object once we reach that part?" he added dryly, adjusting the flower in his breast pocket.
It was a Forget-Me-Not; the bright blue flower stood out starkly against his white shirt. It was the one flower he and Draco hadn't budged on when Narcissa had discussed flower arrangements with them. There were roses in various colours grouped in vases on the tables and aligned against the walls, but the two wizards had refused to wear anything but a Forget-Me-Not on their person. The blue flower represented true love and meant "key to my heart", which made it the perfect flower to wear. As soon as they had discovered the meaning, they both had known that this flower was the best choice for them. Their relationship had started with flowers – it was only natural they continued to use them for the most important day in their lives.
"Of course not!" Ron sounded insulted. "I accepted the git in the end, didn't I?" he continued sullenly.
"Hm, I guess you can put it like that," Harry murmured, mind flashing back to the day he had told Ron and the rest of the Weasleys that he was together with Draco.
"Out of all the people you could choose, why did you have to pick him?!" Ron snapped, waving wildly at Draco, who looked at him icily. He had been raging for quite a few minutes now, ignoring his mother's hiss to keep his voice down.
"Because he has taste obviously," Draco sneered and Harry was quite sure his gaze flitted to Ginny briefly.
"Taste?" Ron laughed incredulously. "Hit on the head too many times is more like it! Really, Harry, I don't care that you like boys, but couldn't you have picked someone better?"
"No, because I don't want anyone else," Harry snapped, anger flaring up in defence of the blond wizard. "I'm with Draco and I'm not planning on leaving him, so you better start accepting that fact!"
"All that time that you spent with that ferret – were you cheating on me then?" Ginny growled; her eyes practically shooting fire, while Dean lingered behind her awkwardly.
"Like I just told you, we've only been together for three months," Harry answered impatiently, irritation surging through him. Teddy whimpered, obviously disliking the raised voices, and buried his head into Harry's shoulder. "So no, I didn't cheat on you and don't call him that!"
"Accusing him of cheating on you is rich, Weasley," Draco snorted and his arm curled around Harry's waist, pulling him closer to him. His eyes glinted like stone as he continued coldly, "Who was it again who cheated on who? You know the saying: people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones? You're the perfect example of that, Weaslette. You might as well have your picture plastered next to the entry of hypocrisy in the dictionary!"
Ginny flushed an ugly red and Harry braced himself wearily. He knew that particular shade from when they had still been together.
The argument wasn't over by a long shot yet.
It had taken Ron a week to cool off; when they had met on neutral ground – which was the Leaky Cauldron – his friend had apologised, ashamed of his initial reaction. Harry had forgiven him, but not before warning him that he wouldn't tolerate any more insults towards Draco – he had told Draco the exact same thing. He wouldn't have his best friends and boyfriend behaving like cats and dogs the entire time.
Ginny had seemed content to ignore their rather vicious argument and Harry had followed her in that, not in the mood to keep arguing about it.
"And as long as you're happy, Harry, I'm happy," Ron muttered, looking a bit uncomfortable but sincere.
"Thanks, Ron. That means a lot," Harry smiled and nerves started racing through him when his eyes landed on the clock, announcing it was only a few more minutes until the ceremony would start.
Only a few more minutes until he and Draco were going to get married.
Oh god.
"Oh damn," he muttered and sank down on the chair, feeling a bit lightheaded. Now that the day was finally there, he could hardly believe he was actually going to get married today. After today they would be Bonded for life; there was no going back from this.
"Daddy?" Teddy waddled over to him, patting his knees gently. He was dressed in light blue robes – the only outfit which hadn't made him throw a tantrum.
"I'm okay, Teddy," he smiled reassuringly, but his hands wavered a bit when he reached out to hug his godson.
"You okay, Harry?" Ron asked worriedly, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Yeah, just a bit – nervous I guess," Harry replied, letting out his breath slowly.
"Well, you're going to get married to the git – it's no surprise you're nervous," Ron grinned, before his face softened and he glanced away. "Look, Bill was nervous too when he got married; guess it's something normal to feel."
"First time I'll be normal then," the dark haired man quipped, smiling down at Teddy who grinned back and hugged his neck tightly.
"Everything will be fine," his best friend stated confidently. "Now get out there before the ferret throws a fit."
"Stop calling him that, Ron," Harry sighed, but his nerves subsided a bit and he rose up from his chair; his hand wrapped around Teddy's smaller fist. "All right, guess it's time to go," he murmured and swallowed; butterflies racing madly in his stomach.
"Go get him," Ron grinned and lifted Teddy on his hip. Teddy would sit with his grandmother during the ceremony and Ron would be at his side as his best man.
Heart beating faster, Harry exited the room at the same moment the clock struck ten o'clock; ready to meet Draco at the altar.
It was time.
When pressed to answer, Harry had to confess that he couldn't remember much of the actual ceremony. He knew he and Draco said their vows at the right time, because the ceremony proceeded without any issues, but all he was aware of was the man standing next to him; the silver blue rope tying their wrists together and the loud sound of his blood rushing through his veins as the master of ceremonies guided them through the ritual and bound them for life.
Then they were suddenly sliding golden rings around each other's finger, emerald green locking onto silver grey, and at long last the master of ceremonies announced, "I hereby pronounce you husband and husband. By the will of magic, may your love never die. You may now kiss."
The moment their mouths locked together, Harry could feel his magic rising to the surface, dancing around him and entwining itself around Draco's, binding them more thoroughly than any other binding spell ever would. His heart sang and he was only vaguely aware of the guests applauding and cheering as they shared their first official kiss as a married pair.
They would soon leave to a remote island to spend their honeymoon there. Harry had made sure to not give his students any homework – and he would forever be grateful for Narcissa to have come up with the idea of sending Teddy part-time to the wizard equivalent of a kindergarten; Teddy needed the time around children to socialise – and Draco had put his studies on hold so they could properly enjoy each other.
Before they could leave, though, they still had to be present at the party where they would be surrounded by their guests; some happier than others to see them married.
But all that was shoved into the back corner of his mind for now.
All that mattered at this moment was the soft touch of lips against his own; warm, powerful hands resting on his lower back and the love shining clearly in mesmerizing grey eyes.
Nothing else mattered right now but the man in his arms.
His husband, his Bonded partner.
AN2: Not exactly confident about the last scene, but I'm rather proud how the whole proposal went - can a writer be proud of a scene? Anyway, I hope you liked it, despite how the last scene went.
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me!
Next - and last chapter - will be called English Daisy and Day Lily!
I hope to see you all back in the last chapter!
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