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A Wedding Story	By : HPRndRobin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 9013 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Wedding Story

Chapter Ten

By Fyres Destiny

Harry frowned, a hiss of frustration escaping his lips as he fiddled with the unruly tie. �The blasted thing won�t lie straight!� he muttered, his scowl deepening as he glanced again in the mirror.
He�d never worn a tuxedo before, at first because the Dursleys had never bought him one, and then because, in the wizarding world, dress robes were the norm for special occasions. Except, it seemed, this wedding.
Albus had sidled up to him as he�d been heading towards the dungeons, and told him, quite explicitly, to wear Muggle clothing to the wedding. Before Harry had time to respond to this unusual request, the Headmaster had sidled off in the other direction, muttering inanely about castles and voices.
And so here he was, struggling with his first ever tie. Harry growled, at last fed up. Just as he�d reached out to rip the offending cloth off, a hand closed over his own, effectively thwarting his attempt.

�Allow me.�
Harry turned, startled, at the sound of a voice that wasn�t his own. His surprise melted to happiness, however, as he gazed into the black eyes of the man looking down at him. �How did you get in?� he whispered, a soft smile lightening his features.
Severus smirked, his hands deftly fixing the tie as he responded. �For a man who�s escaped Voldemort�s clutches numerous times, you can be quite daft.� Harry opened his mouth to argue, but Severus cut him off. �Your door was wide open. I suppose you didn�t know?�
Harry�s cheeks reddened. �I�er, I thought I locked it.�
Severus smiled, at last stepping back from Harry. �Done.�
Before Harry could complain about the loss of contact, he was distracted by the sight before him. Apparently, tuxedos could do wonders for a man�s looks. �Wow,� he muttered, gazing at Severus. Not that the man had looked half-bad before, but the black slacks and fitted jacket helped accentuate his dashing features all the more.
He took an unconscious step forward, yearning for contact with Severus. He reached up, intending to pull the man in for a kiss.
�Ah. I do hope I�m not intruding.�
Harry growled, although when he turned to face Dumbledore, his expression was a pleasant one. �Hello, Headmaster.�
Dumbledore stepped into the room, an amused smile on his face as he studied the two men before him, both with identical expressions of embarrassment on their face.

Severus nodded curtly, smoothing out his slightly wrinkled suit. �Albus.� Saying so, he walked past the Headmaster, stalking down the hall to his own room.
Harry smirked as he watched the other man; his walk, while intimidating in billowing robes, looked quite ridiculous in Muggle clothing.
�So, Harry, are you ready for this wedding?� Albus inquired, his eyes twinkling in anticipation. �I must say, I�m quite excited myself. I�m not particularly patient when it comes to secrets.� He chuckled, �I remember once when my dear brother Aberforth told me he had a surprise, and I�� he trailed off at the look on Harry�s face. Clearing his throat, he continued, �Ahem. Well, maybe this isn�t the time. Shall we go?�
Harry, who had been hoping that Severus would escort him to the wedding, glanced hopefully into the adjourning room, but the Potions master was nowhere to be found. Sighing disappointedly, he nodded. �Let�s go then, Professor Dumbledore.�
Albus shook his head in amusement. �Harry, how many times must I ask that you call me Albus? I am no longer your teacher.�
Harry nodded absently, still glancing about for Severus. Not sighting him, he reluctantly opened the door, gesturing the Headmaster out.
�Bye, Severus,� he whispered, before shutting the door behind him.
Severus, hearing the click of the door, stalked out of his rooms, looking for the source of the disturbance. He frowned, realizing that no one besides himself was left within the dungeons. Growling, he silently cursed the Headmaster for obstructing his attempt to escort Harry to the wedding, which was taking place in the Great Hall.
His good mood now dampened, he stomped out his rooms, and out the dungeons, a frown upon his face. With each step he took towards the site of the wedding, the noise and chatter increased, not helping his demeanor; Severus was not one for crowds and chaos.
At last, he stepped to the doors of the Great Hall, where there seemed to be a line to get in. As he stood patiently waiting his turn, he took the time to study the guests.
To his surprise, many of them were his own acquaintances, including, to his mortification, several Death Eaters.
�Name, please,� the boy at the door muttered, before glancing up from his guest list. �Oh! Professor Snape!� he yelped, reddening at the smirk Severus directed at him. He looked quickly back down at the paper, trailing his finger along until he found the name. �Ah, there you are, Sir.� Saying so, he took an envelope out of his satchel, and handed it to the professor. �It�s been sealed, Sir, and can only be opened once the ceremony is about to begin.� Gesturing towards the left side of the hall, he continued. �The list says you�re to be seated on that side.�
Nodding curtly, Severus took the envelope and headed towards where he�d been directed. His eyes swept the room for Harry, who, to his disappointment, had been assigned to the right side of the room. Sighing, he took a seat near the back, and waited patiently for the ceremony to begin.
Helga clapped her hands excitedly as she eyed the proceedings. �It�s finally happening!� she squealed.
Rowena, who was seated beside her, laughed. �It�s wonderful to see you smiling again, Helga.� She glanced at the clock beside her, and jumped up in surprise. �Oh! It�s time!� she exclaimed, seeing the hand had just ticked on to �Time for Wedding!�
Gryffindor jumped up. �Alright then, how�s this going to work again?� he questioned, nearly hopping up and down in anticipation.
Rowena sighed, shaking her head. �Helga will signal to Albus to open his envelope, which he will do. Inside, are his instructions.�
Godric slumped back down in his chair, pouting. �You mean there isn�t any fighting or brawling? No yelling? Shouting? Not even food?!� he muttered, looking oddly reminiscent of a three year old.
Slytherin smirked. �Ah, the simple pleasures of the Neanderthal, eating, drinking, and sleeping.�
Godric opened his mouth to reply, but Helga cut in, heading off the impending argument. �Honestly, you two, keep your eyes on the real matter at hand here!� she reprimanded.
Rowena shook her head. �Men.�
Dumbledore, who�d been standing rather awkwardly at the altar, pondering why he had not been assigned a seat, jumped as the castle suddenly spoke. �Open the envelope, Albus!� it said, its voice tinkling merrily.
He frowned. �But, they�re assigned to open at a certain time, are they not? All of them at the same time?�
�Yours contains the instructions for the ceremony. Now open it!�
Albus, sensing the castle�s frustration, quickly broke the seal, gingerly taking out the parchment within. His eyes widening at the instructions, he quickly cast �Sonorus� on himself.
�Hello, everyone. Welcome to the wedding of�well, I don�t quite know yet.� Some people laughed, but most just urged him to go on, wanting their curiosity satisfied. �According to these instructions here,� he waved the parchment at the crowd, �you are all supposed to open your envelopes�now!� As he spoke these words, the sound of ripping filled the air. Speaking louder to be heard over the chattering and noise, he continued, �If yours happens to say groomsmen or bridesmaid, please come up to the corresponding sides of the altar.�
Several people slowly stood up, among them Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Lucius Malfoy and Vincent Snuckmoor, and walked to the altar, their expressions ones of surprise and confusion.
The noise increased, as people started making wild guesses at the pair to be married. Dumbledore�s own eyes widened in shock, as he stared at the closest friends of his two most dear men, the ones he considered his own sons.
�Ahem. If your card says �Love� please take your places at the altar��
The level of noise now reached an unbearable level, and the people still seated looked around to see the two who were, obviously, the bride and the groom.
Dumbledore tried to quiet the unruly crowd, which didn�t work, despite his �Sonorus� charm.
Ironically, the grooms� identical yells of surprise were heard quite clearly over the crowd as their eyes locked.
�What?!�
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