Draco's POV.
"You better treat her right!" Jake told me as he helped me do my hair. I hated people going near my hair, but it was different this time; Ron, Jake, George and Neville- who'd suprisingly stayed in touch- were helping me get ready for the wedding that was bound to happen in half an hours time.
"So, whod you say this guy was again?" George muttered. I'd grew very fond of the hilarious Weasley twin.
"My soon-to-be-wife's crush. I think." I raised my eyebrow at him and Jake blushed, proving me right.
"Er, mate, I'm pretty sure I can hear Harry crying from here." I gazed at Ron in confusion.
"How-"
A loud sob erupted.
"Well, he doesn't hesitate to show his feelings. Wimp." Jake Puretela insulted. Standing, I shoved him back.
"If you ever say anything bad about him, I will personally slice your neck off and make your head into a human smoothie." I snapped. Neville placed a hand on my shoulder, somehow calming me.
"Can I let him in?"
"Sure."
Purposely ignoring my original ideas on not giving in, I strode over to the door and threw it opened, only to be met by warm arms. I immediately melted into his grip, purring softly as I pecked his cheek.
"What is it, baby? What are you crying for?"
"Please don't go."
I heard the Weasley boys and Neville awe, causing Harry to bury his now adorably rosy red cheeks into my chest.
"You'll find someone better, dear. Who said I was leaving you forever?"
He suprised me by glaring at me, his voice shaking so much it pained to hear as he yelled.
"Better?! I don't want anybody else! There's nobody else out there who'll sing to me when I'm upset, or-or let my play with their hair and let me sleep with them because I'm too scared! Or somebody who would build my trust up enough to shower with me when I'm terrified to do it alone! Don't you understand, Draco? I need you, nobody else. I-I want you." He choked on his sobs, coughing a lot more and I just stood there, staring in shock.
"Say something." George grumbled to me. Coming back to reality, I looked back at this broken man. Harry Potter, the only guy I've ever loved, is standing infront of me,begging me to stay when in reality, I don't even want to leave.
"H-Harry... Please stop crying-"
"Why?! No matter what I do, nothing's going to change the fact you're leaving me." He gasped for breathe, too busy using it on his weeping.
"But I want to see you smile, honey. I want to know that I can do this, even if I don't want to. I just need to see that beautiful smile..." I pleaded however he turned the other way.
"I wasn't even good enough to be allowed to help dress you, huh?" He sniffed, laughing harshly.
"That's not-"
"Whether it was or wasn't what you intened, Malfoy, it doesn't matter anymore. Nothing does."
Before the prat could turn, I pulled him back towards me.
"It doesn't? 30 minutes, Potter. You're clever. Think of a plan, yeah? Actual fact, come on in, love. It's nice having you about in moments like this."
I smashed my lips onto his, and he calmed down, closing his eyes.
I grinned before breaking away.
"Sure? I-I don't want to distract you-"
"Get in here, baby. You can sit on my lap and keep me warm." I winked, a smirk plastered onto my paining face.
He blushed, causing me to drag the adorable twat by the arm over to the chair. I sat down and patted my lap, which was then filled with Harrys bottom.
He wrapped his arms around my neck, legs around my waist as he yawned into my ear. I rocked him slightly like he was a little baby. And he was. He was mine.
"Don't, Dray, I'll fall asleep. My suit is already creased, but nothing magic can't fix." He mumbled softly and delicately as he yawned again.
"What happened to your idea of wearing a dress for me, babe?" I smirked, licking a long strip across his cheek. He smiled faintly, eyelids fluttering shut as he placed his head on my chest, messing up my tie.
"Narcissa didn't let me."
I chuckled, grinning uncontrollably.
"What?! Of course she wouldn't! You actually wanted to?!"
"W-well, yeah." He yawned again, "You said that if I did, you'd- you'd give me- give me..." He trailed off for a few seconds, probably trying to wake himself up a little, "You'd-"
"I know what I said. But you look equally as dashing in that suit of yours, Potter-"
"Not mine. Yours, actually." He smiled sleepily up at me, making me fall in love with the bundle all over again.
"Knew I'd seen the damn thing somewhere. Makes sense, considering you have no fashion sense whatsoever. You look handsome though. I'd sure as hell still sacrifise my night willingly to be with you." I blew on his neck, however his eyes were already shut by this time. He whined and nested closer into my warmth.
"Did you get any sleep last night?" I asked quietly.
"You left at 1 AM. Of course I didn't. I was too busy worrying about you and my mind's a lot colder than the breeze."
I pressed my lips to his cheek as George continued to mess about with my hair. There wasn't much you could do, but they all enjoyed playing with the gorgoues thing too much, I guess.
"Sorry. I love you. Go to sleep. I'll think of something to get us out of this mess."
"Love you too." He smiled softly up at me, before dissapearing in his sleep.
"Aw!" George cooed, smirking cockily.
"Is he out?" Neville questioned, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"Yep." Jake answered, staring at the bundle in my arms.
"I didn't know Harry could be so soft for Draco." Ron grinned.
"Hm..." I felt my cheeks heat up.
"Well, come on! Sort out his hair! Twenty minutes to go!" Jake ordered. This would be a long day.
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There was a knock on the door.
" 'Mione-"
"Ron, where's Draco? We're all waiting." She spoke urgently but softly, obviously knowing how much I didn't want this.
"A bit occupied." George grumbled. He was right. I was trying to wake up the Harry that was clinging onto me.
"Come on, baby. Wakey wakey..." I shook his a bit but he just snored in response.
"Hurry!" Puretela demanded, pulling him off me as he came in contact with the floor.
"Oh! SHIT!" Potter yelled, waking up and rubbing his head, trying to find his smashed glasses. I growled. How dare he touch him!
"PURETELA! THERE'S GOING TO BE TWO CEREMONIES TODAY; MY WEDDING AND YOUR FUNERAL! GET HERE YOU FUCK-"
Harry stopped me with his lips trailing down my neck, causing me to tremble slightly and moan.
"Calm down. It's your big day today." He reminded, "Come on. Shush. Good man."
I wrapped my arms around his waist, taking in the scent of his hair.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, I am."
I glanced at him, unsure. He smiled, biting his lip and furrowing his eyebrows. He looked confused.
"Alright. Let's get going. First row beside mother."
I set off down out the door but was met by my mother who stopped me.
"Erm, me and Harry are walking you up. Incase you forgot... I mean, it's supposed to be father and mother but your dad-"
"I know where he is. I hate him anyway. I can walk myself-"
"No."
I turned around and Harry smiled softly, taking my arm in his.
"Let us go then, Narcis."
I groaned as my mum took my other arm and I was forced up the aisle.
"Er, hey." I grumbled to Astoria as the two took their seats beside Ron, Hermione, George, Molly, Arthur, Ginny, Charlie, Percy and Bill. I hate it. The Weasleys should contain of seven living children. They still have seven children.
But I know it's affected George the worst. Hell, he's even left a space inbetween him and his mother. I watched him glare at anyone who dared to take a seat there. He was saving it.
I just hoped Fred was with me right now in spirit form, because hell do I need him. His and George's pranks could get me out of this right now.
A shiver went down my spine, just thinking about his grave. It lead me to think of James and Lily Potters' grave, that now lay beside Sirius' and Remus'. Freds lay infront off the four, waiting for his twin to join him in the future. Oh how I wish it was me instead.
"Do you, Draco Malfoy, take Astoria Greenass to-"
"Greengrass!" Her father interupted, making me smirk to myself.
"Greengrass," The man corrected, clearly not bothered, "To be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I-I-" I gulped, avoiding Harry's eye contact, "Do?"
"Do you or don't you, boy?" The man demanded.
"Yeah-Yeah." I rubbed the back of my neck and she rolled her eyes.
"And do you, Astoria Greengrass, take Draco Malfoy to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I have to." She muttered, a tear rolling down her cheek. Clearly she was thinking of Jake. Puretela was an asshole, though and she seemed pretty chill.
"Any objections-"
"Wait." I heard a feeble voice call.
I sighed and faced Potter, who was coming closer to me. He wrapped his arms around me and I heard him crying.
"I want you to know that I'll always love you and-and I'm sorry if I ever dissapointed you." He spluttered, placing his head on my shoulder.
"You'd never dissapoint me. Staying alive is all I can ask from you." I kissed him passionately, when Mr Greengrass raised his wand.
"Mr Potter, I highly advise moving-"
Harry broke away, and I watched his emerald eyes narrow. He growled, sticking his arms out as if trying to protect me.
"No! He's my man! Mine!"
I smiled, blushing furiously.
"Potter." I warned, and Hermione quickly trued to remove him.
"No! Hemmy, no! Mine! My Dwaco! He's mine!"
I stared at him in awe at the fight he was putting up, and at the fact he ended up saying Dwaco instead of my name because of how fast he was saying it all. Smirking, I pulled him towards me and squeezed his cheeks.
"Yes, Harry. Yours. But not right now, okay? Go sit down-"
"No! You're supposed to be with me, Dray. Forever, baby. Please..."
I removed his glasses and wipped his tears with my thumb.
"Calm down. Please, Potter, we knew this day would come. Go and take a seat next to dear mother, alright?"
"I thought you loved me, you stupid blond kitten." He grabbed his glasses and sulked back through the door to the room I was dressed in. I huffed before turning back, to realise Astoria wasn't there.
"Strange. My wife's gone." I spoke aloud, before glancing over at Jake, who, as I expected, was nowhere to be seen, "Well, Puretela has some explaining to do. Shoved me in this stuffy suit when he was going to run away with her-"
"They're gone!" Her mother shreeked, leaping to her feet.
"You're a bit slow, I do say!" I gasped dramatically, rolling my eyes, "I just stated that, keep up."
"Find them! And as for you, Mr Malfoy," Mr Greengrass stood up, glaring at me as if I was the runner in this situation, "You stay right where we can see you, or else you're all dead."
"All? Are you seeing double-"
I raised my hands in up in surrender, stopping myself as he raised his wand.
"That's what I thought. Let's get going! They can't be far-"
"Apparation. Stop living like a muggle." I mumbled, rolling my eyes before wandering to mother, "Stay safe, alright? We'll think of a plan to get us all out of this."
She nodded, her breath seemingly trapped in her throat as I turned to walk away.
"Wait."
I faced her with a raised eyebrow. She carried on, taking the hint.
"There was one way that your father and Mr Greengrass discussed, but I didn't see how it was possible."
I felt my heart stop. Why didn't she tell me before?
"What is it?" I muttered, avoiding ere contact.
"If you get married before the wedding."
"Mum! Me and Harry! Right now!" I yelled, "Go tell the guy. Quick whilst the Greengrasses are gone!"
She jumped up, sprinting incredibly fast in her dress to the man whilst I dashed into the changing room.
"Harry!" I snapped. The crying man shook his head.
"Aren't you married yet?"
"Harry, listen to me, love. Jake and Astoria ran away. Befor ethey find them, if me and you can get married, then-then I won't have to go through with his. You could be my husband. I-I can be with the one I love. Please."
He glanced up at me hopefully.
"But Draco, I need to tell you something. Before all of this." He gulped. I hurried him out of the room.
"What is it?!" I asked urgently.
"I have the cells and magic to produce a baby. And, I-I..."
"Wait, last night?"
We had gotten excited and needy last night, which lead to a few thinds, which is why Potter was so upset I had ditched him by morning. But he shouldn't know yet. Should he?
"I don't kn-know, Drake. But the thing is, I don't remember us using any protection."
I slapped a hand to my forehead. He was right. We didn't. This could mean I could be a father.
"Well, whatever happens," I sighed, taking a deep breath, "As long as I'm with you, it'll all be completely alright."
He smiled, holding my hand.
"You promise to love me forever?" He whispered.
"Oh, darling, I wouldn't be able to stop myself even if I tried." I met his eyes, but it didn't last long as he pressed his lips to mine. It was a slow kiss, however didn't last long.
"Come on then. Let's go get married at 19." He grinned and I returned the smile, before pulling him up.
"Uhm, change of plans. I'm not married to Astoria, instead I'm marrying Harry."
"But you said you did. That's cheating." The man replied.
"She ran away with another man during our wedding. Who had it worse?"
He shrugged.
"Do you, Harry James Potter, take Draco Lucius Malfoy to be your lawfully wedded husband who you will care for through sickness and strength and love through thick and thin?"
"I do. This life and the next." He met my eyes, looking up through his black messy hair I'd be able to run my hands through for a lifetime. I smiled. He was beautiful, and right now, he was all mine.
"And do you, Draco Lucius Malfoy, take Harry James Potter to be your lawfully wedded husband who you will care for through-"
"Hell yes, I do." I cut the man off by smashing my lips to Harry's.
Who would have thought that me and my old enemy of six years who fell into a coma for a year, would love each other after two months of living together?
I did.
What? Just being honest. I mean, he did kiss me the second he woke up so that was a good sign.
But hell did I get lucky. This man was brave yet so broken, calm yet so mad to anyone who crossed the line, innocent yet so wild when it came to love, and most of all, beautiful when it came to being a good person. He was good looking too. BONUS! YES DRACO YOU GO.
Okay but honestly, how did me, a horrible son of a death eater get to marry The Boy Who Lived? I mean, despite my killer looks. JOKING. I'm actually insecure. But that's one thing Harry doesn't need to know.
"But rings-"
"Really, Potter? Think I'd be unprepared? I was hoping, so, even if I did get married to Astoria, I'd give you this anyway. Finger."
He grinned sheepishly, putting out his hand. I held it gently, sliding on a gorgoues crown wedding ring with the letter H&D♡ carved into the back. It was a princess' crown; gold with silver lining coated with little diamonds. Only the best for my princess.
He peered down at it in awe, making me feel proud.
"Draco.... It's-it's..." He covered his mouth in shock as tears rolled down his cheek.
"Do me a favour, princess, slip that one on my finger?"
He nodded, grabbing my hand and pushing mine on. My ring was much simpler: Diamonds coated on silver, that branched off and snaked together repeatedly until it met again in the centre, where there lay a diamond block. Stunning, really.
"You amazing man. I love you with all my heart." He threw his arms around my neck and I grinned, spinning him a little and earning whistles from The Wealeys, Granger, my mother and Longbottoms (he brought his grandmother).
At that moment, as I joined my mouth with Potters once again, the door was pushed open and Astoria and Jake were dragged in by their ears. I smirked, breaking away and pulling my baby closer.
"Too late." I showed my ring, "I'm a married man."
"No!" Mr Greengrass boomed, aiming his wand at Harry. I wrapped my other in a hug, pulling him quickly over to my mother and sitting him down.
"You can't hurt him! That was the deal! I marry your daughter unless I'm already married!"
"I don't care, you'll-"
"My son won't do jack shit for you." My mother stood up and I smirked. Some serious stuff would happen. Usually does when my mothers angry, because generally she's a calm and collected person.
Unless somebody messes with the people she loves. Thats why I adore her so much.
"Expelliarmus!" She shot the man's wand out of his hand and I grinned, "That was the deal, Greengrass!" She snapped, "You leave my son and his lover alone now!"
"Your father will pay for this..."
"He's already doing his punishment. Years in Azkaban! Bad man or not, don't you dare mention him. He's still my father, whether I like it or not!" I shouted, raising my own wand and clenching my jaw, "Leave my family alone. Thats means all of these people here behind me today! The Longbottoms, the Weasleys, the Grangers and the Malfoy and Blacks... All of us!"
As soon as the family name Black left my tongue, Harry shivered and looked at the ground. Don't balme him. Sirius, Remus, James, Lily, Fred... None of them deserved death. Neither did the hundred others whos lives were taken. But, as famous Albus Dumbledore once said, Don't pity the dead. Pity the living, and above all, pity those without love.
It's the one thing I actually agreed with him on. Harry had told me he said it to him, and I have to say, I'm glad he did, because it had seemed to help the troubled living boy infront of me.
The Greengrasses snarled, but Astoria pulled Jake up to the altar.
"Dad, Jake is going to marry me-"
"Woah, I need to be paid for three weddings now. Do you know hwo much effort this is?" The guy marrying them groaned and she rolled her eyes, stuffing some galleons in his hands. He grinned.
"I-Oh whatever. I'm done with this family."
I smirked, before looking at my new husband and embracing him.
How'd I get so lucky?
A/N
And this is probably the end. I'm sorry. It's been a good ride with all you supporting me but the time has come when I can't simply write anymore on this fanfiction. It has to end sometime. Atleast it was a happy ending and got better for the both of them, like it will for you.
Stay strong my beauties!