The wedding was scheduled for Boxing Day and Draco realized with a shriek that it was only three days away. He ran the plans again through his head. Was everything settled? Planned? Something was bound to go wrong, he just knew it.

Strong arms closed around him and that unmistakable scent of Harry Potter engulfed his senses. A kiss warmed a spot on his neck. "You're tensing again," purred that deep voice. "Relax. It's all taken care of."

He turned in Harry's arms and embraced him properly. "Of course you're relaxed. You haven't lifted a finger to do anything!"

"You wouldn't let me. Told me straight away I'd bollix it up. You have no one to blame but yourself."

He scowled. There had to be a way to make his anxiety Harry's fault. But he couldn't really think when Harry was doing that to his neck. Lips nibbled up and down the column of his flesh, sucking, nipping. Draco threw back his head to help.

"Gonna fuck you, Malfoy," growled Harry.

"Oh?" he asked dreamily.

"Yeah. Right here, right now."

"Silencing Charm!" he squeaked.

"Already taken care of. Silencing Charm-" Kiss. "Door triple locked-" Suckle. "Warded." Nip. "It's just you and me."

"Oh good," he sighed, falling back on the bed.

Harry pounced and immediately wrapped his lips around Draco's throbbing erection. "Ah!" Draco lifted his hips, unable to control them when Harry's warm mouth enclosed him like that. Then that tongue! It slithered and swirled up the shaft, dug into the ridge at the crown, slurped up the pre-cum at the slit, and then covered it again in lips that dragged down and up, sucking, creating incredible sensations that tightened Draco's balls. And then his warm hand rested there on his sac, just holding it. He fondled it, rolling the testicles, pulling gently on the flesh. The hand crept upward, behind. Draco had no choice but to open his legs as wide as they could go, opening his arse for Harry. And then that finger. Harry took the sweat from his crack and used it as lube to run around that tight ring, but it wasn't enough to push inside. A nonverbal served to lube him inside and out after that first attempt. Harry was thorough in his lovemaking. He knew every button to push, every place that Draco like to be touched and fondled. That lubed finger pushed inside that furled entrance, teased the hole a bit, and thrust hard, pumping in and out, and just scraped that spot inside that drove Draco mad.

Draco arched his back and lifted his hips again, and Harry swallowed him down to the root, sucking hard. Draco barely had time to say anything, didn't know if he actually did, when his balls contracted in a swirl of intense pleasure and he came, pumping into his lover's face, unloading into Harry's mouth. And Harry, sucking and slurping all his cum, seemed delighted to be doing it.

Draco pried open his eyes at the last second to watch his Harry, saw the blissful look on his face as he sucked and licked, knowing it was true, that he did love every moment of it.

"You've completely undone me," sighed Draco, meaning more than the sex. Harry couldn't seem to stop licking his penis. But then the sensation became too intense for Draco and he grabbed Harry's hair. "Stop! Please."

Harry grinned. His glasses had been abandoned earlier and he was putting them back on. He obviously wanted to see the next bit. "Too much for you?"

"You're always too much for me."

"Hope not. Now comes the best part."

Draco grinned back.

Harry pushed Draco's parted legs upward and looked down at his exposed arse with glittering eyes. "This is so mine," he rasped.

"So yours," Draco agreed.

Harry's dick was dark and pulsing. The tip was absolutely dripping with pre-cum. A long strand of it slid toward the bed. Draco licked his lips. He wouldn't have minded lapping that up but he was quite in the wrong position to do so.

Harry didn't prepare him. He didn't need to. Draco was so relaxed and open and lubed it wasn't necessary. Harry plunged, his thick cock spreading Draco wide.

It burned a bit, but Draco reared back, aiming his arse into Harry, and Harry buried his length inside him. He didn't wait. He pulled out a bit and then rammed in again. Draco rocked back with the force of it. "Oh yes!" he groaned. He loved being filled with Harry's cock, loved the thickness and the steely hardness of it, whether it glided over his prostate or not. "Fuck me, Harry! Harder!"

Harry obliged and Draco's whole body shook with the force of it. Harry's mouth was open as he panted and his eyes were rock steady either on Draco's eyes or his cock. Age was making it difficult for Draco to get hard again right after Harry made him come, but it didn't matter. Harry fondled it anyway and it still felt good.

Harry stiffened and changed his hands to Draco's waist and pumped hard for several seconds, juttering his hips, until he cried out and came. Hot juices flooded Draco's channel and Draco felt them slither out of him around Harry's deeply embedded cock.

They froze in that tense tableau for a long moment, until Harry's dick popped out and he gently relaxed beside and a little on top of Draco, helping him lower his leg so he could nestle his own legs around it. He laid his head on Draco's chest and kissed the flesh where his mouth rested. "Love you," he purred.

"I love you, too, you great, sexy man."

"Mmmm." He squeezed Draco and sighed. "We're going to be married."

A little thrill of excitement coursed through Draco's gut. "Yes. We certainly are."

"Then the whole world will know how much I love you." Harry was smiling, his eyes closed. Draco wanted him to take off his glasses as the frame was digging into his chest, but he didn't say anything.

"Is that important to you?"

Harry sat up, straightening those plain spectacles. "Of course it is. There have been so many lies printed about me over the years, so many people with misconceptions. And I want them to know how much you mean to me. How much you've always meant."

"You used to hate me."

"Maybe."

"And I used to hate you."

"No. You were just jealous."

"Was not!" and he pushed Harry off of him.

"Ooh. Struck a chord, did I?"

"Shut up, Potter." Draco slid out of bed and headed for the loo. He did his business, cast a cleaning charm on the sticky dried cum on his thighs, and returned, rather sulkily, to the bed. Harry smiled at him indulgently. He couldn't even sulk properly with Potter around. The man wouldn't allow him to. Thought it was "cute".

"We can't stay in bed all morning," said Harry.

"Well, I had been up, you know, until you dragged me back. You're such a mountain troll."

"And you hated every moment of it. I could tell."

He huffed impatiently and turned to give Harry a quick kiss, but the man had other ideas. He embraced Draco tightly and started a slow, seductive kiss, taking Draco's lips in his and gnawing and sucking on them. He opened his mouth and covered Draco's, sending his tongue exploring, lapping inside. Draco sank against him. It was no use when Harry wanted him. He was a goner. And Harry's kisses were too delicious. He forgot why he was annoyed and slid his hands around his man and dissolved into the kiss.

A few minutes later and they were drawing back from one another with wide grins on both their faces. "In three days," said Harry, "you are going to be my husband."

Draco couldn't get over how "into it" Harry was. He was pretty sappy about it, to be frank. But it made Draco smile. He stroked Harry's face, fingers running over the stubble. "You're a hopeless romantic, aren't you?"

"I guess so. I never thought of myself as that. But I really am looking forward to this. Almost more than my first wed-" He caught himself and bit his lip. The mood broken, he released Draco and sat back.

"Have you heard from Ginny?" Draco asked guardedly.

Harry shook his head. The man still thought that his ex-wife would come to the wedding after all. But she had been too hurt by the whole business. Draco didn't expect her to come. Arthur and Molly Weasley declined as well, in deference to their daughter's feelings. Harry said he understood, but he was hurt nonetheless. Ron and Hermione were coming, of course, along with their children Hugo and Rose. Teddy and Draco's Aunt Andromeda were also coming, which counted for guests on both sides of the family, he supposed. There was also Neville Longbottom and that strange woman from the Quibbler, Luna Lovegood, whom Draco hadn't seen since she was a prisoner in Malfoy Manor all those years ago. Draco's parents were obviously going to be there and Minerva McGonagall as well as that frightening giant Hagrid. Because the guest list was decidedly one-sided, Draco had invited his associate from work, Philo Philips who was delighted to come, along with his wife and three children. And that was all. That was enough, as far as Draco was concerned. He had sent a notice-not an invitation-to his former wife and she had sent a vague note in return along with a gift. Draco never bothered opening it. It was the first time he'd ever done that with a gift.

He petted Harry's hand in sympathy. Harry felt his emotions so deeply. Anything could hurt him and Draco hated to see it. He felt an almost feral need to protect him just as he felt for Scorpius. But in this, he was powerless.

Harry looked down at his hand and at Draco's ministrations and offered him a smile. "Thanks, sweetheart. Is there anything left for me to do? I feel rather badly that I haven't done anything."

"You've already got your dress robes, right?"

Harry nodded.

"And my wedding gift, I suppose."

Harry's eyes suddenly flew wide. "Er…."

Draco pouted. "You forgot."

"I…I…just need…to…ah…pick it up. Yeah. So I'll get dressed and do that right now, shall I?" Harry scrambled out of bed and into the bathroom. As soon as the door slammed Draco rolled back and laughed himself silly. It was impossible to feel this good. This loved! He'd never felt the like before. Oh, maybe when he was a child, but this was different from a parent's love. So different. He gloried in the feeling. Amazed that it had happened to him at all when he never, ever expected it. And with Harry Potter! Never in a million years would he have imagined it.

After Harry left the shower, dressed, and Flooed away, Draco got himself a bath. He had to Floo to the manor to make sure everything was settled. He wasn't quite sure about the menu and wanted to make a small change, clearing it first with his mother.

After dressing, he strolled down the corridor to Scorpius' room and gently knocked on the door. "Come in," said his son. Draco walked in and smiled. His son was lying on the bed poring over a Quidditch magazine that Albus had given him. In spite of it all, he really liked Albus, and even though his habits weren't the best, he thought he was good for his son. Which brought up a question he had wondered about before.

He sat on the bed and his son looked up at him, swiping a bit of blond fringe from his eyes. "Hi, Father. What's up?"

What's up. That was definitely an Albus-ism. Draco smiled anyway. "Just seeing how you're doing. The wedding is in three days."

Scorpius sat up and looked at his father with dark, slate eyes. "Yes, Father, I know. Are you getting cold feet? I've heard adults can get that."

"Of course not. I love Harry. I want to marry him. With all my heart."

Scorpius squirmed a bit at that and lowered his eyes.

"You're okay with this, aren't you?" said Draco. "It's okay to back out of the bridal party if you want to." It stabbed at his gut to say it, but he never wanted his son to feel ashamed of him or the Malfoys.

"Oh no, Father! I'm proud to stand up for you. I love you. And I really like Harry. You seem to belong together."

Draco pulled at his robe's lapel distractedly. "You think so?"

"Oh yes." Scorpius fell silent. "It's just…you know."

"Is it…about you and Albus?"

"Is what about me and Albus?"

"Well…I just wondered if your feelings for Albus…well…were more than friendship. And if they were then this marriage would complicate things."

Scorpius had a dull look in his eyes as he considered what Draco was saying. All of a sudden his eyes rounded wide. "What? You think Albus and I-Father! No!"

"It's all right, son. Who better to understand than me?"

"No, Father! NO! It isn't that way at all. I don't feel that way about Albus and he doesn't feel that way about me! Really! We're just mates. I like girls. I like-" And he blushed furiously and turned away.

Was it a sense of relief or disappointment he felt? Draco looked down at his son and shrugged. "Oh. Well, I just didn't want you to think we disapproved or anything."

"Merlin. No, Father. We're fine."

"So who is this girl you like? Anyone we know?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Oh." So it begins. He sighed. Secrets. Adolescence. Sex. Draco suddenly felt more distant from his son than he had ever been before. "Girls. Well, I'm afraid I won't be much help there. I suppose-" He reached into his thoughts and unpleasantly had to pull out one name. "There's always…Teddy Lupin…if you need girl advice."

He looked up at his father gratefully. "Yeah. I haven't thought of that. Thanks, Father."

Draco smiled weakly. "You're welcome. I'm going to the manor to check on wedding plans. Want to come with me?"

"No thank you. I want to read my magazines. Albus gave me a stack of them."

"That was nice of him."

"Father," he said soberly. "I know you don't think Albus Potter is a good influence on me, but he really is my best friend. Just friends," he emphasized with an embarrassed smile. "And he really means a lot to me. He was the only one-well. He had the courage to be a friend to a Slytherin. That means a lot to me. More than you'll ever know."

"Actually, I do understand. If Harry Potter and I had been friends all those years ago-"

"Then Albus and I wouldn't have existed."

Draco frowned. "Hmm. Maybe. But I do understand." He rose. "Then I'm off to the manor. If you need anything, the house-elves are here."

Scorpius rolled his eyes. As if he didn't know that.

Draco left for the Floo and walked out into Malfoy Manor.


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