Harry had a bit of wedding jitters. After all, it was to be at the manor and that was a place that still made him nervous.

Ron, Hermione and their family were sitting with him in the library of their London house with Albus, James, and Lily. Everyone was in their finest dress robes. Harry pulled at his collar again and James nudged him. "Dad! Leave it alone!"

"All right. I just think it's a bit tight."

"It's perfectly fine, Dad."

"You look very handsome," said Lily.

He smiled at his daughter. "Thank you, sweety." He sighed deeply. "Isn't it time to go yet? What time is it anyway?"

"Same time it was five minutes ago when you asked," said Ron. "Only now it's five minutes later."

Hugo grinned up at his father.

Harry stood. "Maybe we should just go."

"Blimey," said Ron. "You're as nervous as a rat at a Kneazle convention."

Hermione stood. "We might as well."

"Lily," said Harry, whipping around toward his daughter. "You have the rings, right?"

"Of course, Dad, They're right her-uh oh."

"No! No, don't say that, darling. Draco will kill me."

She looked desperately in her little flowered basket before raising a wide grin to him. He could see faint freckles running along the bridge of her nose. "I was only joking. Here they are, Daddy."

Harry pressed a hand on his heart. "Ha, ha. Yeah. Maybe jokes later, sweety."

She turned to James and wrinkled her nose at him. "See! I told you I had the nerve. You owe me five Sickles."

Harry leaned into James, who was trying to control his giggles. "I'll deal with you later, young man."

Harry lined up his children in front of the hearth. "Hermione, maybe you should go first."

"All right." But she paused and took Harry by the shoulders. "You have nothing to worry about. It's going to be beautiful. And you are a very lucky man."

He smiled. "Thanks, Hermione."

"Come along, kids," she said, including her own. She Flooed over first and then the others went one at a time.

Ron and James were left and Harry looked over at his best friend. Ron cocked an eye at James who seemed to get the secret message and stepped away from them. Ron put his arm around Harry's shoulders and led him a little ways away. "Look, mate, I know this is tough."

"I wish your parents had come."

"You know they couldn't."

Harry sagged. "I know. Have you…have you talked to Ginny?"

Ron nodded. "Yeah. She's…as good as expected." He withdrew an envelope from his robes. "She gave me this to give to you. Maybe you'd like to read it now."

Harry took it and looked at the familiar writing on the front. It said only "Harry." "What kind of mood was she in when she wrote this?"

Ron chuckled. "I'm sure it's all right."

He slipped away from Harry to talk quietly to James.

Harry turned the sealed envelope over and over in his hands. Finally, after a deep breath, he tore it opened with a fingernail. Pulling out the folded parchment, he straightened it and read:


Dear Harry,
     I've thought about writing this a thousand times at least, and each time I just couldn't seem to do it. We've talked, I know. But I could never seem to say all the things I needed to say. Just too hurt, I guess.
     I really loved you. Of course you know that. I will always love you. Some part of me will always feel like a part of you. Do you think that's true? And not just because of the children. I know we were happy once. And I felt so special knowing that it was me making you happy after all the crap you had to endure over the years. Now, I suppose, that role belongs to someone else.
     I guess at first I hated you for this. What else was I to feel? And the fact that it was Malfoy on top of it? We all hated him so much. Even after all these years had past, it still felt normal to at least dislike him. I felt doubly, maybe triply betrayed because it was a man and because of who it was. And I've been trying to deal with it. Everything I've heard from the kids seems to tell me that Malfoy is all right. So I guess he is.
     The kids seem so resilient. I resented that, too. But despite their show, it has been quite hard for them, even Lily. But. That being said, they are Potters and they know how to overcome any obstacle. Me, too. I'm learning.
     If Malfoy makes you happy, if you really love him, then I truly do wish you well. I can't be at your wedding. Too painful. But it will all be fine. I can't really believe the Ferret is your true love but you never have done anything the easy way, have you, Potter? J Anyway, have a great wedding day. I'll see you soon.
Love, always,
Ginny

Harry hadn't realized that tears were streaming down his face until James touched his sleeve. He looked up. Ron had gone and Harry hadn't even heard him.

"Is it from Mum?" asked James.

Harry nodded, throat still too constricted to reply.

He looked at his son, slowly becoming the spitting image of his mother. "Don't worry, Dad. I know she wants the best for you. And Aunt Hermione is right. I think that Mr. Malfoy is a pretty lucky man as well."

Harry hugged his son. "Thank you, James. For everything."

"Dad, it's probably not going to be easy for any of us for the next few years. At least until we really get used to it all. And all the teasing," he added sullenly. "But just...understand how it is for us."

That boy was growing up before his eyes. Harry nodded solemnly. "Oh, Jamie, I know. I do."

James wore a small smile. "You haven't called me 'Jamie' in a long time."

"I don't know why I did. You're such a young man now."

James straightened a little taller. "Sort of the man of the house these days."

It took the air from Harry's gut and he clutched the boy's shoulder. "Yes. You know, Mum will come around eventually. When she gets over being hurt."

"I know. We all will."

"And yet you are all here today. You don't know how much I appreciate that from you kids."

"We do know. And we love you, Dad. We just want you to know that."

He hugged his son, squeezing, until James squeaked, "Dad! Can't breathe!"

Harry released him. "Sorry." He pushed the boy's fringe off his forehead with a gentle gesture.

"Let's go, Dad. After all your pacing, you don't want to be late."

"Okay." He tucked the letter into his robes and prodded his son into the Floo first.

When he stepped outside at Malfoy Manor, a pavilion was set up in the snow. Warming charms pulsed everywhere, and even though there was a light snowfall, the evening air was perfectly comfortable, thanks to the Malfoys' spell expertise.

Harry looked around. It was incredibly beautiful, in fact. The horizon was a deep blue set with a crimson line, and the snowflakes caught the hundreds-no, thousands of candles floating above the heads of the guests. An officiating wizard waited at the far end of a long trail of green pine needles under an arch of winter-blooming white roses. Fairies lit the arbour and with the snow, everything seemed to be glittering.

There was music coming from somewhere, counterpoint to Hagrid's loud weeping. Minerva McGonagall was patting him hard, trying to stop him.

And then, suddenly, Draco was beside him. "Welcome to your wedding, Harry."

He smiled and kissed Draco's soft, slightly pink cheek. "Thanks. You look, gorgeous, by the way." And he did. Malfoys were designed for dress robes, Harry decided. They never looked stiff in them. He noticed Scorpius beside him and was taken aback. The boy was Draco in miniature.

"Hello, Harry," he said. "Hello, James."

"Hey, Scorp," said James. "Ready to become step brothers?"

Scorpius smiled. "More than ready."

Harry felt his heart would burst. He was filled with such a sudden rush of emotions he didn't think he could contain it. He took Draco's arm and looked at their two groomsmen. It had never occurred to him before that they would be, in effect, step brothers but they had obviously given it more than a passing thought themselves.

Down the aisle they went, Lily in the front with her basket couching their rings.

They stopped before the old wizard, who was smiling at them. "It is always my very great privilege," said the man, "to preside over a gathering of love. And tonight is no exception. Who speaks for this man?" he asked, gesturing toward Draco.

Lucius and Narcissa rose. "We do," said Lucius and with a stately glance around to the small gathering, sat again.

"And who for this man?" he asked again.

Albus, Lily, and James cried in unison, "We do!"

The assembled laughed. "Very well. I take it there are no objections?" He made a cursory glance across the faces and nodded. "Well, then. Please join hands, gentlemen." Harry took Draco's hand. He could feel it tremble under his grip. Harry had married for love once before, but Draco had not. It probably meant quite a bit to the Slytherin. "Draco Lucius Malfoy." Draco raised his chin and Harry gazed fondly and probably quite goofily at his lover. "Do you take this man to be your husband; to love, honour, and cherish; to have and to hold from this day forward; for better or for worse; for richer or poorer; in sickness and in health; till death do you part?"

His voice was hoarse when he replied, "I do."

Turning to Harry, the old wizard said, "Harry James Potter. Do you take this man to be your husband; to love, honour, and cherish; to have and to hold from this day forward; for better or for worse; for richer or poorer; in sickness and in health; till death do you part?"

"I do!"

They looked at each other then, and smiled.

"Have you the rings?"

Lily dug into her basket and handed the correct rings each to James and to Scorpius. Scorpius looked so pale that Harry thought he might faint. Each best man handed their ring to the wizard. "The ring is a symbol of permanence," he went on. "It is a neverending circle, with no beginning and no end. Each will wear a ring as a symbol of this permanence and a symbol of their love."

The assembly all startled when Hagrid sobbed loudly. They all looked at him but he waved them off when he buried his face into a large, tablecloth-sized handkerchief. McGonagall gave him a withering look.

The wizard handed Draco a ring first. "Please place this on your beloved's finger." Draco took Harry's left hand and smiled a soft smile. "My beloved," he whispered for Harry's ears alone. He slipped it on his finger and Harry felt its warmth. He did the same for Draco and they held hands again.

"Then, with vows and rings exchanged, it is my very great pleasure to pronounce you two married! Congratulations. You may now kiss one another."

Harry had been waiting for that all day. He leaned in and took Draco in his arms, pressing a delicate kiss to his new husband's lips. "I love you, Draco," he whispered. There were tears in those grey eyes.

And then it was a whirlwind of congratulatory slaps on the back, kisses, and cheering. Harry and Draco were led to the head table where champagne from the Malfoy cellars was poured and toasts were given. Scorpius rose with his glass. Everyone suddenly quieted.

"Ahem. Grandfather, Grandmother, Father, and Harry. On behalf of the Malfoys, I should like to welcome everyone here on this happy day." He turned to Harry and Draco. "I don't suppose a year ago any of us expected to be here." There was some laughter and Scorpius waited until it died down. "But here we are now." He looked at the assembled faces peering up at him and his own face grew solemn. "I should like to tell you all a bit about my father. I know that some of you have your own perceptions from years gone by. All I can tell you, is that I know the man he is today, not the boy he might have been. My father is a fine man. He's clever and he's loving...and he's always let me have my own way." Scorpius smirked. Harry couldn't believe how much like Draco he looked in that instance. "But in this, in this wedding to Harry, no one could have stopped him. Why? Because it's love. I think we can all agree that love is the strongest magic there is. And although I know that there might have been much pain associated with all this-" He glanced regretfully at the Potters all sitting together and watching him. "--I know that for whatever you truly want there is always a price to be paid. As for me, I'm gaining a whole family-" His voice broke and his mouth trembled. But he mastered himself by raising his chin-a very Malfoy-like gesture, Harry decided--and ploughed on. "A whole family of brothers and a sister. I've met an aunt whom I didn't know existed and a cousin I have finally met. If love can do all that, then it can't be wrong. So...." He raised his glass even as silver tears ran down his cheeks. "Here's to my father...and my new father. A very hearty congratulations. I love you both."

Everyone drank. Harry put his arm around Draco who was openly sobbing. There wasn't a dry eye in the house.

The house-elves began to serve the feast and all the intimate tables, lit with fairy lights, were as beautiful as anything Harry could have imagined. Harry glanced often at his lover-husband, he supposed-catching him unawares, watching his interaction with Harry's children and the other adults as they conversed. He felt that goofy grin on his face again. Gosh, he liked Draco! Wherever had that come from? He liked the sound of his drawling voice now, the tilt of his head, the look of his graceful fingers on the Malfoy silverware. He liked his playful jokes, his turns of phrase, his pouting, his tantrums, his insistence on his own way, his-

"Potter," hissed Draco. "You're staring at me."

Harry blushed and smiled. "I know. It's a lovely view."

Now it was Draco's turn to blush. He tilted his head in that delightful way. "What am I going to do with you? You are an unabashed romantic."

He leaned over and kissed Draco's cheek amid the expressions of disgust of his children. "Yeah. Aren't you lucky?"

After the dinner, everyone mingled. Neville came up to Harry after the dancing began. He looked around. "I don't see Ginny," he said.

Harry offered a weak smile. "She wouldn't come. Who could blame her?"

"Ah," said Neville, nodding. "Still too fresh, eh? Well, we'll give her time, won't we." And he wandered away. Harry frowned at the strange use of "we" but thought no more about it when Andromeda sauntered toward him.

"It was a beautiful wedding, Harry," she said. She seemed to be trying awfully hard to look only at Harry, but Harry could tell she was snatching wistful glances all around her.

Then Draco arrived with his mother in tow. "Aunt Andromeda," he said to the startled witch. "My mother expressed a desire to talk to you."

Andromeda stiffened. "Are you certain about that?" she said. "It has been well over forty years since we last spoke."

Narcissa moved forward. "Andy," she said softly. "I've been such an old fool. I have missed you."

Andromeda looked up at her sister and Harry could well see the resemblance. "Blood traitor that I am?"

Narcissa waved her hand at that. There were crystal tears glistening on her pale lashes. "What does it all matter now? Bella and Ted are long dead."

"Yes. They are. I wished you had gotten to know him. And my daughter."

Narcissa lowered her head. "I do regret that."

"Although," said Andromeda, her voice less strained. "I think your grandson, Scorpius, is making up for much. He seems like a fine boy with a good head on his shoulders. And my nephew." She looked Draco up and down. "He's improved considerably."

Harry had to agree but he didn't say anything. He felt he was eavesdropping enough as it was.

It seemed difficult for Narcissa to say it, but she raised her head and boldly offered, "I should like to meet your grandson."

Andromeda raised her brow at that. "Really?"

"Yes," said Narcissa softly.

Andromeda looked around and spied Lucius coming toward them. "Here comes your husband. Should I go?"

Narcissa whipped around and Lucius was there. He scowled at Andromeda, his nose in the air. "Narcissa. Getting reacquainted?"

It was Lucius' attempt at cordial but Harry was ready with his wand if things got ugly.

"Lucius," said Andromeda tightly. "You're looking fit. For a man your age."

A sneer pulled up his lip but he morphed it into a smile. "As do you, Andromeda." And then the conversation languished. Andromeda sighed into the uncomfortable silence. "Well, I should let you get back to your party-"

"My dear," said Narcissa, turning to Lucius. "My sister was going to introduce me to my grand nephew."

Lucius glared at her. "The werewolf's son?"

"His name was Remus Lupin," said Harry, nearly growling. "And he was one of the finest men I ever knew."

Lucius turned to Harry, sparing a glance for his own son. "Of course. Forgive me."

But Harry didn't.

"I should like to meet him," said Narcissa, a hand on her husband's chest. "I should like you to meet him."

"He's all right, Father," said Draco. "He looks after the boys sometimes. I...like him." Draco swallowed. Harry supposed, even after all this time, Draco had a hard time standing up to his father.

Lucius sighed and closed his eyes. "Very well," he conceded. Narcissa looked anxiously at Andromeda. Andromeda turned around and waved to the young man with the ever-changing hair.

Teddy approached, his hair settling down to a mousy brown like his mother's. He looked apprehensively from one Malfoy to another. "Everything all right here, Gran?"

"Yes, Teddy. Your relatives merely wanted to meet you."

"Oh? I'm not so sure I want to meet them."

"Teddy!" said Harry.

Teddy had a determined look on his face, but Harry's stern countenance must have persuaded him. "Well, I think it's long overdue. But if Gran wants me to-" He extended his hand to Lucius first. "Greetings, Great Uncle Lucius. I'm Ted Lupin." Just as Lucius tentatively reached for his hand, Teddy's ears grew and sharpened to wolf's ears and his canines lengthened to fangs

Lucius snatched his hand back.

"Teddy!" said Harry again. He nodded his head toward Lucius. "He's trying."

Teddy allowed his features to return to normal. "I hear he's very trying." He looked at Draco. "Hard to believe he's your dad, Draco. You're so likeable. In a hard-to-like sort of way."

Lucius' face was rigid with repressed rage.

"Everyone," said Harry. He couldn't believe he was forced to be mediator. All the Malfoys had stiffened and Andromeda was trying to keep her face composed and not burst out laughing. "Can't we just start over? This is a wedding. A celebration of love and families. Don't you think it's time to put all that old stuff aside and be friends again? Andromeda, your sister made the first move. Don't you think it would be the gracious thing to accept it?"

Andromeda nodded. "I do. Cissy, I am glad to see you again."

"Me, too, Andy," she said.

"And Lucius," said Andromeda, "this is my grandson Teddy. Teddy, behave yourself and meet the Malfoys."

Teddy waved. "Hi, Malfoys. Be nice to my Gran or I'll swim in your punch bowl."

Andromeda laughed, breaking the ice. "He doesn't mean it," she said, recovering. "At least I don't think so."

Teddy waggled his brows, which changed colour rapidly.

Narcissa smiled politely. "It is nice to meet you at last, Theodore."

"Oh God! Don't call me that, Aunt Cissa. 'Teddy's' fine."

Harry plucked at Draco's sleeve and pulled him away. "Let's leave them alone. I don't think there will be any hexing now."

"Oh no?" said Draco angrily.

"Come on, sweetheart. This isn't our fight. Let them work it out."

As Harry predicted, the use of the endearment served to calm Draco and he looked over at his husband dreamily. "Okay, Harry."

The partying continued for a long time, but Harry and Draco found a moment to slip away and Floo back to their London house. Scorpius would be staying on in the Manor until New Year's, when they would pick him up before delivering him the next day to King's Cross.

Harry and Draco fell back onto their bed, bereft of clothes thanks to a disrobing charm. Harry looked across the pillow at his husband and couldn't stop grinning. "We did it."

"We certainly did."

"And no one killed anyone else."

"And my parents were perfectly polite to everyone. Sort of."

"And my kids were great and so was Scorp. I'm so proud of all of them."

Draco slid into Harry's arms and kissed his chest. "Are we going to talk about our children just now?"

Harry felt a hand start to drift down his body and head steadily south. "Hmm. I guess there are better things to do at the moment."

He pulled Draco up and kissed him and soon they both succumbed to a long bout of snogging, mouths plastered hard together and getting more passionate. Harry feasted on Draco's sweet mouth, tongues twining together, sucking and slurping.

Harry tore his mouth away to plant it firmly on Draco's neck. He sucked and licked until the Slytherin was writhing beneath him, moaning out his pleasure. "Harry," he murmured. "So hard."

Harry's hand snaked down to cup Draco's sac. The rod of Draco's cock bumped his wrist and he dug the heel of his hand into it, rolling it along Draco's pubes.

"I want to suck you first, sweetheart," Harry rasped. "Then I'm going to fill that sweet, hot hole of yours."

Draco exhaled a long moan.

Harry kissed his way down Draco's torso, lingering at his nipples and tweaking them with his teeth. With his nose pressed against his lover's flesh, he inhaled Draco's scent, a mixture of tangy arousal and that luxurious pear soap he always used. Harry stuck out his tongue and licked the white flesh, trailing it in swirls down his belly and stopping at his navel. He dipped his tongue in, knowing that it tickled and was rewarded when the stomach twitched and Draco squealed. He nuzzled lower until his face reached Draco's silky blond pubic hair. He rubbed his cheek against it, smiling lazily at the reddening erection rising out of it just inches from his face. Draco was hard.

He kissed his way lower, dipping into the hollow of his hip. Tenderly, he kissed the inner skin of his thigh and breathed onto the pink sac bunching up in the man's groin. Harry bestowed a loving kiss to it, lingering on it with his lips. Draco had shaved it, either the Muggle way or with magic and it was marvellously smooth under his lips. He mouthed it a bit, feeling the testicles within nudge his lips. He absolutely had to taste it and stretched out his tongue for a long lick.

Draco groaned above him. He opened his legs wantonly as wide as they would go. Draco's masculine scent drifted upwards, and Harry caught it with a sigh. He closed his eyes and licked again, trailing his tongue up the side all the way to the line of pubic hair. Draco's hips rose a bit at that and his body continued to writhe. Harry closed his lips over one globe and sucked gently causing Draco to cry out. Harry smiled around the ball, released it, and sucked in the other.

He cupped the sac with his hand and gently stroked it, leaning in to flick his tongue at the root of Draco's cock. He lapped upward, striping the shaft with saliva and teasing the ridge of the crown with just the edge of his teeth.

"Potter! I can't stand it! Suck me, already!"

"So impatient, Malfoy. Where's your sense of adventure, of anticipation?"

"Fuck that! I want you to suck me now!"

Harry chuckled and licked his lips. He opened his mouth over the head of Draco's dick and swallowed it down.

"Aaahhhh!" sighed Draco, hips lifting into it.

Harry sucked and teased his tongue around the shaft, relishing the flavours of his lover's cock. His nose pressed into his pubes, inhaling the heady scent and he closed his eyes and fell into the simple delight of giving his beloved husband intense pleasure.

The way Draco was moving, Harry knew he hadn't long to wait. He reached up and pinched a nipple in his fingers, and just with a little twist-

"Oh, Harry!"

Draco's cock throbbed and pumped its juices into his mouth. His throat filled with the bitter flavour, and Harry swallowed and lapped it up, sucking every last ounce from the man. Draco seemed to be emptying himself and came and came. Finally, when his release was spent, he relaxed back into the bed and Harry gave his penis and his bollocks a final few licks.

"Mmmm, Draco. You are delicious."

Draco's lazy smile curled from ear to ear. His half-lidded gaze languidly perused over Harry. "And you have a positively wicked tongue, Mr. Potter."

"Don't I, though." He sat up and just gazed at his spent lover. "You know, there isn't any other bloke that I find as remotely as interesting or as attractive as you?"

Draco stretched. "I know. Why would you, when you have me?"

Harry chuckled. "Humble much?"

Draco shook his head. "When it's true, it's true."

Harry grabbed his own throbbing erection and squeezed. "It is true," he rasped. "And I'm going to show you right now how true."

Draco obliged by pulling his thighs up to his chest, exposing everything to Harry. "You want this, Harry?" He wiggled his bottom and Harry could see that Draco had already used a lubing charm on himself.

"Yeah, I want it. Are you giving it up to me?"

"It's yours," he whispered. "I'm all yours, body and soul." He gazed at Harry was a sheen of lust in his eyes. "Fuck me."

Harry didn't need any more prodding. He held his dick and aimed it at Draco's quivering hole. He grabbed the man's hip with his other hand and pulled it toward him even as he edged forward. His cock kissed Draco's entrance and he pushed in, feeling the tight, tight flesh slip around him. "Oh God," he sighed. "You're so tight."

He waited as long as he could for Draco to grow accustomed to him and then he began to thrust in earnest. Draco's entrance stroked him tightly with each ramming thrust in and each pulling out. The slick heat of him was almost overwhelming. Harry tried to prolong it, but when Draco matched his movements thrust for thrust, Harry couldn't hold back any longer. A surging ache started in his balls and swept up to his cock, and he unloaded his release, pumping it madly into his lover. His hips snapped into Draco's thighs over and over, never slowing until all of his cum was spent. He grabbed Draco's hips to steady himself, and then gently pulled out. A flood of sticky fluid followed but he knew that Draco liked the feel of that as well.

He flopped down beside him and enclosed him in his arms, kissing the top of his head. "Well, I'm dead."

"Ah. I've killed you, then."

"Yes." He nuzzled Draco's soft hair. "So this must be heaven."

"It surely must be."

They sighed and said nothing more, lying in each other's arms.

Draco finally broke the companionable silence. "I'm really glad we couldn't control ourselves at King's Cross that day."

"Me, too."

"It scared me, though. At the time."

"Me, too," said Harry.

"I just couldn't understand it. I never thought I felt any gay tendencies before. But of course, when I searched my memories, I did have several wet dreams about you."

Harry sat up, tumbling Draco from his chest. "You what?"

Draco lay on his side and propped his head on his hand. That irrepressible smirk was back. "I'm afraid so. It started in fourth year. I quite forgot about them until after we...well. Started rutting."

Harry leaned back on his pillow, feeling unaccountably proud of himself. "Oh really? Tell me about them."

Draco's cheeks blushed. "You don't want to hear that."

"Oh yes I do!"

"It's what probably made me hate you all the more. That I couldn't even sleep without you humiliating me in my dreams."

"And did I? Humiliate you?"

"I thought so at the time. You were...doing things to me."

"What kind of things? Come on. Tell me."

"Well, you sucked my cock and fondled me and...I suppose...you shagged me."

"Was I mean about it?"

"That's just the thing. You weren't. You were being nice and loving and I thought it was totally out of character for you. At the time." Draco blushed the whole time he talked of it. "And then I always woke up with completely messy sheets. I hated you for that."

"And just think. All you had to do was snog me a bit and we would have gotten on fabulously."

Draco slapped his shoulder. "Not when I was in the middle of hating you."

"And you conveniently forgot about that until we were clandestinely meeting?"

"Hey, it wasn't anything a bloke wants to think about, especially about his mortal enemy."

"But I bet you think about it now."

Draco slipped back into Harry's arms and kissed him tenderly. "You'd be surprised how much I think about it," he purred.

"Oh, Draco. I love you. I do."

"I love you, too, Harry. I feel like, somehow, the world is now back on its axis. That everything is aligned the way it's supposed to be."

"Yeah. Strangely, I do too. In spite of all the heartache."

"Ginny will get over it. You'll see. And the kids are great."

"Yeah, they are, aren't they. Hey, wasn't that quite the speech from Scorp."

"I'm so proud of my son."

"Me, too. You know, I saw him dancing with Rose Weasley."

Draco shot up. "You're joking! Say you're joking."

"Nope. I think we'd best keep an eye on those two."

"Oh God!" Draco sank back down and pulled the pillow up over his face.

Harry laughed and nudged him. "It's not that bad. She isn't a Pureblood herself but she's from a Pureblood family. Doesn't that count for something? Draco? Draco?"

But Draco remained under the pillow, moaning aloud about something Harry couldn't quite make out. But that was all right. Harry had years and years to never hear the end of it now.


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