"So, you're really doing this. You're really getting married to Malfoy." Upon arriving home back in England, Harry had decided to meet up with Ron in a small coffee shop in downtown London. The two sat and took delicate sips of their drinks: Harry coffee, Ron tea, and conversed quietly in the back of the shop.

Ron examined the ring around Harry's finger and smiled. It was a simple silver band, with emeralds embedded into it. It was beautiful, and Ron found himself quite fond of it.

"I'm really doing it." Harry claimed, and the ginger nodded, still staring at the ring. He thought of his ex-boyfriend and how harshly the man had treated him. In spite of everything, he still wanted desperately to marry him.

"I'll be part of your wedding, right?" The ginger asked and Harry nodded.

"It wouldn't be a wedding without you there. You're my best friend, Ron, and I wouldn't want you to miss it for the world." He spoke, and felt his phone begin to buzz in his pocket. When he glanced at it, he saw that it was Hermione attempting to get ahold of him, and he answered the call quickly. "Hullo?"

"Harry? Hey! How are you?" The brown-haired girl asked.

"I'm great, Hermione! How's things back in the States?"

"They're okay. It's weird not hanging around with you anymore. I miss you, if I'm being honest. Did you make it home safely?"

That was when Harry remembered there was a six hour difference between he and Hermione, and frowned.

"Mione, it's six in the morning your time. Why're you up at six in the morning?"

"Mom, Dad, and I were planning on sailing out and going diving. Dad's working on getting a few marine life pictures to put in his article." She explained.

"You'll send me a copy of his article, won't you?"

"Of course! Well, I just wanted to check in on you. Hope you have a spectacular wedding, and Pansy says to give Draco her love."

Harry's eyebrow raised then, and a smirk crossed his face. "Mione, are you and Pansy seeing each other?"

"What? No! I'm strictly dickly, remember? Anyways, she's back with Millie. We just miss you. That's all." She fretted, and Harry laughed.

"I'm just giving you a rough time. See you, Hermione."

"See you." He hung up and Ron looked at him questioningly.

"Who was that?" He asked.

"Hermione. She's a girl I met back in the States: complete sweetheart. Hey, if you weren't so bloody gay, I might've tried to set you up with her." Harry winked and Ron blushed.

"I couldn't possibly... No, I love Viktor, even if he is a douche. I can't love anyone but Viktor." Ron stated, shaking his head firmly.

"You say that now, but someday soon, you'll find an all new love."

"Doubtful."

"Don't be so pessimistic, Ronald. You're a free, independent man that can do whatever you please. Embrace the single life, man."

Ron's eyebrow raised. "You getting cold feet about the wedding already?"

Harry shook his head. "Of course not. I'm just saying, being single isn't a bad thing. You could have anybody if you set your mind to it. Well, anyone except Draco or me."

"I don't want you or the blond ferret." Ron stated, and Harry laughed.

"Are you ever gonna let him live that down?"

"Never."

Harry chuckled and thought back to a time when he, Ron, and Draco had been younger. Harry had gone to the zoo with his two friends, and once they'd found themselves in the exhibit where small mammals were kept, Draco had insisted on holding a beautiful white ferret, spite the zookeeper's warning.

And so, Draco held the ferret gently, reveling in its pristine beauty, when suddenly, it pounced at him, and the zookeeper feverishly worked to separate the animal from Draco's face.

"This one's in heat, son. I dunno if you'd wanna hold 'er." The zookeeper had clearly told him, but he still ended up getting face-fucked by a ferret. Harry chuckled even harder.

"Think I should bring up that story at the wedding?" Ron asked, taking a sip of his tea with a smirk.

"Don't you dare." Harry stared firmly at his friend, watching the boy's freckles dance mischievously across his face.

"But it'd be so much fun!"

"No."

"Killjoy."

"Whatever." Harry stood, finishing off his coffee and glanced at his friend. "It was nice seeing you, but I'd better get home. Draco and I have fittings for suits."

He bade his best friend a farewell and walked down the cracked pavement. He remembered Draco's childish, fearful shrieks, and began laughing yet again, not caring if people looked at him as if he were a madman.

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After they boys had had their suits fitted, they decided to sit down in James' study and talk by the unlit fireplace. Harry sat in his father's plush armchair, and Draco took a seat on the love seat across from him.

"What're we gonna do when we're married?" The blond asked, wringing his hands nervously as he glanced towards the floor.

"What do you mean?" The green-eyed boy found himself confused.

"Like, we have to move in together. Where will we move to?"

"We should've thought about this sooner."

"Yeah..."

"Well, where do you want to live?" Harry asked, staring at the blond's downcast head.

"I dunno, somewhere decent? It doesn't have to be anywhere fancy, but I don't want a slum either. Something average? A regular house? A cottage outside London?"

"A cottage would be cute. What do you say we go searching tomorrow?" Harry prompted, and the blond nodded, meeting his eyes.

"Harry, do you think we're rushing things?" Draco asked, a small frown on his face.

The dark-haired boy moved then and sat beside him on the love seat, wrapping his arm around his fiancé. He proceeded to kiss him on his temple and nestled him slightly.

"You're not getting cold feet, are you?"

"Most certainly not! It's just, we spent years not getting along, and in the course of less than a month, suddenly, we're in love and now engaged." Draco explained, and Harry quieted him.

"Hey, just remember this: we had years together as friends, way more years liking each other than there were years that we didn't. I was foolish during these last few years, especially this one, and I'm so sorry for any pain I may have caused you." The green-eyed boy stated sincerely, meeting his gaze.

"I guess you're right. I'm sorry for any brash things I've ever said towards you as well, Harry. Can we call it a truce?"

"I thought we already did." The boy smirked, and then leaned in to kiss the blond.

When they pulled away, Draco was smiling. That was when Harry decided that he never wanted him to stop smiling, and knew he'd do anything in his power to make sure that his soon-to-be husband stayed happy for as long as possible. Loving someone was keeping them happy, and secure, and caring for them. Harry promised silently to never stop doing any of those things.