After weeks of stress involving a court trial, as well as moving into a cute little flat just outside London, Harry was very relieved to wake up one Thursday morning in August with nothing but bliss on his mind. The sun was shining through the cream-colored curtains of he and Draco's bedroom, causing the equally colored duvet to appear brighter. The medium-blue shaded walls also seemed lively, causing him to feel at ease as he stepped from their comfortable bed and onto the hard, oak-colored floors.

He glanced at the calendar that hung just right of the cream-colored wardrobe that matched the room's theme, and saw that the day was, indeed, Thursday, the twenty-fifth of August, 2016. In all capital letters, the phrase 'wedding day' was set in the square space, and Harry grinned. It was the day that he would become a Malfoy.

Then, he padded across the bedroom and into the ensuite bathroom that he and Draco shared, just like just about everything else in the house, and stripped himself of his clothes. He stood in front of the perhaps a bit ridiculous bathtub with water jets similar to that of a hot-tub's and turned on the water. While the tub filled, he looked at himself in the mirror, making sure his face was clear and he didn't look grimy.

He took a quick wee and got into the tub, turning off the water and allowing himself to ease into the bubbles. He shifted so the jets hit his tensest muscles. He wanted to be completely at ease on his special day.

After he'd finished bathing himself, he pulled the drain and watched as the water receded, and then stepped into the glass shower beside the tub, and washed his hair. When he recovered from the lavatory, he smelt of green apple shampoo and soap: Draco's favorite.

He changed into a pair of athletic shorts and an old school alumni shirt, and sat on the edge of his unmade bed. He had hours before he could see Draco, and hoped that the blond hadn't partied too hard with Blaise the previous night. It wasn't like a regular bachelor's party, but rather just Draco going out for drinks with a few of his school-friends, and then crashing at Blaise's since it was taboo to be with your betrothed the day of your wedding.

He didn't know what to do with himself for the next few hours and set on making the bed, and cleaning up his new home a bit. At around eleven, he found that it was still too early and decided to blow another hour by calling his mother.

"Hello?" Lily answered on the third ring and Harry smiled.

"Hey Mum, you coming today?" He asked.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, love. I'm still so honored that you'd invite me to such an event, and that you call me 'Mum.' It isn't really common for people to do that, as it is viewed a bit too Hetero for society's standards." Lily claimed and Harry knew her eyes were watering.

"I don't care about that. You were the one to carry me in your womb for nine months, therefore you are my mother. You've never given me a reason not to refer to you as such. Even Dad's okay with me calling you that."

"It's still so flattering, Harry. I'm so excited for this afternoon, love." She trailed.

"You alright?"

"I will be. It's just an emotional day. I'm still a little shaken over what happened a few weeks ago, and how that horrid man is finally getting what he deserves. Thank you so much for freeing me, son." Her voice was teary.

"Mum, don't cry. Today's a happy day! I'm getting married, and you and I are going to dance together, and it's going to be lovely." Harry claimed, wishing he could hug the woman then.

"Right, you're right. Happy thoughts. Wedding. Speaking of which, you should be getting ready if you're to be at the church by twelve thirty. I'll see you later, love. Bye now." And with that, she hung up, still sounding a bit distant, but Harry knew she'd be alright. He viewed the time, and hurriedly stepped into the bedroom to find his tuxedo.

A half-hour later, Harry was making his way into a private room to the left of the sanctuary, where the wedding was to be held. He was dressed in a pure white tuxedo with a black button-down, as well as nice, black dress shoes. Around his neck, he wore a white bow tie, and his hair was slightly gelled, but held its same old Harry-charm that he knew his fiancé, soon-to-be-husband, was fond of.

He checked his teeth in the mirror, and then fluffed his hair again as he waited for the signal for him to step out.

Outside, guests were arriving, talking, and taking their seats. The justice was preparing his speeches, and children ran around in their best outfits in the back of the church. The mood was lighthearted, happy. Draco stood beside the justice, going over what his lines would be, and wringing his hands together nervously.

He was dressed in a suit opposite of Harry's: pure black, with a white button-down, white dress shoes, and a black bow tie. His hair was also gelled, but heavier, and his silver eyes contrasted his tux astonishingly. He couldn't wait for Harry to see him, as he felt confident in the fact that he looked good.

The church doors opened once again, and the blond watched as a family of redheaded people, and one woman with brown hair took a seat in one of the first few pews on Harry's side. It was the Weasleys: minus Ron, who was back with Harry.

"You nervous for this, mate?" The ginger asked his black-haired best friend.

"A little." Harry admitted, peering outside to see all the people arriving and seating themselves.

"It'll be fine. You're getting married, and this day is all about you and him! It'll be so much fun! Once we get out of this stuffy church and start the party, I'm sure your nerves will leave."

"Of course they'll leave," Harry muttered. "When I walk out of this place, I'll be a married man."

"Is that such a bad thing?" Ron asked, eyeing his friend. He then glanced out towards the front of the sanctuary, where Draco stood. He wondered why the blond wasn't greeting any of the guests, but then followed his eyes to see where the boy was fixated upon a woman: blond and older, sitting royally in a pew towards the back.

She was dressed in black and emerald, and her blond hair was neatly pinned behind her ears. She had her legs crossed and a regal fan between her fingers, fanning herself lightly in the perhaps a bit too warm church. Her silver eyes matched the groom's perfectly, though they appeared more hostile, and she too was peering at the boy.

"I think Draco's mum's here." Ron whispered, pointing to the woman. Harry's eyes followed Ron's to her and he glanced at the ginger in confusion.

"Draco specifically said he didn't want her here." He claimed and Ron shrugged.

"Well, she's here, and she sure is drawing attention." That's when Harry noticed that, aside from Draco, other guests were looking at her. Then, another regal-looking woman sat down beside her. Though, her hair was brown, curly, and pinned in various places to appear important, yet eccentric. She was Draco's aunt, Bellatrix, who encouraged Narcissa to neglect the blond boy all these years, only for her to show up on the most important day of his life unannounced.

"Narcissa and Bellatrix? Oh, Sirius is going to have a field-day." Harry stated exasperatedly.

That is when the two heard the chiming of the bell tower and Ron rushed from the room, reassuring Harry one more time before passing him off to his father. He stepped up front on the side where Harry would stand. Neville, and Ron's brothers Fred and George stood beside him.

"You ready, son?" James asked, eyeing the man whose gaze was still focused on the two regal members of the Black family.

"As I'll ever be." And with that, he walked alongside his father up the faded aisle, stopping just before he was at the altar, and turned to his father. "Thank you for everything, Dad."

"You'll do wonders, son." And with that, they hugged and Harry ventured the rest of the way alone before joining hands with Draco. The guests took their seats.

The justice, a man by the name of John, began reading from the Bible, and everyone listened intently as he went over the usual marriage verses. A piano played lowly in the background, and hymns were sung, reminding Harry of a Catholic wedding. He then wondered if maybe that was what Lucius was going for when he'd booked this place, spite knowing that the Malfoys were, indeed, not Catholic.

More verses were said, as well as another hymn, and finally, it became time for the vows. Draco grew nervous and looked out to the audience for a moment, breath hitching slightly once he saw something he'd never have expected in the back pew of the church: his father with his arm around his mother.

He gulped and focused back on Harry, who was staring at him worriedly.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, before disconnecting their hands briefly to wipe his palms which had grown clammy. When he reconnected them, he noticed the justice staring at him in surprise.

"On this sacred ground, we bring a special unity before your eyes, oh Father." John claimed loudly, and a collective muttering of 'Amen' was spoken in return. "And it is under your watchful eyes that we connect these boys in mind, body, and spirit."

Draco cleared his throat, catching Harry's attention once more. The green-eyed boy noticed the tears in his fiancé's eyes, and wanted desperately to wipe them, but it was vital to keep their hands together, at least during this part.

"Though I have waited years for this day to come, I find myself speechless before you. And so I say, I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, take you, Harry James Potter, to be my lawfully wedded husband. I take you in the good times, as well as the bad. I accept you in sickness, and in health; for now and forever." When the blond finished, Harry had tears in his eyes as well.

"And I, Harry James Potter, stand before God to take you, Draco Lucius Malfoy, as my lawfully wedded husband. For now and forever, and through anything that life may throw at us in between, you are mine and I am yours, and we are each other's." He spoke, voice slightly shaky, though with a strong finish.

"And all of God's men said-"

"Amen!" Came the collective reply from the guests.

"You may now kiss your husband." John stepped away and Draco stepped forward slowly, wrapping an arm around Harry's waist loosely. This was it. This was his happily ever after, and it was beginning with a simple kiss.

When they pulled away, slightly breathless, the crowd cheered as the two were whisked through the doors and out into the late summer's fresh air. They kissed again outside, and Harry twirled Draco around lovingly.

~~~

Later at the party, a magnificent cocktail hour was put together, with foods of just about every sort. During this time, the two boys stayed latched onto each other: taking their photos, feeding each other various sweets, and most importantly, stealing kisses. For now and forever.

By the time the main course came, a choice of either something vegetarian, or a lovely prepared steak -curtesy of Hagrid, a family-friend who also happened to be a butcher. The was delicious, and the champagne left excited bubbles in the boy's stomachs as even more pictures were taken, and Harry was cuddled by some of the toddler Weasleys - curtesy of Bill and Charlie having already had husbands of their own for years.

When it was time for dances and speeches, and even more champagne, Harry was slightly surprised to see that Ron had volunteered to speak first. And so, he staggered slightly drunkenly towards the podium and held his champagne glass with a goofy grin on his face.

"Harry, my best friend, my brother, my better-half, you've really done it this time. All of our childhood adventures, and yet here you go taking the biggest adventure of all: marriage. Y'know, I always thought I'd be the one to get married first, just so I could rub it in your face, but I guess that was kind of impossible, seeing as you've been each other's intended since birth. Not that there's anything wrong with being intended, of course, as you two seem to make it work. Anyways, I'm rambling and tipsy and so damn happy for you. I love you, Harry, and wish you many happy years." He rose his glass, as well as the others did, and drank.

Harry smiled, and clapped his friend on the back once he'd sat back down. Then Blaise stood, and Draco watched his own best friend intently.

"Wow, okay. Um, wow Draco, look at this place. Look at you. Look at... Just look! You've done it, dude. You've accomplished the one thing you've always wanted, Harry Potter's -excuse me- Harry Malfoy-Potter's hand in marriage. You made your man-crush an honest man. Congrats! Wow, this is bad, I'm sorry. Look Draco, I really am so happy for the two of you. I can't believe you actually pulled all this off, thanks to your wonderful father, and it's spectacular, just like I'm sure your marriage to Harry will be. Cheers." And so the crowd drank again and Blaise staggered back to the table, blushing, but accepting the hug from Draco.

"I swear I had a better speech, but-"

"It was great, Zabini. It was totally a speech I'd expect of you." Draco assured him, hugging him again before locking his fingers with Harry's once more.

Lucius and James gave speeches to their sons, and recalled events of their childhoods, embarrassing them as it was always a parent's job to do that, and the night carried on. Neville shared his congratulations for the couple and cried a little bit, stating how thankful he was that everything had turned out alright in the end.

After Draco had led Harry in their first dance as husbands, the blond went off to mingle with the guests, and Harry stepped towards the green-eyed woman who'd been eyeing him all night, with the fiery red hair.

"So glad you could make it, Mum." He smiled, kissing her hand respectfully. She smiled, stood, and kissed her son's cheek.

"How about that dance you promised me, Mr. Malfoy?" She smirked, and Harry blushed before leading his mother to the floor where he twirled her, stepped with her, and smiled when she smiled.

"You do look so much like your father." She admitted. "So handsome."

"Thanks, Mum. I'd like to think I look like a fair mixture of you two." He stated.

"Good, because we're both very attractive." She winked, and he laughed before spinning her again.

~~~

"Why the bloody hell did you come?" The blond glared at the woman seated disinterestedly in the corner of the room.

"Now, now, Draco, that is no way to speak to your mother." Narcissa even sounded bored when she spoke. Draco's ears turned pink as he grew more angry.

"You completely ditched me, Narcissa. You're about as much of a mother to me as this champagne is water." He held up his drink angrily, taking a sip to distract himself from spitting more venom.

"Well, how do you consider this to be my fault? This celebration has very-much-so been a bore." She yawned, fanning herself again.

In anger, Draco snatched the fan from her hands, rubbing the feathery texture between his fingers briefly before snapping it, and throwing it to the floor.

"Then why are you here?"

"To see Lucius, of course." She smirked, looking behind her son to where the blond, older man stood conversing with a white-haired lady.

"And what business do you have with him?" Draco seethed.

"To console him, of course. Your Papa's death did affect him horribly, you must realize."

"My Papa wanted to kill my husband, and my husband's mother." The blond rolled his eyes. Although Severus had left the Evans' house alive, the blows to his head had ended up being fatal. He'd died before he'd even made it to the hospital.

"Shame he didn't. What an interesting turn this celebration would've taken if he had." She smirked. And this was it. This was the final straw.

"I want you gone, now. You were never welcomed here in the first place, nor was Bellatrix, and you're sampling champagne that should've very well been nowhere near your poisonous tongues." He snapped, effectively snatching the wine-glass from his mother's hands and chugging the liquid. "These are my booze, and this is my party. Be gone, you wretched thing!"

Quickly, attention was being averted towards the two, but Draco couldn't seem to care. This woman was ruining his night.

"And what makes you think you can be rid of me so easily, son? Especially, seeing as your father was the one to invite me." A gasp was heard as she walked towards the long-haired man, pulling him into a sharp kiss, stunning Draco further.

"Father, how could you? After everything that's happened. After everything you put me through... You'd really go with her? It's a sin!"

"Enough, Draco."

"But, this is my wedding! How could you do this to me? This was supposed to be-"

"I said, enough. Carry on the celebrations, Draco. Happy days to you." And the grey-eyed man was left even more in shock as his father and the woman who'd carried him for nine months made their way from the ballroom.

Draco felt sick to his stomach. He wanted to scream, wanted to cry. Harry found him quickly, and pulled him into a tight hug, silencing his ugly sobs.

"There, there, Draco. I'm here, I'm here. It's going to be okay. You don't need them. I'm here with you. For now and forever." He whispered, running his hand through his husband's soft hair.

For now and forever.

THE END.