The two of them payed for a taxi to get there. They would've just rented a car, but the driving is different in America than in England. They couldn't drive it, so they had to get a driver for them.

"Harry where even are we?" Draco asked as he held his hand.

"I dunno, baby." Harry murmured.

"Harry?"

"Yes Draco?"

"Do you think everyone will be mad at us because we ran away and we're getting married?" Draco whispered.

"Draco, baby, we had to run away. The only thing we could do to get out of those laws was get married here," Harry motioned around the city they were in. "Now that they finally made same sex marriage legal, thanks Obama, we can get it here and then go back to England and get vows renewed or something, have a little reception if it makes you feel better,"

"Okay...so no one will be angry?" Draco asked.

"I don't know," Harry sighed. "But we have to do this, Draco. It's the only way I can have you as my husband and have our son live."

Draco curled up to Harry. "Okay Harry," he murmured, closing his eyes.

"Go to sleep, my love. When we wake up, we'll be there," Harry whispered to him.

Draco did as told and fell asleep, curled up to his side. And Harry was right, when he woke up, they were just pulling up to the courthouse.