Draco met Harry outside 12 Grimmauld Place, and found him with Sirius' motorbike on the sidewalk, two black helmets placed on the black leather seats and a small picnic basket the size of an apple that had an obvious shrinking charm on it, was inside the open glove box. Oh, so a picnic? It sounds lovely.

Draco walks over with a small excited smile at what Harry has planned. He cups Harry's chin with his hand and kisses him as a thank you for this future picnic and wherever Harry's taking him by this vehicle. He leans away after a beat, eyes shiny with exhilaration. "So, where are we heading today?" he asks Harry quietly, but then steps back and examines the motorbike which he'll be on in a short while.

"It's a surprise," Harry whispered with a grin, and Draco rolls his eyes at the short answer and grabs a motorbike helmet. He has never worn such an odd hat, though he knows it is supposed to protect his head if he falls off, which he hopes he won't fall off such a vehicle. He is trusting Harry with his life right now.

"Then let's go," Draco says, trying to find out how to put the helmet on. He ended up trying to put it on backwards where it obviously didn't fit, and Harry sniggered at him and put Draco's helmet on properly. Draco blushed a little and turned to the bike when Harry clipped on his helmet. 

After a firm description of what he should and shouldn't do when on the motorbike, Draco got onto the vehicle behind Harry and placed his arms around Harry's stomach. Harry clipped his own helmet on, shut the glove box, and started the engine with the keys. The Motorbike clicked and made a loud Brr sound, and it startled Draco a little but he kept to his seat.

Harry flipped the stand up, walked the motorbike around, and took off down the road, his feet resting on the sides, and he feels Draco's arms tightening around his stomach. Harry kept watch of the speed limit and the road signs as they sped down the streets of East London. He knows well that the road signs are important, even for muggles.

Draco felt the air around him push against him slightly when rolling down the street. It was like he was flying on broom or on Buckbeak. He quite enjoyed it too. He could see people on the sidewalks, jogging for whatever reason they were, people walking their dogs. It was interesting to view the muggle world with Harry like this.

Harry stopped at a red light, they were surrounded by cars and behind a few on the A1 highway. He has seen motorcyclists' swivel in between cars to get to the front of the line, but he knew not to do that as it is quite dangerous.

Draco looks around them, his vision dimmed by the black lens of the helmet. So, these are what cars look like? Odd metal-covered things on wheels with glass windows. There was a middle-aged man in a black car on his phone, but it looked a little different to Ivy's phone she had. There was a family of four in a long grey car, one of their kids is a little girl who looked around five with blonde pigtails was playing with what looked like a blue pony with a rainbow mane, and the other an older teenage girl around 13 on her pink shiny phone. Muggles believe horses are blue? Unbelievable!

They headed out of the city into the country, the big buildings slowly disappearing from around them and are replaced by trees, bush land, and farmland. Harry doesn't realize he is taking Draco to his hometown, Little Winging. But he doesn't exactly want to go there. There are just too many bad memories. But he decides to face his fears anyway.

He turns off the motorbike outside the house of 4 Privet Drive, takes his helmet off with a sigh and looks at the house he never once called home. The lawns were kept neat like always, though it used to be yard work for him to do as his chores. Behind him, he heard Draco taking off his own helmet and his soothing voice muttering, "Harry, where are we?"

"4 Privet Drive," Harry tells him flatly, though his eyes never leave the window that was once his bedroom. "Used to be my home."

"Why are we here then?" Draco asks, voice low and firm as he tries to hide his concern. He feels enraged even by looking at the house. He just wants to Bombarda the door down and curse these muggles with a Crucio to make them feel pain and suffering like what they inflicted on Harry for the past 15 years. But he calmed himself down before he even does something stupid. "This is where you lived, where you grew up treated terribly." His hands rubbed at Harry's arms, hoping it'll help Harry if he starts feeling down. "I don't want you reliving horrible memories from your past.

Harry put the stand down, got off the bike and smiled warmly at the Slytherin. "Even if I do, I have you to be there for me," he says lightly, not even bothering with the fact that he's in front of the house he used to be abused in. Abused, not punished. It took him a year to come to terms that he wasn't punished for his acts. "Come on. I'd never thought I would say this, but I'd like you to meet my Auntie."

Draco raised a blonde eyebrow at him then took off his helmet, got off the bike and followed Harry up the path to the front door after Harry locks the bike up. The gardens surrounding the area of the house was quite neat, to Draco's approval. He placed an arm around Harry's waist, and Harry knocked on the brown door in a rhythm.

Footsteps were heard coming closer to the door, and then the door opened to reveal Aunt Petunia. Her hand came up to her mouth, and it was clear to see tears forming in her eyes. She looked slowly from Harry to the blonde male beside him, and back at Harry. "Oh, Harry," she finally says after a minute. "I never thought I'd see you ever again."

"I just thought I'd pay a visit before Draco and I head East," Harry says kindly, a forced smile on his face though he can't help but feel a little sympathy for his aunt. He didn't think she actually cared for him, hence why she was so verbally abusive, but if she was just acting, she was quite good at it.

Loud thundering footsteps came from upstairs, and they were heard stomping their way downstairs until Harry's cousin Dudley made an appearance. He was a little excited to see who was at his front door, but when he saw Harry, he looked quite bored, "Who is it, mom – oh, it's you," he mutters.

Draco sneered at Harry's cousin. Rude fat thing, Dudley is. But Draco isn't here to judge.

"Wait, is that a motorbike!" said Dudley loudly, pointing over Harry's shoulder at the obvious muggle motorbike on the side of the road. He rushes through to the lounge room and peeks through the window to see it more clearly. He widens his eyes. Why didn't he get one?

"You must be Draco," Petunia says nicely after a quick glare at her son, then smiles weakly back at the handsome blonde wizard standing next to Harry. She is glad her nephew has found happiness with this other man. "I've actually heard a few things about you from Harry. It was rare to talk about your magical school with Harry and what he gets up to." She frowns and looks over their shoulders at the motorbike. "But I know it's all my fault."

Yeah, it is your fault, you fucking shit, Draco thinks to himself and smiles forcefully at her. "I would love to know about these things Harry has told you that include me," he says, his voice honest though he would love to get away from this house and never look back. He kisses Harry's forehead, making Dudley snort in the background but he chose to ignore him.

Harry feels himself blush, hoping Petunia has forgotten whatever he told her that he doesn't remember. "That's not really necessary," he drawls, a real smile on his face at this little bonding moment.

"Oh, but I insist," Petunia implores, and she takes them to the kitchen, leaving Dudley to close the door behind them, and she offers them some tea and biscuits. Draco declines as he doesn't want to be poisoned but knows this family wouldn't do such a thing. Or so he hopes. Harry declined but makes himself a cup of tea anyway since he knows where everything else is, and his aunt doesn't seem to mind at all, and she begins to tell Draco everything Harry had told her about him. Even the topic of Umbridge gets brought up, and Harry tells his aunt everything about the bitch, though he chose not to use such language around her.

After around thirty minutes, Harry and Draco decide to leave even after Petunia insists that they stay for a little while. With a wave goodbye, Harry starts the motorbike back up, both boys' helmets back on their heads, and they take off again due West.

Draco was thinking how Petunia didn't seem that bad at all though he knows how she abused Harry verbally more than physically. She was actually quite decent. He was glad Harry's Uncle wasn't there though. That bloody man would have been the first person he would actually hex.

Draco was rather distracted by the cars around them on the Highway surrounded by bush land, and the scary large monstrous vehicles which Harry told him are Trucks. He's quite scared of them since they're so large and look as if they can knock down anything in its path. Draco doesn't want to test that theory out though.

They rode through towns, both small and large, and even farmlands. Draco got distracted by pretty much everything they passed on the road, from the towns and their bright stores and restaurants, and even the cows and horses distracted him.

Finally, they were at their destination of Petersfield, but Harry continued south to where he wanted to go all along. Buster Hill. From there, they parked the motorbike, took off their helmets, grabbed the picnic basket, and walked up the green sunny hill to the top to have their picnic with a nice view of the countryside around them.

Draco smiles at the work Harry had done for the picnic which included a picnic blanket, sandwiches, and different finger foods. It reminded him of their first date under the Willow tree. It was sweet and will be remembered. This entire day will be remembered, even when meeting Harry's Aunt.

After, they headed back into town and stopped at a lake to feed the ducks some left-over bread and watch the black swans swim gracefully around the water.

"Oh, it couldn't be, Harry Potter."

Harry remembers that voice. Just remembers slightly. He turns around and faces his primary school teacher from St Gregory's, Mrs Webb. She's just as young as he remembers her with her long black hair up in the usual neat bun, and her choice of clothes always formal. He knew she was in her late thirties though. She was walking her brown and white Pomeranian, Chewbakka, on a red leash. "Mrs Webb, is that you?"

Mrs Webb nods and smiles at the handsome young man her former student has become. "It's me, yes," she says kindly. She notices the other young man standing beside Harry with a hand around his waist and raises a hand to her mouth to hide her smile. "It's been so long since I've seen you, Harry. How have you been? What's your other school like?"

"It's been tough, but I've managed through my schooling years," Harry says truthfully, smiling at her as she notices his boyfriend. "My other School err... it's alright. Very Christian." He remembers the last conversation he had with her. It was in year six, and she asked how Harry was doing and what he gets up to during lunch breaks. He always lied to her, of course. He couldn't tell her the truth and how he always was running away from Dudley and his Motley Crew.

"And who might this young man be?" Mrs Webb asks the young handsome blonde male next to Harry. Her Pomeranian walked over to the two boys and sniffed their feet. Draco looked down at the very fluffy dog and smiled adoringly.

"This is Draco Malfoy, my boyfriend," Harry says lightly, glances sideways at Draco and leans over to kiss his cheek. Draco blushes, still looking down at the fluffy dog who looked up at him, panting, and let out a happy bark. Draco chuckled and crouched down to give the little dog a pet on its fluffy head.

Draco stood up after a beat, and he extended his hand out to the older woman as a kind handshake. "Draco Malfoy. It's nice to meet you," he says politely, and she takes his hand and shakes it.

"It's nice to meet you, Draco," Mrs Webb says, and Draco nods, let's go of her hand and stands back with Harry who was petting the dog. "So, is your family Christian or Catholic?"

Draco nearly laughed at her. Christian or Catholic? Not in his deepest nightmares. "Err... Christian," he tells her flatly, lying because he really doesn't know what to say to her. Harry said their apparent fake School is 'Christian' so he had to say something.

"Oh, how lovely," Mrs Webb says lightly, beaming as she pats her thigh, making Chewbakka yelp and run back to her. "I know you both have probably been asked this a thousand times, but what do you want to be when you get out of school?"

"A healer," Draco says simply, his eyes focused on the dog because it's just so fluffy and cute. It's the softest dog he has ever touched. One of the only muggle dogs he has ever touched. Crups are the only magical dogs he has seen more of than muggle dogs.

He has been thinking for a while on what he wants to do. Healing. Healing for the Physical and mental. He wants to be able to help people with injuries, and also with mental illnesses like depression, PTSD, disorders, bipolar disorders, etc. Ever since he met Ivy and heard about her depression, he has been wanting to help her and anyone, Harry included, who has been suffering with their mental illness.

"Do you mean a doctor?" Mrs Webb asks Draco, tilting her head in obvious confusion at what he means and said.

"No-"

"Yes," Harry says at once, speaking over Draco, "Draco wants to be a doctor, and I know he will be a damn good one too." He looks back at his boyfriend and grins sheepishly. That was a close one. "And I think...I want to become a...err...well, I don't know what I want to be." He had to think about it for a second. Does he want to be an Auror which is pretty much a muggle police officer? It requires actual work and to catch bad wizards and witches. Does he really want that? To go back into the state of feeling like he has someone trying to kill him every day? It makes him so anxious. So no, he doesn't want that. But he said it anyway. "I was actually thinking of becoming a Police Officer."

"Very good decisions," Mrs Webb said approvingly with a firm nod. "Good pay rates too." She sighs as she sees Chewbakka taking a dump on the grass, and her cheeks colour. A few feet away from her feet. "Tell me, Harry, how have you been managing school since I last saw you?" She reached into her purse to grab out the black dog poop bags and crouched down to pick it up. Draco curled his lip at what she was doing. "You were very good with Maths, Humanities, and English," she continued and stood up, bag of poop in her hands. "History, Science, and HPE, however, you needed to work on." She walks over to the dog poop bin and chucks the bag in the little hole.

"Thanks," Harry drawls, really not wanting to be told what he sucked at back in primary school. Where would he even be if he never went to Hogwarts? Probably dead since the rate of suicide attempts he had was quite a lot. He didn't even want to think about that depressing thought.

"Well, Harry and I must depart back to London," Draco says after a quick second, taking a step back towards where the motorbike was parked in the Parking Lot. As much as he wants to stay and chat with someone from Harry's past, which actually sounds quite intriguing to hear about in a different perspective, he actually wants to head back home as his mother is expecting him and Harry for dinner. It took an hour to get here from London.

"Oh, alright," Mrs Webb says lightly. "It was really great seeing you again, Harry." She looks beside Harry at Draco and smiles softly, "It was great meeting you, Draco. I hope to see you both again." Her smile widens as Chewbakka chases his tail. "I have to get home to my two lovely children and husband now."

"It was lovely seeing you again too, Mrs Webb," Harry says, and he and Draco gave her a wave goodbye and her dog a good little scratch behind the ears, before saying goodbye and heading back to the motorbike to head home.

*****

Harry decided to visit Ron and Hermione at the Burrow. He woke up feeling pretty shitty just from memories from his past that involved his auntie and his teacher. The pain just doesn't go away now, does it? He Fire-called Draco earlier telling him he'd be at the Burrow, so he was hoping Draco would also come over.

Harry was just making himself a cup of tea when the Fireplace erupted into green flames and out stepped a Weasley brother. "Good morning, George," he says, distracted by making his cuppa.

George turned around at the sound of his name being said and gave Harry a little smile. "Morning, Harry," he says, walking over to the kitchen to Harry. "How have you been?"

"Not bad," said Harry, dipping the tea bag into the white mug of boiling water. "How about you?"

"I'm not bad, but I'm not too good either," muttered George, and he licked his lips at the smell of the tea in Harry's mug and summoned himself a mug and the boiler which was still hot with water inside it. Tea will surely make him feel better after a tough day.

Harry looked at him a little sadly, his hand which dipped the teabag into his tea stopping midway. "Did you want a hug?" he asks softly.

George shook his head, forcing a smile at him. "No, I'm good," he says after a beat, and he Accioed a Chamomile teabag from the pot on the shelf behind Harry. "But thanks."

Harry didn't accept his wishes. Everyone needs hugs every so often. "Well..." He dropped his tea bag back into the mug and went around the kitchen island towards George. "Too bad, you're getting one." He didn't hesitate to fling his arms around the taller man for a hug.

George froze at first, knowing he hasn't had a proper hug in a long time. He slowly gave in and hugged Harry back loosely. Merlin, he missed hugs. "Harry, I have a boyfriend," he tells him flatly. He doesn't know if he should have said that it was meant to be a secret until he was ready to come out. But oh well, Harry knows of it now.

"That's brilliant!" said Harry, beaming at the great news as he looks into the lounge room. But then his voice turned to sarcasm, "I have a boyfriend too; his name is Draco if you haven't noticed, and we've been dating for three years."

George laughed softly at Harry's sarcasm, even if the Draco part was true. "I know, Harry," he mumbles, dipping his chin to Harry's shoulder and sighed deeply. "You two are made for each other, literally. But I'm not joking. I do have a boyfriend."

Harry leaned away from the hug and stared up into George's brown eyes with excitement. "Congratulations!" he says lightly. He wanted to know about this man of George's. "What's his name? What does he do? Does he-"

"Do I get a say in this?"

Both George and Harry turned their heads to look at where the voice came from. Harry grinned and threw his arms around Draco's neck, nearly knocking the Slytherin off balance. He doesn't remember the Floo going off again after George had entered only a few five minutes ago.

Draco chuckled and hugged Harry back tightly, giving him a little kiss on the neck too, and then another one. "So, George," he mutters, distracted by Harry's neck and how kissable it is. "Tell us about this boyfriend of yours."

George smiled down at the cup of tea he made, remembering the dates he has been on in the past five months with his boyfriend. "He's a really cool guy," he tells him lightly, distracted by his thoughts. "Friendly, sweet, kind, energetic, funny..."

Draco nearly gagged. Instead, he said, "Not that kind of boring details." He pulled away from the hug with Harry but placed an arm around his waist. "Actual details like who he is and what he does for living."

"Oh," George deadpans. He shook his head as an apology for getting distracted. "Sorry, got a little carried away." He grabbed his mug from on the table and took a long sip from his tea. "Anyway, he's called Justin-"

"Please don't tell me you're dating Justin Finch-Fletchley," said Draco in alarm, his jaw dropped a little. A bloody muggle-born kid who he literally saw last Halloween kill some of his fellow Slytherins. He wasn't mad at him, but he was mad back then.

George laughed and shook his head at that hilarious thought. "No, a different Justin," he says, a small smile lifting onto his lips. "Justin Clarke."

Harry considered this for a minute, the name Justin Clarke sounding so familiar to him. Justin Clarke... He searched his memories to find a familiar face. Then he remembered who Justin was. "Wait... Justin Clarke, black short hair, brown eyes," he says quickly, not even believing that George met Justin out of millions of other men.

George was both excited and a little curious about how Harry knows all of this. "Yes, exactly!" he says a little happily, his smile widening. But how could Harry know about Justin? "But Harry, how do you know all that about my boyfriend?"

"Oh, I've met him before," Harry drawls, smiling at Draco and the memory of their last encounter with Justin. He remembered how adorably jealous Draco became. He will always remember that day. "Draco and I both met him in Chippenham not last year but the year before during the Christmas holiday. It's when Draco and I decided to go on a late Christmas date." He didn't say anything about the other boy Justin had mentioned on that day. He forgot the bloke's name anyway.

"Don't forget the time when we weren't dating and he kissed you," muttered Draco with a grimace. He was obviously still a little jealous because of that. But Harry was his now, and nobody else's. He will slap anyone who tries kissing his boyfriend or even trying to touch him.

"It was on the cheek where he kissed me, Draco!" Harry says at once, rolling his eyes at him and hiding a chuckle. "Even if he would have tried to kiss me on the mouth, I wouldn't have let him because I knew I was in love with you even then." He just didn't think that it was possible that Draco could like him then.

Draco looked at him with an inch of regret, hating how he reacted minutes ago. But he smiled sweetly at Harry's revelation. He too knew how much he was in love with Harry even back then, though he just had a different way of showing his feelings. "I love you too, Harry," he mumbled. "I always have done.

Harry smiled lovingly at him, knowing that was true. "I love you too, Draco," he tells him softly. "I fell for you unexpectedly, but now I plan to be with you forever."

George coughed, trying to get their attention again. He loves hearing couples say all these sweet things to each other, but right now, he wants to talk about Justin. "So, did you two get your invites to Bill and Fleur's wedding?"

Draco and Harry nodded, still caught up in each other's eyes. George smiled at them. "And your mother and father, Draco? Severus and Remus? Are they all coming?" The two younger boys nodded again. He drummed his fingers on the kitchen table out of boredom. "Tell me something I don't know," he drawls.

Harry's smile widened. "Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas are getting married," he tells the older Gryffindor happily.

George's eyes widened at that very new information that he was just told. "They're getting married?!" he asks loudly in disbelief.

"Well, I don't know if Dean proposed to Seamus yet," Harry says, finally looking away from Draco and at George. "I found the wedding ring in its box under Dean's pillow in the dormitory back at school. It surprised me..." Then he told him everything that happened on that evening, even the fake proposal he had to give Draco.

"Aww!" said George with a hand over his heart. He wanted to see the fake proposal now. "I wish we had a Pensieve so I could view that memory, if you would let me see it."

"I'd let you see it," Harry says, smiling brightly as he nods his head. He admits to himself that it will be a little embarrassing to show. "Anyway, let's hear about you and Justin and how you happened."

George grinned and summoned two extra mugs of boiling hot tea. "You better get comfortably because this is probably going to take up the whole afternoon," he says, passing Draco the grey mug of tea and the spare in the middle of the countertop. "Oh, and by the way, Justin and I have been dating for about five months."

Draco groaned into Harry's arm which made his green-eyed boyfriend laugh. Harry raised his eyebrows at George in surprise, "You've been dating for that long? Congrats!"

"It's nothing," George mutters with a light shrug. "You and Draco have been dating for years."

"Yes," Harry said with impatience, wanting to hear everything about George's love life, except for the in-bed experiences. Those George can keep for himself. "Now, tell us everything!"

George smiled.

*****

"Harry! Are you ready?"

"Coming dad," Harry yelled back from inside his bedroom. He was racing to get dressed because today was the day where they would go robe shopping for Fleur and Bill's wedding. He pulled on a pair of jeans, a black turtleneck sweater and some sneakers then exited his bedroom. He came face to face with Draco, threw his arms around him and kissed him.

Narcissa smiled at them while fiddling with her dark blue handbag. She was pissed that Lucius couldn't come shopping. He even wasn't allowed to go to Bill and Fleur's wedding because of Ministry regulations or something! It's just so barbarous! It might not be a family celebration, she gets that, but it's the marriage of friend's children. Lucius should be able to come to the wedding, but the bloody Ministry's orders are so daft and ridiculous.

Harry moved away from the kiss with a smile, he was staring down at Draco's lips. Then he looked up into his silver eyes, blinked and had to look away. He spotted Remus and Severus on the other side of the room, smiling at each other. "So, are we ready to go?" he asks the two adults.

"It depends if you're ready, Harry," said Remus, finally looking Harry's way. "Do you have enough money for a robe?"

"Oh, I guess I need to go to Gringotts then," Harry mutters, pursing his lips at the thought of being social again. He disliked the wizarding Bank, even if it was an intriguing place. He's just not a socially confident person.

"There's no need for that, my darling," Draco says, placing an arm around Harry's waist and holding him close. His other arm held his black bag full of galleons which he believes he took too much out of the bank. "I can just buy whatever it is you want."

"You really shouldn't have, Draco," said Harry softly, shaking his head while his face slightly reddens. He doesn't want his own boyfriend paying for his dress robes. "I'm capable of paying for stuff myself."

Draco rolled his eyes and strolled over to his mother while pulling Harry by the hand. "Too bad, I'm paying for you."

Harry wanted to reason with him but knew it would just take away too much time, so he sighed and responded by firmly saying, "Fine, but I'm paying you back."

Draco smirked, hoping Harry will forget about paying back because really, he doesn't want to be paid back. Especially not by Harry. "Let's go, mother," he says at once. "Twilfit and Tatting's?"

Narcissa nodded and held out her arms for both boys. "Severus, Remus, are you tagging along?" she asks them, and she feels the warm hands of her son and Harry wrap around her arms on both sides.

"Oh, yes we are," said Severus with a nod, and he stood up with Remus from the couch. "But after you two."

Narcissa smiled, gripped the two younger wizards tightly and apparated to a spot in Diagon Alley. Harry opened his eyes after that awful apparition feeling, seeing himself in a small dull alleyway. He doesn't get how Draco's so used to it. The blonde Slytherin can just elegantly stroll off easily without feeling dizzy or lightheaded. It took him a couple of seconds of deep breathing to know where Draco had disappeared to. It was a shop which a few elegant dressed witches and wizards were going into. The sign read 'Twilfit and Tatting's'.

Harry looked up at Narcissa who still stood beside him but was looking at him worriedly. He gave her a nod, telling her that he's okay now. The dizziness had just left him so he could walk into the shop. Someone had grabbed his arm and yanked him to the side. He shrieked, thinking he's going to get mobbed but when saw whitish blonde hair he calmed down a little and smiled.

Draco smiled back, cupped his hands over Harry's cheeks and gave him a quick kiss. "Let's go find some dress robes for the wedding," he says softly.

"Alright," was all Harry could say because being kissed by Draco surprises him every time. He just realized how much of a lovesick puppy he is around Draco.

Draco grinned and pulled Harry towards a bunch of racks to the side of the shop where they both started looking for something to wear at the wedding. When Harry was just searching through the racks at the dress robes, he laughed softly when seeing Draco grab about five different dress robes and rush into a dressing stall. He sighed and went back to looking for a dress robe. There was just so many! How do people even choose what they want when there's just so many they might like?

"Harry?"

Harry turned his head around and gasped at Draco who wore a dark blue Victorian tailcoat Frock. He is just beautiful! He didn't even need Draco to ask him what to say. "You look stunning!" he said in nearly a whisper, but it was audible for Draco to hear.

Draco smiled, a blush appearing on his neck and face. "But wait, there's loads more!" he says quickly.

Harry was about to say that Draco doesn't need to go putting on anymore because that dress robe looked beautiful on his boyfriend, but Draco had already disappeared into the dressing stall. He still needed to find himself a dress robe.

And then Draco came out of the dressing stall again, this time wearing a dark green and silver tailcoat frock. Of course, it just had to be the Slytherin colours but to him, Draco looked beautiful in anything. "Draco, you look absolutely beautiful!"

Draco bit his lip, the blush returning onto his face. "You haven't seen anything yet," he mumbles merrily. "There's more-"

"Draco," Harry cut him off, grabbed Draco's hands and held them in his. "Wear this dress robe." His voice was unwavering. "You honestly look amazing in all of the outfits you've shown me, even if it was just two out of a million."

"But Harry, there's so many more I could try," Draco said slowly with a big smile. "I could-"

Harry placed a finger over his lip to shush him and the Slytherin looked down at Harry's finger on his lip. "Draco, I mean what I say," he says, and he chuckles as the Slytherin kisses his finger. "I really do." He lowers his finger from Draco's lips and places his arms around Draco's waist. "You could wear all the dress robes in the world and look so incredible in all of them, but I think this one suits you the best. And it's your favourite colour, more like your house colour."

"Silver and Slytherin green aren't my favourite colours, Harry," Draco says, tilting his head to the side with a gentle smile, and he brought his hands up to cup Harry's cheeks. "Do you know what my favourite colour is?"

"E-Emerald green?" asked Harry with a stutter, mesmerized by his boyfriend wearing such an amazing piece of attire. He really liked how much the dress robe fit on Draco, and how it brings out the curves of his body, mainly his arse.

Draco nodded. "Your eyes are coloured emerald green, Harry," he tells him, getting lost in the depths of Harry's green eyes. "It's why it's my favourite colour. But not only that, it is my favourite colour and has been since I was born."

Harry bit his lip, blushing even if he didn't know it since Draco's touch on his skin was blinding all his other senses. He snaked his arms around Draco's neck and leaned forward, tilting his head to the side a little and feeling his heartbeat quicken as Draco's face came closer to his own. It wasn't until his lips touched Draco's soft ones, that his senses overloaded, and he felt like he was floating. He loves kissing his blonde snake, knowing he makes him feel so incredible both emotionally and physically. He twinned their tongues together, getting a good taste of his boyfriend then leaned away.

Harry looked around the store, one of his hands still held Draco's, and he spotted a dark green top hat with a silver ribbon around the base of it. It was perfect for Draco's costume! He gave him a quick kiss then went over to the hat rack to grab the top hat. He went back to Draco and placed it on top of Draco's head, grinning at how amazing he looked. "You look even better with the top hat, my love."

Draco turned around to face the mirror on one of the changing stall's doors and looked at his appearance. He adjusted his top hat on his head a little, Harry had placed his arms around him and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Draco smiled at Harry's reflection and turned his head for a kiss, but since mirrors are opposite, he went the wrong way. Harry chuckled and moved his head to the other side, but Draco had turned his head the other way and was confused by the mirror. But then Draco glared at the mirror, hating how tricky they are even if it's a simple mirror. Then his smile came back as he stared at Harry's reflection and could feel breathing on his neck, so he turned his head to the left and met with gorgeous emerald green eyes. "You know," he whispered, breath ghosting on Harry's lips. "We still haven't found you a dress robe."

"That's true," Harry whispered back, getting distracted by pools of silver with a hint of light blue in them. He couldn't look away. "I'm just distracted by these robes you're wearing. You look amazing in anything dark with a hint of silver."

Draco gave him a little kiss, which was just a soft brush of lips then leaned away. "I'm glad you notice what I wear," he mumbles, and that made Harry smirk. "Let's find you some dress robes. I am pretty sure Severus, mother, and Remus have already found something."

Harry made a throaty hum and nodded, agreeing with his boyfriend about that one thing. "I agree, you really are pretty."

Draco blushed and leaned forward for another kiss, soft and slow. "Harry, I mean it," he said softly as he leaned away. "Now we must find you something to wear." He moved out of Harry's arms and headed for the racks, smiling at Harry's lingering kiss to his lips.

Draco looked at one set of Dress robes, then looked at Harry up and down. He smirked and went back to finding something just for Harry even if Harry should be doing it himself.

Harry was looking for something to buy for himself. The tweed dress robes looked nice enough. He really didn't think there were more than one style of dress robes. There was just so many!

Draco didn't want to forget that he was wearing this dress robe and walk out of the shop without paying for it, so he went over to Harry, gave him a quick kiss to the cheek then went back to the dressing stalls.

Harry continued searching through the racks, trying to find something for the wedding. He even looked up at the front of the store, looking for either Remus, Narcissa or Severus but didn't see them. He hoped they hadn't left without them, but even if they did, he had Draco and they both could find their way back home on their own.

"You know, Harry..."

Harry nearly jumped out of fright because of the arms wrapping around his waist from being scared like that. He smiled and turned his head to the side, knowing exactly who it was but the blonde Slytherin was back in his coat and black jeans. "Yeah?"

"Maybe we should get matching dress robes," Draco requisitions with his charming smile, thinking about how Harry would look in a top hat. "I'll be wearing this dark green, and you could either wear red or blue. Your choice."

Harry considered this for a moment and thought about styling himself up just like Draco. He actually wouldn't mind, so he nodded. "I wouldn't really mind at all," he says lightly. "Show me this outfit you were wearing but coloured red."

Draco smirked. How could he have not known Harry would choose the red dress robe? He bent down, grabbed Harry's hand, and placed a kiss to the back of his hand. "Follow me, my darling."

Harry smiled endearingly at Draco, who led him by the hand to one of the dressing stalls. He entered and Draco passed him a piece of dark red clothing then shut the door. Harry could see a bunch of little vintage buttons and patterns on the material. He placed the material aside and started undressing himself. When he had the dress robe on, he exited the dressing stall and grinned at Draco who held a black top hat with a red ribbon around the base.

Draco's jaw dropped at the sight of Harry, and he nearly dropped the top hat in his hands. "Harry... Merlin's beard!" he says quietly in amazement. "You are so – you look so handsome!"

Harry blushed and bit his lip, looking at his handsome boyfriend. "Erm... thank you, Draco," he mumbles. "Um..." His blush only darkened as Draco placed the top hat on his head, snaked his arms around Harry's waist and leaned in for a kiss. Harry smiled slowly as his lips touched Draco's, and he became so addicted to Draco's lips that he forgot about time and realized he and Draco have probably been wasting the adult's time. He leaned away from the kiss but slid his hands down Draco's waist. "We should go pay for these items right now," he says after a beat, pressing his forehead to Draco's. "I think your mother, Remus and Severus have left us here alone. I haven't seen them in the shop since we first came in."

Draco turns his head and looks around the shop. He didn't see his mother anywhere, not even Severus or Remus. "I guess we should," he says, glancing around the room one last time before looking back at Harry. "Get dressed so we can pay for these outfits and get out of here."

Harry gave him a small nod, so he hurried back into the dressing room while Draco grabs his own outfit he'll wear to the wedding and fold it neatly into a pile in his arms. When Harry came out of the dressing room with his own dress robes in his hands, just not piled neatly like Draco's, they headed for the counter and paid for their dress robes. Well, Draco paid for their dress robes even if Harry protested that Draco didn't have to.

They exited out of the shop with white bags containing their dress robes and top hats for the wedding and went for a walk down Diagon Alley with their hands intertwined. What they didn't expect was Severus, Remus and Narcissa in the Leaky Cauldron having a drink of butterbeer and Narcissa just had some tea.

"Did you two have fun?" Narcissa asked serenely like she hasn't spent an entire hour in Diagon alley waiting for her son and his boyfriend to finish shopping for one piece of clothing that should have taken a couple of minutes to choose and pay for.

"Yes mother," Draco drawled, placing his bag containing his dress robe down on the table. "Harry and I had an excellent time and found exactly what we needed for the wedding. Did you?"

"That's good, and yes, I found exactly what I'm wearing," said Narcissa, smiling as she brought the mug of tea up to her mouth again.

"Are you both ready to head home?" Remus then asked, his finger gently running along the Butterbeer bottle's ring. He actually enjoyed his day, even if it was long with just shopping and a nice rest while drinking Butterbeer.

"Merlin, yes!" said Harry gaspingly, already excited to leave even if he had a great day with Draco. It was like going on another date with Draco, just him and Draco alone and having a great time even if it was only clothes shopping. "Can we go now please?"

"If you wish," Severus mutters, and he stood up from his seat. "But how does one take an hour to shop for one piece of clothing?"

Harry and Draco looked at each other with grins, knowing it was both of their fault as to why they spent so long in one store. "We will tell you later, Sev," Draco said quickly. "But right now, we'd like to go home."

Narcissa pushed her mug to the middle of the table, showing how eager she is to get back home. "Yes, let's head home," she drawls with a long sigh. I'd like to snuggle in my nice warm woolly cardigan and read one of my favourite novels."

*****

Harry's arms were still loosely wrapped around Draco as he woke up. He had an amazing long night with his naked Slytherin boyfriend last night and he wouldn't have wished for it to be better. Not only was it long hours of sex, but it was dancing freely together, showering together and just snuggling and cuddling together. Every night spent with Draco just keeps getting better and better for Harry. They haven't been spending much time at night together, including sleeping because Draco's either at Malfoy manor or Harry's at his father's house and they both just want to spend their time together every day, but also want to spend it with their own family.

It was Harry's birthday yesterday, and what better way to spend the night of it with Draco and having sex with him. But that wasn't all they did yesterday. They chased the peacock's around for fun, played a bit of wizard's chess and exploding snap with Narcissa, snuggled, and cuddled together, and went on a birthday date together. It's everything Harry has ever wanted on his birthday, to spend it with Draco, his family, and Narcissa.

Harry looked around the room and blinked. He was not in his bedroom at home, he was at Malfoy Manor in Draco's comfy bed. Merlin, he missed this heavenly bed. He looked down at his boyfriend and bit his lip, the early morning sunlight was shining through the large rectangular windows and made Draco's hair look almost golden.

He then remembered what day it was. The day of Bill and Fleur's wedding. What a great way to start a wedding day with sex, dancing and cuddling at night. He reached down and ran his fingers gently through Draco's blonde tousled hair but then froze as Draco's mouth opened slightly and he mumbled, "If you keep doing that, we'll have to have sex again."

When Harry drew his hand back away from Draco's blonde hair, Draco opened one eye and said, "That's not a bad thing, Potter."

Harry smiled and leaned down for a morning kiss, and Draco tried to emphasize his point by rolling over on top of Harry and opening his legs up. Harry groaned as he could feel Draco's dick dragging around his entrance and Merlin, he wants it again. But he couldn't. Well, he could but he didn't want to be late to the wedding.

"Let's have a shower and get dressed, my love," Harry says a little sleepily, and he yawned which made Draco smile adoringly.

Draco sighed happily, leaned down for a quick kiss then crawled off his bed and hurried to the bathroom. Harry sat up and covered himself with the hand-made Gryffindor blanket Draco got him for his birthday. He smiled and ran his fingers through the soft material and over the top of the crest. Draco's gifts are just so thoughtful, and Harry loves him so much for it.

"Harry, are you coming?"

Harry looked up at Draco's bathroom door and saw Draco poking his head into the room. He smiled, finding that little gesture cute. "Yes, I'm coming," he said quickly as he slid out of bed and went over to the bathroom, where Draco was smiling, and his head disappeared into the bathroom's room.

After a nice long shower together, they goth dressed into their dress robes for the wedding. Harry was putting on the black dress shoes and dark red tie Narcissa had brought for him when he looked up at Draco over at the wooden writing desk who was applying mascara, then eyeliner to his eyes. Merlin... He could already see how much the Slytherin's bright silver eyes were standing out.

When he finished with his shoes, he went over to Draco. Harry just stared at Draco's reflection, watching him applying the black eyeliner under his eyes. "Draco, you know you don't need to put makeup on to look your best," he says lightly, and he rubbed slowly at Draco's sleeved arms. "You're much more beautiful without makeup on."

Draco began blushing and smiling as he continued putting the eyeliner on. "You're very sweet, Harry," he says, distracting himself with his makeup but glanced at him for a second. "But I'm just putting it on to make my eyes stand out more."

"But your eyes already stand out to me," said Harry, leaning down and pressed a kiss to Draco's cheek. "You don't need to put on a ton of eyeliner. You're beautiful just the way you are."

Draco's blush darkened as he finished applying the eyeliner and mascara and turned his body around to face Harry. "Can I at least apply some on you?" he asks him. "Since we have matching outfits, I want to at least look a little the same."

Harry considered this for a moment. He hasn't worm makeup since their date in London back in their fourth year, and he never got odd looks from people. He nodded at him and closed his eyes. After only a split second he felt something soft running across the bottom of his eyelids. It felt a little uncomfortable, but he got used to the feeling.

"All done!" said Draco after a minute and Harry opened his eyes. Draco just stared at Harry, mostly into his bright green eyes which seemed to become even more brighter from the black eyeliner, and he smiled lovingly at him. "Now you're the beautiful one, my Harry."

This time, Harry was blushing from the compliment. He wondered if this was all Draco wanted to do, to apply eyeliner on. If Draco was done, then he would like to head to the wedding now. He hasn't been to one ever in his life. "Is this all, or can we go now?"

Draco rolled his eyes, mumbling, "My impatient little lion," but Harry could hear what he said and gave his cheek a kiss. Draco glanced back at him, leaned forward, and Harry knew he wanted a kiss so that's what he gave him. It was only a short kiss, and even if Harry wanted it to last longer, then he leaned away and stood up from the chair. He held out his hand for his blonde Slytherin boyfriend, and Draco took it and walked out of his bedroom with Harry.

They entered through to the lounge room after a long walk through the hallways together, and that's when they saw Narcissa sitting on Lucius' favourite armchair. Her blonde hair was curled into beach waves, she wore a long black and blue ombre one shoulder dress.

"You look lovely, Narcissa," said Harry at once and smiled brightly at her. He's never seen her dressed for anything formal, beside her usual formal wear, so this was a little new to see.

"Thank you, Harry," Narcissa said politely, adjusting one of her diamond earrings. "You're very sweet."

"He is indeed," Draco said to Harry and kissed his cheek with his own smile. "But my little impatient lion wants to head off to the wedding at this time."

Narcissa chuckled at the term her son used for Harry and got to her feet. "We can head over early then as it's only seven thirty-four," she says, walking over to them with a bright smile. "I am sure Molly wouldn't mind at all."

"Brilliant!" beamed Harry and rushed over to the Floo, taking Draco with him by the hand. Harry Floo'd to the Burrow and stepped out into the lounge room. He didn't see anybody, but he could hear the sounds of yelling, some thick material blowing in the wind and then the sound of someone walking out of the Floo behind him.

Harry went towards the kitchen, but Draco's voice told him to stop and so he did. He was in the kitchen, and he turned around, not noticing one other person in the room because Draco had walked in with his chin up high, top hat perfectly placed on his head and dress robes looking just as neat as they had done before.

"Harry!" Draco's voice sounded disappointed. "You've got ash on your dress robes!" He dusted off the ash from Harry's shoulders with his hand then wiped his hand clean with a deep sigh. "You clumsy little lion."

Harry chuckled at Draco and his obsession with looking perfect or trying to make himself look perfect. "Neat freak, that's what you are," he mumbles.

Draco smirked and wiped some of the ash on Harry's nose just for fun. Harry looked down at his nose and could see the ash smudge on his nose. Draco then looked Harry up and down, looking for any abnormalities in the dress robes Harry's wearing. He shook his head in disapproval and fixed the top hat on Harry's head a little until it was on straight. Then he adjusted out Harry's collar but glanced up into Harry's emerald green eyes every so often. "Have I ever told you how gorgeously handsome you are, Harry?" he asked when bringing his hand up to wipe the ash off Harry's nose.

"Yes, every single day," said Harry, blushing from the compliment and how much Draco's hands are tingling his skin.

"Well, it's because it is true," said Draco quietly and caressed both of Harry's cheeks with his thumbs. He loves the feel of Harry's soft, warm, blushing cheeks. Never taking his eyes away from Harry's green ones, he leaned forward, his heart hammering hard in his chest, and kissed him. When his lips touched Harry's soft ones, he closed his eyes and let the sensations of kissing him overwhelm him senses.

Harry and Draco then heard a cat call come from somewhere close by. They broke away from the kiss, even if it was hard doing so as they didn't want to and stared at the Weasley brother by the kitchen sink drinking a cup of tea.

"Mooorning," said George with a prolonged 'o' and winked at them.

"Morning George," said Harry, slightly blushing and wondering how long George has been there for. "So, how's your morning?"

Draco was smirking and thinking the same as Harry but focused his attention back at Harry's blushing cheeks which he adores so much.

"Believe it or not, you two just made my day," said George flatly, took another sip of his tea and looked out the kitchen window to where everyone was setting up the large undercover tents, tables, chairs, and everything else. He tried to ignore his reflection in the window. "Just letting you know that Severus and Remus arrived to help set up everything an hour ago so if you wanted to go see them you can. They're outside with your mother, Draco."

"We're glad to make your day better," said Draco, distractedly planting a kiss to Harry's cheek. "Perhaps Harry and I should keep snogging in kitchens and living rooms to make others' days better."

Harry grinned at that lovely thought and idea, and he felt so happy that he and Draco had made George's day better. George was still suffering with Fred's death, but Harry could tell he was getting better a little. He's proud of George's success. "And thanks for informing us about Sev and Remus," he added kindly. "We might as well go outside and wander around for a while. Shall we, Draco?" He held out his palm and Draco took it without a minute's hesitation.

"We shall, my darling," said Draco at once. With a smile goodbye, he and Harry went outside and saw a large white undercover area that looked a little like a tent. Floating chairs and tables were everywhere, moving to certain places underneath the undercover area to where the caster wanted them to go.

Draco caught sight of his mother talking to Severus and Remus, so he went over to them and pulled Harry with him. They didn't even remember Narcissa walking out of the Floo a while ago, they never heard the roar of the Floo erupt at all, so they pondered if she had apparated.

"Hello, Harry," said Remus as he sees the young boys walk over to him, and he smiles at the two who looked quite stylish. But then he paused and studied Harry's eyes. "Is that makeup?"

Harry nodded, keeping a firm hold on Draco's hand. "You don't mind, do you?" he asks flatly.

"Oh, not at all," said Remus, shaking his head. Severus shook his head too. "Sirius even wore makeup at times. He wasn't very good at it, but with some help from your own mother, he learnt how to properly apply it."

Severus raised an eyebrow at Remus, he never knew that about Sirius Black. He actually enjoys learning about the Marauder's and what they all did together. It was amusing knowing what they got up to and all their incredible, but a little daft, pranks they did to teachers and students.

"Oh, I remember Sirius stealing my own eyeliner when we were teenagers," said Narcissa with a chuckle, her hands steepled as she was deep in thought. "Such hilarious but memorable times at a young age. But anyway, I think more people are arriving and I'm sure there's a few last things to do before the ceremony begins."

"Can't wait!" said Harry, beaming at the thought of witnessing his first ever wedding he's ever been to but with Draco which makes it even better.

Draco smiled at him, their hands intertwined, and he kissed Harry's cheek. "Cannot wait!"

34 minutes later, Harry and Draco were seated in one of the front rows and facing Bill who looked undeniably nervous underneath the white undercover area. Everything in the undercover area was white with grey ribbons including the seats, tables and even the cake.

The colours, white and grey, reminded them too much of Fred's funeral, even if that day was just flooded with everything white. They just hoped George could handle this all, but when Harry looked behind him, George had a smile on his face and was looking up at his oldest brother. That was a relief to see. At least George looked happy, even if he could be faking it.

Then everyone turned their heads and looked back at the entrance flaps when the soft music began playing. Fleur, in a white and grey puffy dress, had walked in and down the white carpet with Ginny and Gabrielle, who all wore the same grey and black dresses, behind her and carrying white flowers.

Harry looked back at the front and pondered if Seamus will be walking down the aisle, or Dean, or whatever they will have when Dean finally proposes. Then he looked at Draco and just wondered, even if he shouldn't, if he would walk down the aisle or if Draco would. Just the thought about it was exciting. But he shouldn't be thinking about this now. Stuff weddings and the thoughts popping into his head.

Then the vows began as Fleur had reached Bill and stood facing him. Harry squeezed Draco's hand gently, he didn't know why he did so. Was it just out of excitement to finally witness a wedding or something else? Then Draco squeezed his hand back and Harry smiled.

"Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" asked the dark-haired priest to Fleur.

"I do," said Fleur.

Then the priest turned his head to look at Bill, "And do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do," said Bill.

"Very well," said the priest. "With the power invested in me I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Everyone stood up and clapped when Bill made the first move and kissed Fleur. The newly wedded couple then went to the middle of the room and began dancing, everyone around them made room for the married couple to dance around and began clapping to the music.

Harry and Draco smiled at each other, and when other people started either moving away from Bill and Fleur or had begun dancing themselves, Draco held out his hand for Harry and bowed down but didn't lose eye contact with him. "May I have this dance, my fair gentleman?"

"I don't know," said Harry, now smirking. "Should you?"

Draco rolled his eyes at him, and Harry swiftly grabbed his hand and pulled his blonde boyfriend towards him into a kiss. He placed an arm around Draco's neck and the other handheld Draco's hand. Even if they were kissing, Harry started swaying side to side in a slow dance and slowly Draco began to do the same. Draco purposefully stepped on Harry's foot, which made Harry groan in the kiss, but he didn't really mind. But then Draco continued to step on his foot, and Harry was getting a little annoyed because it was starting to hurt. At least Draco wasn't wearing heels, that's the main thing. When Draco stepped on his foot again, he groaned and pulled away from the kiss. "What?" he asked in a bitter voice.

Draco just smiled adoringly at him and stepped forward, telling Harry he wants to dance. With narrowed eyes his way from Harry, Harry began to dance with him. They waltzed around the room, passing Bill and Fleur, and exchanging smiles with them, then waltzing past Hermione and Ron who were slow dancing together, same with Ginny and Luna. Surprisingly, Luna's father was there too.

Draco spun Harry around, dipped him to the floor and kissed him. Harry's top hat fell off when doing so, which made him chuckle in the kiss and lean away. Draco brought Harry up to his feet, bent down to grab Harry's top hat so he could place it back on Harry's head and they began to waltz again.

They waltzed around the room until Draco waltzed them over to his mother. He pulled Harry closer for a quick kiss, smiled and went over to his mother for a dance.

Harry sighed and decided to look for his father or Remus for a dance. He finally found them talking to Molly and Arthur Weasley. "Dad, Draco ditched me so can I dance with you or Remus?"

Severus smiled and looked over at Draco dancing with Narcissa. Beside him, Remus was chuckling at the term Harry used. "Sorry Harry," mutters Severus. "I don't dance."

Harry just had the thought of that High School Musical song get stuck in his head. What was it? I don't dance... I know you can. Not a chance. If only he had the soundtrack. "Then Remus, will you dance with me?"

Remus smiled and nodded at him. It has been a long time since he's danced. "I sure will," he says and extends out an arm to him. "Let's go!"

Harry grinned and took Remus to the dance floor. He slow danced with him for a few minutes, even if he was just staring over at Draco and Narcissa slow dancing for most of the time.

"Oh, and by the way, you and Draco literally have the best dress robes here," said Remus quietly just in case there were curious ears around them. He didn't want to embarrass Harry.

"Thanks, Remus," said Harry softly. "I honestly couldn't find anything to buy so Draco offered this dress robe to me just so we could match. I'm glad Draco made the decision; I admit we look stunning." He paused and his heart skipped a beat as he made eye contact with Draco. Those silver eyes staring into his green ones, like they're looking through his soul. "Well, Draco's the one who looks stunning," he added quietly with a smile Draco's way.

Remus smiled at what Harry said. "That's very sweet, Harry," he mumbles, glancing over to Severus who's now talking with Mr and Mrs Weasley. "Tell me, I don't think I've heard this before but how long have you liked Draco for?"

"Love, Remus," Harry corrected him, still not taking his eyes off Draco. "I've liked him for a while, I think a couple months after the Christmas holidays of my second year that I started developing feelings for him. But when we first met, I remember feeling something like an electric pulse when our eyes met. I don't know what it was but back then, I just ignored what it was. It's the same when we first shook hands to make a truce, I don't know about Draco, but I definitely felt an electric sensation when our hands touched."

"Ah, of course," said Remus, understanding exactly what Harry meant. "The touch of love, when you realize that person is the one you love more than anybody else." He saw the smile on Harry's face and knew one thing. But he wanted to hear it from Harry first. "You do see yourself and Draco still together in the future?"

Harry thought about this for a moment and nodded. Yes, he sees himself with Draco in the future, still together for years. "Yeah, I actually do," he says, distracted at the thought of him and Draco married with kids. "Mom and dad married at 19, didn't they?" The question just popped out of his mouth; he wasn't sure where it came from.

"Yes, your mother and father did marry at 19," Remus says with a nod, thinking back to eighteen years ago on the day of James and Lilly's wedding. "Why did you mention it?"

"Umm..." Harry flushed and finally looked away from Draco. He took a step backwards and out of Remus' arms. "Nothing... it's nothing."

Remus raised an eyebrow at him but shrugged it off as nothing to be serious about. "Okay," he drawls, "If there's anything you need to talk about, you know Severus and I are here for you."

"I know, Remus," mutters Harry, now looking down and away from everybody's eyes. "I'm going to get some water." He didn't wait for Remus to answer, instead he made his way out of the large undercover area and into the Burrow. He thought he was going to the kitchen, but really, he was going up to Ron's bedroom.

He shut the door behind him and went over to the spare bed. He collapsed down on it and ran his hands over his face, sighing because he cannot get the thought of marriage out of his head. It's literally everywhere! It's like a damn sign telling him something. The thought of marrying Draco, he admits, sounds incredible! But at this age? He doesn't even want to think about it now. He feels as if he and Draco are just too young.

The door opened, and of course, Draco walked in. Harry looked over at the door and sat up, seeing that Draco had a piece of cake on a white plate in his hand.

"Harry..." Draco sat down next to Harry, placing the cake in front of them both. "You alright?" he asks softly.

Harry nodded; he really was okay. These thoughts were just a little annoying and overwhelming. "Yes, I'm great," he said quietly and nodded again. "Just tired."

Draco raised an eyebrow in disbelief. He sighed as a thought came into his mind, dipped his finger in the cake and wiped it on Harry's nose. It was mostly cream from the layer of cream on the inside.

Harry smiled and looked down at his nose. He tried getting the cake with his tongue, but it obviously didn't work. And then Draco licked it off, making Harry blush and lean away. Draco cupped Harry's cheek and leaned forward, sucking the rest of the cake off Harry's nose then leaning down for a kiss.

Harry nearly groaned in the kiss because not only he was tasting Draco, but he tasted strawberry and vanilla cake. It was incredible! But he would rather be tasting Draco, no matter how good the cake tastes. He placed his hand over Draco's other hand which sat on the Slytherin's lap, and Draco turned that hand over so he could intertwine it with Harry's. He fought for entrance to Draco's mouth, and when he got access, he twined their tongues together and tasted the Slytherin's delightful saliva.

Harry leaned away and opened his eyes, really having a look at Draco and knowing that he does want Draco for a very long time. Those silver eyes, which he loves and wants to see them every day and wants to wake up to them every day of his life. That whitish blonde hair he loves running his hand through and is always neat and styled. He loves it. Those soft, warm lips he loves kissing. Merlin, there's just so much to love about this blonde Slytherin wizard. He wants to be with him forever, to marry, raise children and so much more.

"What?" Draco asked flatly, tilting his head to the side. He loves when Harry stares at him, but he can feel some sort of vibe with makes him feel curious. "Do I have something on my face?"

Harry just smiled at him and sneakily dipped his finger in the cake and wiped it on Draco's cheek. "You do now."

Draco dropped his jaw, surprised at the sneaky little act and he smirked. "Oh, you little git!" He was going to wipe off the cake, but Harry grabbed his hand to stop him and licked it off, making him squeak. Harry laughed against Draco's cheek and lapped up the rest of it. He hummed with delight and leaned away. He grabbed the white spoon, dug it into the slice of cake and held it up to Draco's mouth.

Draco smiled and let Harry feed him cake, but he also fed Harry a couple of times. The spoon was warm from Harry's mouth, and wet from saliva. Then the door creaked open, telling Harry and Draco that someone had entered. There was a soft "Ahem!" which made them look towards the door.

"Boys, sorry for disturbing, but are you ready to go?" Narcissa asked them kindly, not at all impatient, her hand on the doorknob still. She hoped she hadn't interrupted anything.

"It's over already?" asked Harry slowly in astonishment and disbelief. He didn't think weddings would be this short.

Narcissa nodded at him. "But we can stay for a little while if you two would like," she tells them.

Harry considered this for a moment. He already congratulated Fleur and Bill, and Hermione and Ron were somewhere he probably doesn't know of. But he wanted to hear from Draco about this. "Draco, what do you think?" he asks him.

Draco shrugged, not minding if they leave or not. "I don't mind, but I guess we can leave," he deadpans, looking at Harry fondly. "That's only if you want too though."

Harry smiled at him and his decision. "I would like to go, yes," he says, nodding his head.

"Then let's go," said Narcissa with a smile at once, walking over to them and holding out her hand for apparition. When both boys stood up and held onto her arm tightly, she apparated them back to the Manor outside of the gates and they headed inside to the lounge room. She went over to the coffee table, picked up a black and silver gift and gave it to Harry. "This is from Lucius. I kind of forgot about it and I apologize."

Harry beamed at the new present. He didn't mind at all. "No need to apologize, Narcissa," he says happily. "It's quite alright." He gave her a hug, even if it was for Lucius but he wasn't here. "Tell him thank you."

"Harry, you can tell him that next week," said Narcissa, hugging him back loosely until he moved away so she could give him the gift. "We're going to visit him."

"What?" Draco asked loudly at the realisation that they all could go see his father. Then he threw his arms around Harry and kissed him with excitement and love. He just couldn't wait to see his father.

"That's incredible!" says Harry when leaning away from the kiss with Draco even if he didn't want to. He won't open the present until he gets back home to Severus and Remus, even if he considers Malfoy Manor a home. "I think I'm going to head home to Severus and Remus. I don't want them worrying and I'm sure they would want me back soon."

Draco sighed, not wanting Harry to go. He tightens the embrace with Harry to trap him in his arms. "Will I at least see you tomorrow then?" he asks softly. "Or the next day?"

Harry smiled and wrapped his arms loosely around Draco's waist and nodded. "I believe so," he says, and he feels Draco's arms tightening around him like a boa constrictor constricting its prey. "Remember you can visit any time you want. Just inform my dad and Remus about it."

"And me," said Narcissa, raising her hand a little.

"And your mother," Harry added to Draco, and gave him one last kiss, which ended up becoming breathtaking and addictive, but he managed to lean away. "See you both tomorrow."

"Love you, Harry," Draco says before Harry disappeared into the Floo. Harry looked back at him, smiled, mouthed I love you too and blew a kiss then went into the Floo.

*****

Harry and Draco, with some help from Remus, Floo'd to 12 Grimmauld Place and tidied up the place a little. Harry got rid of the house-elf skulls and donated them to the Department of Magical History and Artefacts, thinking that maybe they would want the skulls instead of just dumping them in the trash. Kreacher didn't care one bit though. Some of the darker items were sent to the Ministry as well, and Draco actually had a decent conversation with the portrait of Druella Black without her shouting insults to him.

Harry went up to Sirius' room with Remus and tried his best to get rid of most of the posters in the room that had gone all mouldy and started to smell. The posters had very good sticking charms on them that took nearly 30 minutes to get rid of each. They managed to get all of the posters of except two which Harry wanted to keep in memory of Sirius. A Gryffindor banner and one of the pictures of a Muggle half-naked woman in bikinis.

"Thanks, Remus," said Harry, dumping the mouldy smelly posters in a metal bucket and looking around the room with a smile.

"You're welcome," mutters Remus, took a quick look around the bedroom and sighed. "Let's go burn those outside," he says after a beat. "I heard you're taking Draco out into London to see some carnival. That sounds quite fun."

Harry nods quickly and walks out of the room with Remus, the metal bucket in in his hands, and he wrinkles his nose at the disgusting smell right under his nose. "I wanted him to experience another muggle thing to do, and I thought a carnival would be the best," he says, moving the bucket down and held the bucket by his waist.

"A carnival sounds really cool," says Remus, smiling at Harry and the ideas Harry has. "Do you know where you're going? How much it'll cost you? Those little details of your trip."

"Yes, yes, and yes," Harry says quickly, and they walk into the sitting room, and he sees Draco sitting at the piano playing an old Wizarding tune he doesn't know of, and it makes him smile just seeing his boyfriend. "Draco?" The Slytherin looks behind him at Harry, and Harry nods his head towards the door back out of the room. "It's time to go."

Draco nods and walks over to him, smiling with his teeth but as he smells what's in the bucket, he gags which makes Harry laugh. "Let's go then," he says at once. "Oh, and please, get rid of that bucket too. It's probably stained forever now."

Harry agreed with him with a nod. He's throwing the bucket away definitely, though it was used for Buckbeak for water when Sirius had to take care of him years ago. Now Buckbeak is back with Hagrid again but is roaming free in the Forbidden Forest or anywhere he wants to go.

They head outside, Harry places the bucket in the middle of the street and Remus casts an Incendio on it, lighting the posters up on fire in a jiffy. Harry steps back next to Draco and sighs as the stench eventually goes away.

"Well, we're off," Harry finally says, looking over at Remus. He remembers reading the latest diary entry in Sirius' diary about Sirius' and Remus' first kiss together. It was when James won the match by blocking the most goals, and Sirius and Remus were so excited by it that they ended up kissing each other. "Thank you for helping. I don't think I could have gotten those off the wall without you."

"It's alright, Harry," Remus says, smiling over at him. He wanted to spend some time with Harry and Draco anyway instead of doing school-related things. "I'm glad I could help. I know why Sirius chose to put them on his wall, though I knew he didn't like them."

Harry nods and quickly waves goodbye. "See you, Remus!" he says loudly as he turns around, grabs Draco's hand and pulls him across the street to the park to go a quicker way to the carnival. He's only been once to this carnival when he was 9. It was for not misbehaving all week, though he knows he didn't do anything.

"So, what's in this Carnival thing?" Draco asks Harry as they walk down a cement pathway in the park, surrounded by large Oak trees with a children's park in the distance, and they walked down to the black metal gates out of the park into the streets. The carnival's a few kilometres away, which means exercise and Harry doesn't mind that one bit. He knows Draco wouldn't mind either. It was a pretty chilly day after all.

"It has rides like Ferris wheels, roller coasters, arcade games, games to win prizes, and drop towers," Harry listed with a tap of his fingers, and he noticed the confused wandering look on Draco's face that made him laugh. "I'll show you when we get there, Draco."

Draco nods, and in the distance past some large buildings, he can hear faint music being played and he can see a large white circle object with odd smaller circles attached moving around like a clock. Harry tells him that's the Ferris wheel, and Draco wonders how that wheel is moving and standing without toppling over. He also sees a large long object with a square ring around it with seats that a few people are sitting on that go up and down quite fast. It looks scary to him.

When walking down the streets further into the city, they saw the large City Park lit up with colourful carnival rides, food and game trucks, a concert stage, and ticket booths. The entire carnival was surrounded by small white metal gates, and trucks.

Harry paid for the tickets into the place when they got there, and Draco kept looking down at the blue wristband he was given to by a young redheaded female who looked around nine. He mistakes the wristband for a piece of jewellery that everyone was given to keep, and he knows it must be cheap, but he doesn't really care. Harry even jokes around with him how the wristbands are jewellery that muggles retrieve for free when going to a carnival.

Harry pointed out to all the rides around the carnival and what they are to Draco, and same for the arcade games. He versed Draco in some prize games like Whack-A-Mole, Laughing Clowns, and Milk Jug Toss. He ended up winning more than once, and the prizes he won he gave to Draco which included a giant brown teddy bear with a red bowtie. They had to hide behind a truck to Shrink the Teddy with a charm to fit into Draco's jacket pocket. Then they headed back in front of the truck to the fair and got some fairy floss.

It was Draco's first ever time tasting Fairy Floss. He was quite mesmerised by the fluffy candy and wondered how in Merlin's name he can eat it. He tore off a bit and put it in his mouth, but just in a few seconds as he tried biting into it, the candy disappeared completely. His eyes widened, and he looked at Harry in surprise, and Harry only smiled and kissed him.

Harry took him to the Ferris wheel, and Draco got a little scared when they were halfway to the top, but he masked it well, and they had a look around at the view and kissed once their cart got to the top of the Ferris Wheel. Harry didn't know how well Draco would do on a roller coaster, but they went on one anyway. Draco was surprisingly okay on the coaster. When it first started moving, Draco whacked his hand onto Harry's and looked at him, clearly nervous. Harry smiled at him with reassurance, and saying they'll be okay, and Draco had sighed slowly and nodded. Draco even screamed when the blue coaster did loops and went up and down the steep drops and climbs. But afterwards, Draco did throw up in a bush, and Harry, a little flushed was behind him petting his back and looked away. When Draco was done, he then ordered Harry to get him some food, so he doesn't taste vomit anymore.

Harry had rushed over to a food stand and had brought two sausage rolls for Draco and himself. Draco devoured the sausage roll as they headed to the other side of the carnival.

"We have a very special guest today," said a booming voice in the background, and Harry looked over at the Concert Stage to see a man wearing Jeans, a black t-shirt with a small white logo on it. The crowd around the stage broke into a round of applause as a girl walks onto the stage with another girl beside her. "Now, welcome onto the stage, Mrs Ivy Black!"

Draco looks up at where Harry was looking at and where the voice said his deceased cousin's name. Harry linked arms with him and walked over to the concert area. Then they saw her. Well, they saw a couple of familiar faces. Ivy Black, who they thought was blown up somewhere in the UK, was on stage in front of their eyes wearing a long black dress with lace sleeves, and her hair was curled.

A little behind her was a familiar Gryffindor named Lavender Brown wearing a light blue dress, and she was blowing kisses at Ivy who was blushing and grinning at her. On either side of the stage where the curtains to the backstage area was Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle dressed in muggle suits. It's like they were normal muggles attending a concert that they work for.

"Hello everyone," said Ivy nervously to the crowd, and she fiddled with her nails. "I'm Ivy, as some of you might know-" Nearly half of the crowd cheered for her and cheered her name with excitement. Ivy chuckled at her fans. Harry and Draco were as confused as ever. "-from the many concerts I've hosted to raise charity and as a step up to becoming a star. It's a pleasure being here too. Now, let the evening begin!"

The crowd cheered as Ivy took off the mic from its stand and started singing one of her many songs she has written and performed to crowds before.

Harry and Draco were still so confused. Were they lied to? Did something actually happen? And what does Ivy mean when she said some of the crowd might know her from different concerts? What in the world is going on? What they both want is to go up to her and bombard her with questions like where has she been, and why didn't Lavender do her sixth year? They had many things to ask Ivy and Lavender. But how do they get her alone?

Harry looked at Draco and immediately went for a hug as he notices tears in the Slytherin's silver eyes. He knows Draco would be so confused, happy, a little sad, and relieved to see his cousin after more than a year of thinking that she was dead.

"Harry," Draco choked out, staring over at his cousin who just doesn't seem to see him at all. Shouldn't Ivy be beaming with happiness at the sight of him and Harry and come running off the stage into his arms for a hug?

"I know, Draco," Harry says softly, leaning up a little to kiss his forehead since Draco's grown an inch more. The Slytherin closes his eyes, dropping his chin to Harry's shoulder as he listens to his cousin singing up on stage. "It just doesn't make any sense," Harry continued slowly. "How can she – and then she..." He shook his head, sighing as he has no idea what to do right now beside the obvious. But even what he was thinking would be impossible. "We're going to find out what's going on, Draco. I promise you. Whatever happened on that day Ivy and Lavender got attacked, we will find out who attacked them and whoever else helped."

Draco nodded, and he looked up at Ivy singing her heart out about love to the crowd who also sang along with her. All he wants is his cousin back. Now she's definitely back, but she's a star. How? And when did she write those songs? He knows she doesn't write songs unless she does but didn't mention her new hobby at all.

While just listening to Ivy singing, Harry tried thinking about ways he can possibly get Ivy and Lavender alone with him and Draco to talk. He knows Draco would like to talk with Crabbe and Goyle too though. He could ask the security guards, and maybe actually Crabbe and Goyle as they were in muggle suits, but he doubts that they will let him, and Draco see the two girls alone. He tried anyway when Ivy went backstage for probably a little break, and to his surprise, he sees Theodore Nott come from backstage to lead Ivy and Lavender away.

The closest security guard to them said no, and Harry sighed and asked how much it'll be. Five hundred dollars. He doesn't have that much right now. He doesn't know what to do. Draco wants to talk to Ivy, but it is impossible.

"It's okay, Harry," Draco says weakly after they walk away from the Security Guard, a frown forming on his face, and he walked as close to Harry as he could. "At least I know she's alive and happy. Can we – we should leave, Harry."

Harry looks at him and frowns himself. Draco's just giving up? That hurt to see and hear. "Alright," he eventually says. "We can go then."

"Thank you," Draco mutters. Harry nods and takes him home. When they get back to 12 Grimmauld Place, they Floo to Severus' house and Harry tells him and Remus what happened and who they saw at the carnival.

Severus and Remus look at each other, shocked that five Hogwarts student's presumed dead all this time are in fact not. This was a matter to discuss with McGonagall, and if their suspicion is correct about the use of Dark Arts, the Minister. Who would dare change the lives of teenagers and how they lived before when they had dreams of their own?

*****

Harry met with Draco in the Leaky Cauldron after he finished his apparition test with Ron. It only took him a few fifteen minutes, which wasn't very long at all. He was beaming with excitement, and Ron was just glad that he passed this test instead of having to do it again, which he told Harry he'd rather quit than try again. Harry just nodded along with him, but when he saw Draco enter the Leaky Cauldron, he walked up to him, threw his arms around his neck, and kissed him.

Draco just blinked at him, surprised at the sudden kiss but tilted his head slightly to the side and kissed him back. He closed his eyes and placed his arms around Harry's waist, kissing him lovingly and excitingly because he was excited with his apparition results.

They both leaned away when they realized they were losing breath. "I passed!" they both said at the same time. Harry smiled and Draco just laughed softly.

"You're talking about the apparition test, right?" Harry asked quickly just to make sure Draco meant the same thing. "That you passed that."

"Yes!" said Draco breathlessly and nodding his head. "I passed, and you passed! Should we go tell mother?"

"I believe we should," said Harry, smiling brightly because now he can go anywhere, he wants in a matter of seconds. "What do you think? Are we going to give our official apparition license a test?"

Draco grinned and led Harry by the hand out of the Leaky Cauldron and into the streets of Muggle London. "Remember, Harry," said Draco a little seriously because this is a serious way on transporting oneself to a place. "Apparate to the gates of the manor, not inside of it."

"Okay," said Harry, and he nodded. He didn't want to find out what would happen if he were to apparate inside of the manor. "I'll see you there, my lovely Draco." Before Draco could reply back to him, he gave his cheek a quick kiss and apparated away.

Harry landed behind the closed sky grey gates of Malfoy Manor. First, he checked that nothing had splintered, which nothing had so he was grateful about that. The familiar crack of apparition echoed from behind him, and he turned to face Draco. "Um..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "The gates. I can't..."

Draco just smiled and tapped the tip of his wand on the Black and white Malfoy emblem in the centre of the gate. Slowly, the gates opened up, and Harry blinked and walked on through with Draco. When they entered and headed towards the manor, the gates then closed shut.

They searched the manor up and down together, until they found Narcissa in the drawing room. "Mother guess what?" Draco asked with a wide grin and strolled over to her.

"Ah, my son and Harry," said Narcissa, fanning herself with her dark purple hand fan. "My two-favourite people, other than my Husband."

"Harry and I passed our apparition test, mother," Draco said at once to his mother, keeping his excitement down by smiling at her.

Narcissa's face lit up and she stood up, dropping her fan on the white leather couch and went over to them. "Oh, that's marvellous!" she beams and gives them both a tight hug. "I have to get you both a gift."

"No need mother," said Draco in the hug, smiling lovingly at Harry beside him who's blushing face brings joy into Draco's heart. "I have everything I ever wanted right here with me." Narcissa was beaming at her son's love for Harry, and she hoped so much that when her son asks the most important question whenever he decides to say it, that Harry will say yes. Or perhaps it'll be the other way around. She then goes to Harry for a hug.

"Actually," Harry says and smiles in the hug and at the thought of visiting a place he hasn't been to in a while, "how about we visit France again? Just us three, like we did two years ago."

"What a lovely idea," Narcissa said lightly. "Merlin, even I haven't been to France in a while. We ought to go!" She gripped her son's and Harry's arm and apparated them to the Malfoy French Manor.

Harry looked around the living room with awe. Everything still looked the same from when he first saw it. But he still hasn't seen the outside of the house. "I've only seen the inside of this manor," he says after a minute. "Could I have a tour of the outside, please?"

"Why, of course!" said Narcissa at once.

Harry really couldn't decide whether he liked Draco's bedroom the best or if he liked the outside more. He just realised that when standing a few meters in front of the massive French building, that it was a large French Country House. It had a little French garden in the front with a small water fountain which small birds that Harry has never seen before were drinking from it.

"Absolutely gorgeous," Harry says and bends down to pick a yellow rose from the rose bush.

"He sure is," Draco responds quietly to him, smirking as he could see a red tinge form on Harry's face. Such a beautiful part of his boyfriend exposed to him.

Harry turned around to face him and put the rose behind Draco's ear. He made sure there were no thorns still on the small stem beforehand, then he kissed Draco's cheek and intertwined hands with him again. "Now, where else haven't I seen?"

"Well, there's the backyard," said Narcissa, tapping a finger over her other hand's index finger to list out what Harry hasn't seen yet. "The basement, sunroom..."

Draco rolled his eyes at his mother, just knowing there's too many rooms and outdoor places to say so he pulled Harry into a kiss which lightened up his mood further. The tour was a little boring, since he's been through the manor's walls thousands of times, but he went through with it for Harry. He did it just for Harry. Besides, he enjoyed exploring the manor again since it has been a long time since he's been on the outside of the French manor.

*****

A week from having to head back to Hogwarts for their seventh year, Harry and Draco went to London for a date. Draco was a little on edge since the last time they were in London, they saw Ivy alive and well as well as Lavender and a few other students they know of.

Harry took Draco into the city mall and showed him what a vending Machine is, and he even brought him a can of coke to see how Draco would react. Draco looked at the cylindrical can as Harry gave it to him and flipped open the lid and brought it up to his mouth for a sniff. He wrinkled his nose, held his breath, and took a sip. He nearly gagged, quickly rushed up to the nearest pot plant that's away from people and spat it out. Harry was laughing, and Draco went back to him with a shake of his head and handed him the coke.

Harry took sips of the coke, to Draco's disliking, as they walked through the mall and out the other side to the pavement along the river. They were distracted by each other, the sounds of the whispering winds, and the flowing river.

They ended up on the other side of the city near Leicester Square and wandered around for a while until Harry was stopped by Draco looking into a cafe. Koha Restaurant and Bar. Harry looked into the large window and saw a few people, young and old, seated in the cafe. But the person he sees Draco looking at is a young woman drinking what looks like cranberry juice with extremely curly blonde hair that's almost as if it were fake, a large sun hat, a red dress with little cherries on it and a black coat. Her lips were cherry red, eyelids a light red-pink shade, and cheeks a light pink.

This young woman doesn't look like the woman she once was. It was Ivy Black, but blonde. He looks at Draco who was frowning and pulls him into the cafe by the hand. This was it. He had to find out what's going on. "Ivy Black?" he asks, standing to her side with Draco.

Ivy doesn't look up; she just continues scrolling through TikTok and drinking her drink. "Yes, it's me," she mutters to her phone. "Please, don't be so loud. It's hard enough having to go out looking different every day."

Draco sniffs and slides into the seat facing Ivy. He looks at her sadly and just wants a hug but knows that won't happen. "Ivy, do you know who we are?" he asks flatly, and when she finally looks up at them both, she shakes her head. Draco frowns. So, something did happen that day of the war? "Do you know what Hogwarts is?"

Ivy shook her head with a sigh, a little irritated at these two fans of hers. What do they want? "No, I don't know what Hogwarts is," she drawled, then looked back at her phone. "But I've heard the name pop up over and over again with Theodore, my first guard, and Igor my manager." She scrolls through a few more TikTok's, looking a little bored. "Do you want an autograph or something?"

Draco looked a little taken aback. He knows she's irritated. He grew up knowing everything about Ivy when he first met her. How could she not know what Hogwarts is? It's more of a home to her than any other place. And Theodore? Does she mean Theodore Nott? Who's Igor? But there's one thing he knows Ivy remembers for sure, or already knows. Her vampiric abilities. "Ivy Elvira Black, we know who you are, what you are, and that this life isn't your real one."

Ivy's fake ocean blue eyes shot up to look at him with a mixture of horror and forced disbelief. Could they smell the blood she was drinking from her McDonald's cup? She hoped not. She knew the laws. Carrying blood is very suspicious to muggles, but she needs her food and got her blood bags from the nearest hospital. She looks at them both hesitantly, wondering how they know everything about her.

She turned her phone off and places it screen-down on the table and crossed her arms over the table. "How the hell do you know my middle name?" he asks the blonde quickly. "Nobody beside my girlfriend knows. Not even my fans know of my middle name. And what do you mean what I am?"

Harry looks around the cafe quickly then hesitantly leaned over the table a little towards her. "We know you're a vampire," he whispers to her, cringing a little as they're surrounded by muggles. "We know your real eyes, under those contacts you're wearing, are black. You need blood but can eat human food. You're not only a vampire. You're half-witch too. Same as Lavender Brown, your girlfriend. Gregory Goyle, Theodore Nott, and Vincent Crabbe are wizards like me and Draco." He wanted to bring out his wand to show her but not when there's muggles around.

Ivy blinked at him. How does he know so much about her that's actually true? "How the fuck do you know all that?" she hissed, narrowing her eyes at them and Draco nearly jumped in his seat from hearing her swear. She doesn't know why these two are telling her than she's apparently a witch and the two are wizards.

"We do because we know you personally," Draco tells her flatly, frowning at her drink which he knows is obviously blood. How does she not know who he and Harry is? Or even Hogwarts? "You're my distant cousin." Ivy looked at him, her coloured-on blonde eyebrows rising. "My Aunt Married your father's brother. We're related by marriage, not blood."

"Do you have any proof of this that I'm related to you?" Ivy asks Draco at once, and she takes a long sip from her cup when watching Draco's features closely. She's been reading their minds, and nothing seems suspicious of these two.

Draco shakes his head. He has a family tree, but Ivy wouldn't show on them. "No, we don't," he mumbles, noticing the stain of blood on her teeth but anyone would think it's tomato sauce. "I just hope in your heart you can trust and believe Harry and I."

Ivy hesitates for a minute before she nods and takes off the lid to her cup. She downs the rest of the blood with a deep sigh. "I can't believe I'm saying this but...I believe you both," she says to them at last, and bites her lip from a smile. "I never knew I had a distant cousin."

"Yeah, but the problem is you don't seem to remember us at all, or our school Hogwarts, or that you're a witch," Harry says, clasping his hands over the table, and looked deplorably at her. He had been discussing this topic with Severus and Remus a week ago to see if there was something that happened, which obviously there was, and how it happened. He thinks there's definitely Dark Magic involved, and dark memory spells that makes someone forget their entire life apart from some things.

"Oh," said Ivy blankly, blinking at him as she reads his mind to make sure of things. She just cannot believe it though. "Well...I don't remember anything or any of what you've said." She hesitates and thinks for a moment. "A witch, huh?" She smiles. "Cool."

"Yup," said Draco, and with a quick glance around the cafe and an Accio Cup, Ivy's empty cup zoomed towards him into his hand, and Ivy shrieked but quickly covered her mouth with her hand to quieten her voice. Ivy's eyes widened a little, and Draco quickly filled her cup up with water by a Aguamenti. He gave it back to her, and Ivy peeked into the cup and pursed her lips.

"Couldn't you at least fill it up with more blood if there's a spell for that?" Ivy asks Draco quietly, and Harry can't help but snort. "I'm still sort of thirsty."

"No, there's no spell for what you want," Harry says, shaking his head, and he grabs Ivy's cup and drinks the water for himself. He winces and nearly gags as he tastes a little bit of blood. Ivy giggles and Draco rolls his eyes at him. "But...do you remember anything from last year in either July or August?"

Ivy sighs and tries concentrating hard on her thoughts and memories. "I don't remember anything from sometime during August where my memory is blank," she tells the two flatly while tucking a blonde curly lock behind her ear. "What I do remember is waking up one day and suddenly I'm singing on stage with a crowd of a few hundred people. Those hundred turned into thousands, then to hundred thousand and here I am now."

Draco nods at her. He wishes she remembered more about last year during the holidays so he can piece things together. What did happen last year? Who erased Ivy, Lavender, Gregory, Theodore, and Vincent's memories of Hogwarts and their actual lives and made them think they lived a different life? It's what he wanted to know and what he will find out. Too bad he and Harry only has a few more days left of holidays.

"Wait..." said Harry flatly, recalling Ivy saying some other person's name earlier and how recognisable it is. "You said someone's name... Igor someone... Who is it? Who err... organises everything?"

"Oh, my mother and Igor Karkaroff," Ivy tells them, and she grimaces at the memories of the two flirting together and doesn't see the shock on the two boy's faces. She nearly gags at the time that Harry snorts, and Draco just smirks. "They're a bit close... Too close, actually. It's disgusting." She looks out the window of the cafe into the streets for a quick second. "Anyway, there is a few other men too. One's Russian, the other Bulgarian and one from France. Forgot their names, too hard to pronounce." She sighs and stands up from her seat. "I should head back to my hotel anyway. My Lavender is probably wondering where I am right about now."

"Oh, alright," Draco says after a beat, though nor he or Harry wanted her to go. They still had so much to ask her regarding Igor and how many other Death Eaters were still out there. "Is there any way we can contact you though?"

Ivy shook her head, but then hesitated and tilted her head. "Unless you have phones," she says, grabbing her phone from the table and showed it to them. "We could text or call each other whenever we can."

"We don't have phones," Harry tells her, shaking his head. Ivy looks at them in disbelief. "We're wizards. He-" he points beside him at Draco, "grew up in the wizarding world where no muggle thing exists. Muggle is a way of saying non-magical folk." He drops his hand to Draco's waist and slides it around him. "I could have gotten a phone since I grew up in the muggle world, but my muggle relatives wouldn't allow it at all."

"Oh," Ivy mutters, sent a quick text to Lavender over her phone saying she's coming back, and then pocketed her phone. "Well... is there any way of contacting you at all?"

"Harry and I will send you an owl," Draco says, leaning into Harry's side and watches her walk around the table and gave him an odd confused expression. He smiles at her confusion. "It's how we wizards communicate with each other. We don't use vans and trucks or however muggles send their post to each other."

"Okay then," Ivy says casually and sighs as she glances out the window into the street. She wants to go see her Lav again. "Well, I have to go now. See you some other time!"

"Bye Ivy," Harry says lightly, smiling at her with his teeth. He hopes he and Draco can see her again some time. Is there such a spell that will bring back deleted memories? Can he and Draco get Ivy to remember her real past? He hopes so.

"Goodbye," Draco says, and he grins when Ivy pats him and Harry on the shoulder before waving goodbye and exiting the cafe. He sighs and leans his head on Harry's shoulder. "Thank Merlin that went well... I was thinking she wouldn't believe us at all."

"Yeah," Harry sighed, places a kiss onto Draco's forehead and Draco bites his lip and nuzzles Harry's Adam apple. "We should head back. Everything we talked about with her needs to be discussed by Severus, Remus, and Headmistress McGonagall. She can pass everything onto the Ministry from Hogwarts."

Draco nods. They order a coffee to go and head back home where they find Remus reading by the fireplace and Severus busy writing at his desk in his study. They didn't want to disturb the two adults, so they waited until lunch to tell them and went to Harry's room for a snuggle to pass the time.

*****

Draco sent an Owl to Ivy with a letter and some Wizarding Candy from Honeydukes after a conversation with Severus about the probability that Ivy can get her memories back. Same with Lavender, and the three other Slytherin's they know but the only problem is having to find them and talk to them about who they really are. He and Harry just has to take Ivy and Lavender to St Mungo's for memory rehabilitation.

A day before Harry and Draco head off back to Hogwarts, they meet back in London at the same cafe, and Harry's rolling his eyes when Ivy, who still looks like Marilyn Monroe with her blonde curly hair, begins to rant about how cool it is to have Owls that deliver messages. Lavender's just standing by Ivy's side with a green muggle sport cap on her head and black sunglasses and looks quite unsure about why she's here and if the boys have been lying to her girlfriend about all this wizard and witch crap. But if vampires exist, then anything could exist too. Does that mean...demons exist?

Draco had booked the girls' first appointment next Saturday, and it meant he and Harry have to ask permission to leave the school grounds just to meet up with the two girls. He believes Severus and Remus will let him and Harry go. He is Seventeen after all.

Just so Lavender believes what Harry and Draco tells her, they refill her glass of water up and even colours the glass purple. Lavender's eyes widen as she examines the glass that was once a clear white colour, and Harry tells her all about Hogwarts and how she's a witch just like his best friend Hermione. Lavender only began to believe the boys when they coloured her cup, refilled it with water, and even coloured the water inside it a dark blue so that it was like she was looking into the depths of a Lapis lazuli crystal. "Wow..."

"That's not all we can do," Harry says lightly and turns to Draco with a grin. Draco raises an eyebrow, and Harry looks up at his boyfriend's white-blonde hair with a grin. He could risk colouring Draco's hair a nice shade of red, which he knows will probably anger Draco.

Draco leans away a little from Harry like he knows what he is thinking, and he shakes his head firmly at him. "No," he says at once, "you're not doing anything to my hair, Harry. Go transfigure a bird into a goblet! Or even better, turn a barrel into a bloody pig!"

"You can turn animals into things and things into animals?" Ivy asks flatly in disbelief. Lavender's mouth fell open, and Draco nodded his head after a quick glare Harry's way to not try anything he will regret later on.

Harry grinned innocently at him and looked at his fellow Gryffindor beside Ivy. "A few years ago in Transfiguration class, we had to transfigure cages into Piglets," he says to Lavender. "In the end of the lesson, you didn't want to leave your Piglet, which you called Daisy, behind in class so you took her back to your dormitory." Ivy giggled and nudged Lavender in her side, making her blush a little. "You also gave Daisy a little enclosure too."

"That's my Lav Lav," Ivy mumbles to Lavender's ears and kisses her neck as she knows that's definitely something her girlfriend would do. Lavender beams and leans into the Ivy's kiss, her face only reddening more. "So, what else has she done?"

Harry smiles and tells the two girls everything from when he first met them, but mostly about Ivy as he never paid attention to Lavender at all until she started dating Ivy. He didn't mention his depression though. That's something the memory rehab will give them, he hopes. He doesn't exactly want to tell the two everything. It's exhausting.

"What I want to know is... since you don't remember Hogwarts or growing up as witches, what was your childhood like?" Draco then asks the two girls. "I don't know much about your childhood, Lavender. All I know is that you grew up on a farm. But Ivy... It's all hard to say because you didn't really like your life at all." He didn't say anything else. He was going to mention that she had tried ending her life a few times but didn't want to upset her.

Ivy raised a blonde eyebrow. "I what?" she asks him, confused. Draco just shook his head, looking extremely sad, and same did Harry. She decided to ignore that topic. "Well, I grew up on a dairy farm with my mother. My father apparently died of suicide when I was only a year old, but I don't know where his grave is. Mom never took me to see it." She shrugged. "I never believed her anyway. And so... yeah." She then smiles, reaching her hand to Lavender's to hold. "I met Lavender when I was around 12 when her family organised a Farmers Market in the closest town to her. It turns out we lives 15 k's away from each other. That day, I took the bus into town, wanting to buy myself a new book but instead found myself buying Strawberries from a girl with her hair in two plaits, wearing jeans and a flannel shirt."

"That was me," Lavender said with her hand raised, and she was grinning at her girlfriend. "It was the most incredible day of my life. The day I met my girlfriend."

"It was mine too," Ivy says lightly to her girlfriend, before kissing her nose, making Lavender blush and giggle.

"And how was your mother?" Draco asks Ivy again. He just wanted to know what she was told by whoever took her memories from her. "Did she treat you right?"

Ivy looked at him curiously. "Why wouldn't she treat me right?" she then asked him. "But overall, yes, she was a good mother to me."

"Okay," Draco says quietly, giving a little nod. He wanted to ask if this mother of hers had hit her before but didn't want to ask such a question. "And you, Lavender? What was your childhood like before you met Ivy?" It was what he expected. She just grew up on a crop farm, growing food for the locals. 

As afternoon came and a storm rolled in, they decided to part ways and head back home. Harry and Draco had their trunks to pack for their last year at Hogwarts. Draco wanted a hug from Ivy since he hasn't had one from her for a very long time but thought she wouldn't want to be hugged by someone she only met a few days ago. Maybe some other day.