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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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22
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21,757
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131
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“You have to tell me what you’re going to wear, Harry!”
“Why, Dray? I want it to be a surprise!”
“But if you’re going to wear red, then I need to know so I don’t wear green and make us look like a bloody Christmas tree!” Harry thought for a moment.
“Wear your black, leather trousers and your azure shirt,” he said firmly.
“I don’t know why I’m trust you on fashion, but okay, Love.”
It was three days since the lovers had had dinner at the Weasley’s when Harry and Draco had decided to sit down and plan their wedding.
“What about the date, a Thaisce? We haven’t decided on one.”
“Erm...How about between our birthdays? Mid June? Early July?”
“How about July 30?”
“Why that date?” Draco shrugged.
“Why not?” Harry chuckled.
“Good point. Okay. June 30 it is. Who are you going to ask to be your best man?”
“Severus,” the blond answered with no hesitation. “What about you?”
“Probably Ron.”
“Probably?”
“Well, he’d be hurt if I didn’t ask him but...I don’t have anyone else to ask. The twins and I aren’t that close. Neither are Neville and I.” Harry shrugged. “He’s still my best friend, after all.”
“It’s your wedding, Harry. You get to decide who your best man is. Not Weasley.”
“I know. But I don’t think it’d feel right if Ron weren’t my best man.”
“I’m not trying to change your mind, Love. I just want to make sure that you’re sure about the decision.”
“I know, Dray. I am.”
“Okay. Traditional vows?” Harry shook his head immediately.
“I want us to write our own vows.”
“Okay,” Draco agreed. “The only three things left are where to have the ceremony, who is going to officiate and the reception, which, of course, breaks down into a million little things.”
“Arthur.” Draco nodded his head in agreement.
“I’ve always wanted my wedding to be on a beach.”
“Anything you want, Love. This is your wedding, too.” Draco grinned.
“It is, isn’t it?” Harry just laughed.
“Yes it is, Love. So about this reception. We need to figure out: if we want it to be formal or relaxed, music, food, location, dessert, a cake and, of course, the Honeymoon.” Draco grinned.
“I’ll take care of the Honeymoon,” he said suggestively. “But I think I would prefer a more relaxed reception.” Harry nodded.
“Yeah. Me too. Maybe at The Burrow? I’d rather not have EVERYONE know where our house is just yet.”
“I definitely agree, Love. What about the music? I want someone who can trust not to play anything too horrible.” Harry thought for a moment.
“What about Thomas Latrella?”
“Who?”
“Thomas was a Ravenclaw in our year. He became really close with Neville in NEWT Herbology. He’s working as a Muggle DJ in Liverpool but I’m sure he’d come up as a favor to Neville.”
“No horrible music?” Draco asked cautiously. Harry laughed.
“I’ll make sure of it. Speaking of Muggle things...” Draco looked at his fiancée warily. “I want a limo, Dray.” The blond shook his head, refusing.
“I don’t trust Muggle drivers. And beside that, how will we explain how to get to The Burrow? We’d wind up having to Obliviate them. On the Honeymoon, Love. I promise.
Harry nodded solemnly. Draco was right, after all, so he agreed to the minor (yet still disappointing) compromise. “What about the food? And the cake?”
“The cake we’ll go shopping for next week. But before we think about the food, we should probably make the guest list.” Harry agreed and they set to it.
An hour later, they’d composed a list neither of them had expected:
Arthur & Molly Weasley
Ron & Hermione Weasley
Bill & Fleur Weasley
Charlie Weasley (+1)
George Weasley (+1)
Fred Weasley & Katie Bell
Neville & Ginny Longbottom
Blaise Zabini & Pansy Parkinson
Seamus Finnegan (+1)
Remus Lupin (+1)
Severus Snape (+1)
Minerva McGonagall (+1)
Vincent Crabbe (+1)
Gregory Goyle (+1)
Dean Thomas (+1)
Mrs. Black (Draco’s grandmother) (+1)
“We can’t invite all those people, Dray! Blaise and Seamus will kill each other! Pansy and ‘Mione, too!” Draco laughed.
“Okay. No Zabini and Parkinson. No Finnegan.”
“Dean, too. He and Gin were serious for a bit. Might be a little awkward with Gin married to Neville now.”
“Good point, Love. Crabbe and Goyle?”
“They’re your friends, Dray. They’re your call.” Draco thought for a moment.
“No. I want it just family.” Harry smiled at his fiancée.
“Okay, Love. So then the revised list is:”
Arthur & Molly Weasley
Ron & Hermione Weasley
Bill & Fleur Weasley
Charlie Weasley (+1)
George Weasley (+1)
Fred Weasley & Katie Bell
Neville & Ginny Longbottom
Remus Lupin (+1)
Severus Snape (+1)
Minerva McGonagall (+1)
Mrs. Black (Draco’s grandmother) (+1)
Draco nodded as Harry asked, “What about the food then?”
“We could go to the wizarding caterer Mum always used for her dinner parties,” Draco suggested. Harry shook his head.
“I want to keep things quiet for as long as possible. I love you and I’m not ashamed but I’m not ready to step back onto the front page of the Prophet just yet. I want our wedding day and Honeymoon to be as peaceful as possible.”
“He’s very discreet, Harry. Mother’s ‘dinner party’ guests didn’t have the best of reputation.”
“If you think he can keep our secret, then we’ll go talk to him when we go shopping for the cake. What about desserts in general? Yes? No?” Draco thought for a moment.
“Maybe something light...a fruit salad?”
“That sounds perfect. So that’s everything then?” Draco nodded.
“I can’t think of anything else. I just hope Arthur can make it so I can at least face Janes before his Kiss.” Harry moved and gathered his lover in a tight embrace.
“I know, Love. If we don’t hear from him by Monday, we’ll fire call him, okay?” Draco nodded.
“Okay,” he answered.
***
Harry and Draco were cuddled up together in front of a roaring fire on Sunday night. Draco was reading Where The Red Fern Grows out loud to Harry because Harry had been pestering him to do so since before Christmas. Last year.
In the middle of a very intense scene, the fire glowed green and Arthur Weasley’s head appeared. “Oh, I’m sorry to interrupt, Boys. But I have some rather important news.” Both men perked up at that statement. “I pulled some strings and I got you fifteen minutes with all three Death Eaters, Draco.” Draco let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and clung to Harry more tightly.
“Thank you, Mr. Weasley. I don’t think I’ll be able to ever repay you.”
“You’re welcome. Now, please, know that only Draco will be allowed in the room and no one will be there to witness the actual Kiss. Their magic will be bound, so they will not be able to do, or attempt, wandless magic and, of course, they will be physically restrained. You will surrender your wand at the gates of Azkaban upon entrance and your magic will be highly monitored, just as a precaution.” Both Harry and Draco nodded in acceptance. “You may, of course, say anything you wish to them. The room will be warded to alert us to any magic or physical contact. When you wish to leave, Draco, all you have to do is say the word ‘dragon’ and someone will be there immediately to open the door. Every precaution to ensure your safety will be in place. You may choose the day but their sentence will be carried out on February seventh at nine o’clock in the evening.” Draco nodded while thinking.
“Would Wednesday be too short notice? I want to get this over with.”
“Wednesday at ten o’clock in the morning, Draco. You and Harry may Floo to my office and then you and I will go to Azkaban. Harry may either wait here for you, at your home or I’m sure Molly would love to visit with him at The Burrow. When we return to my office, I will have a portable Pensieve for you to capture the memory in to share with Harry, or anyone else, if you’d like.” Draco beamed.
“Thank you again, Mr. Weasley. We will see you at ten on Wednesday.” The fire glowed green again and Arthur’s head was gone.
Author\'s Note: I know Draco\'s grandmother is randomly thrown in there, but...well, the plot bunnies have their reasons for everything (or so they tell me o.O)
Again: Thomas Latrella is an OC whose name I...erm...\"BORROWED\" from a real, live person that I know.
Did I miss anything in the wedding plans? Please let me know and I\'ll work it in! Anything else that Arthur should have warned Harry and Draco about? Again, let me know! I have no beta so I\'m going to rely on you, my readers, to point these little things out ^.^ And all the (+1)\'s on the list will have, at the very least, names when the wedding makes it\'s apperance!!!
Also, I know that this is a short chapter, but I thought that Draco\'s confrontation deserved a chapter of its own and I can\'t really move on with the story until that is taken care of. It\'s why he\'s going to do it so quickly.
\"Where the Red Fern Grows\" is one of my all-time favorite books and it\'s definately a book that Harry would probably enjoy reading. So I added it here.
That\'s about it! Pleaes R&R and I hope you enjoy!!
“You have to tell me what you’re going to wear, Harry!”
“Why, Dray? I want it to be a surprise!”
“But if you’re going to wear red, then I need to know so I don’t wear green and make us look like a bloody Christmas tree!” Harry thought for a moment.
“Wear your black, leather trousers and your azure shirt,” he said firmly.
“I don’t know why I’m trust you on fashion, but okay, Love.”
It was three days since the lovers had had dinner at the Weasley’s when Harry and Draco had decided to sit down and plan their wedding.
“What about the date, a Thaisce? We haven’t decided on one.”
“Erm...How about between our birthdays? Mid June? Early July?”
“How about July 30?”
“Why that date?” Draco shrugged.
“Why not?” Harry chuckled.
“Good point. Okay. June 30 it is. Who are you going to ask to be your best man?”
“Severus,” the blond answered with no hesitation. “What about you?”
“Probably Ron.”
“Probably?”
“Well, he’d be hurt if I didn’t ask him but...I don’t have anyone else to ask. The twins and I aren’t that close. Neither are Neville and I.” Harry shrugged. “He’s still my best friend, after all.”
“It’s your wedding, Harry. You get to decide who your best man is. Not Weasley.”
“I know. But I don’t think it’d feel right if Ron weren’t my best man.”
“I’m not trying to change your mind, Love. I just want to make sure that you’re sure about the decision.”
“I know, Dray. I am.”
“Okay. Traditional vows?” Harry shook his head immediately.
“I want us to write our own vows.”
“Okay,” Draco agreed. “The only three things left are where to have the ceremony, who is going to officiate and the reception, which, of course, breaks down into a million little things.”
“Arthur.” Draco nodded his head in agreement.
“I’ve always wanted my wedding to be on a beach.”
“Anything you want, Love. This is your wedding, too.” Draco grinned.
“It is, isn’t it?” Harry just laughed.
“Yes it is, Love. So about this reception. We need to figure out: if we want it to be formal or relaxed, music, food, location, dessert, a cake and, of course, the Honeymoon.” Draco grinned.
“I’ll take care of the Honeymoon,” he said suggestively. “But I think I would prefer a more relaxed reception.” Harry nodded.
“Yeah. Me too. Maybe at The Burrow? I’d rather not have EVERYONE know where our house is just yet.”
“I definitely agree, Love. What about the music? I want someone who can trust not to play anything too horrible.” Harry thought for a moment.
“What about Thomas Latrella?”
“Who?”
“Thomas was a Ravenclaw in our year. He became really close with Neville in NEWT Herbology. He’s working as a Muggle DJ in Liverpool but I’m sure he’d come up as a favor to Neville.”
“No horrible music?” Draco asked cautiously. Harry laughed.
“I’ll make sure of it. Speaking of Muggle things...” Draco looked at his fiancée warily. “I want a limo, Dray.” The blond shook his head, refusing.
“I don’t trust Muggle drivers. And beside that, how will we explain how to get to The Burrow? We’d wind up having to Obliviate them. On the Honeymoon, Love. I promise.
Harry nodded solemnly. Draco was right, after all, so he agreed to the minor (yet still disappointing) compromise. “What about the food? And the cake?”
“The cake we’ll go shopping for next week. But before we think about the food, we should probably make the guest list.” Harry agreed and they set to it.
An hour later, they’d composed a list neither of them had expected:
Arthur & Molly Weasley
Ron & Hermione Weasley
Bill & Fleur Weasley
Charlie Weasley (+1)
George Weasley (+1)
Fred Weasley & Katie Bell
Neville & Ginny Longbottom
Blaise Zabini & Pansy Parkinson
Seamus Finnegan (+1)
Remus Lupin (+1)
Severus Snape (+1)
Minerva McGonagall (+1)
Vincent Crabbe (+1)
Gregory Goyle (+1)
Dean Thomas (+1)
Mrs. Black (Draco’s grandmother) (+1)
“We can’t invite all those people, Dray! Blaise and Seamus will kill each other! Pansy and ‘Mione, too!” Draco laughed.
“Okay. No Zabini and Parkinson. No Finnegan.”
“Dean, too. He and Gin were serious for a bit. Might be a little awkward with Gin married to Neville now.”
“Good point, Love. Crabbe and Goyle?”
“They’re your friends, Dray. They’re your call.” Draco thought for a moment.
“No. I want it just family.” Harry smiled at his fiancée.
“Okay, Love. So then the revised list is:”
Arthur & Molly Weasley
Ron & Hermione Weasley
Bill & Fleur Weasley
Charlie Weasley (+1)
George Weasley (+1)
Fred Weasley & Katie Bell
Neville & Ginny Longbottom
Remus Lupin (+1)
Severus Snape (+1)
Minerva McGonagall (+1)
Mrs. Black (Draco’s grandmother) (+1)
Draco nodded as Harry asked, “What about the food then?”
“We could go to the wizarding caterer Mum always used for her dinner parties,” Draco suggested. Harry shook his head.
“I want to keep things quiet for as long as possible. I love you and I’m not ashamed but I’m not ready to step back onto the front page of the Prophet just yet. I want our wedding day and Honeymoon to be as peaceful as possible.”
“He’s very discreet, Harry. Mother’s ‘dinner party’ guests didn’t have the best of reputation.”
“If you think he can keep our secret, then we’ll go talk to him when we go shopping for the cake. What about desserts in general? Yes? No?” Draco thought for a moment.
“Maybe something light...a fruit salad?”
“That sounds perfect. So that’s everything then?” Draco nodded.
“I can’t think of anything else. I just hope Arthur can make it so I can at least face Janes before his Kiss.” Harry moved and gathered his lover in a tight embrace.
“I know, Love. If we don’t hear from him by Monday, we’ll fire call him, okay?” Draco nodded.
“Okay,” he answered.
***
Harry and Draco were cuddled up together in front of a roaring fire on Sunday night. Draco was reading Where The Red Fern Grows out loud to Harry because Harry had been pestering him to do so since before Christmas. Last year.
In the middle of a very intense scene, the fire glowed green and Arthur Weasley’s head appeared. “Oh, I’m sorry to interrupt, Boys. But I have some rather important news.” Both men perked up at that statement. “I pulled some strings and I got you fifteen minutes with all three Death Eaters, Draco.” Draco let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and clung to Harry more tightly.
“Thank you, Mr. Weasley. I don’t think I’ll be able to ever repay you.”
“You’re welcome. Now, please, know that only Draco will be allowed in the room and no one will be there to witness the actual Kiss. Their magic will be bound, so they will not be able to do, or attempt, wandless magic and, of course, they will be physically restrained. You will surrender your wand at the gates of Azkaban upon entrance and your magic will be highly monitored, just as a precaution.” Both Harry and Draco nodded in acceptance. “You may, of course, say anything you wish to them. The room will be warded to alert us to any magic or physical contact. When you wish to leave, Draco, all you have to do is say the word ‘dragon’ and someone will be there immediately to open the door. Every precaution to ensure your safety will be in place. You may choose the day but their sentence will be carried out on February seventh at nine o’clock in the evening.” Draco nodded while thinking.
“Would Wednesday be too short notice? I want to get this over with.”
“Wednesday at ten o’clock in the morning, Draco. You and Harry may Floo to my office and then you and I will go to Azkaban. Harry may either wait here for you, at your home or I’m sure Molly would love to visit with him at The Burrow. When we return to my office, I will have a portable Pensieve for you to capture the memory in to share with Harry, or anyone else, if you’d like.” Draco beamed.
“Thank you again, Mr. Weasley. We will see you at ten on Wednesday.” The fire glowed green again and Arthur’s head was gone.
Author\'s Note: I know Draco\'s grandmother is randomly thrown in there, but...well, the plot bunnies have their reasons for everything (or so they tell me o.O)
Again: Thomas Latrella is an OC whose name I...erm...\"BORROWED\" from a real, live person that I know.
Did I miss anything in the wedding plans? Please let me know and I\'ll work it in! Anything else that Arthur should have warned Harry and Draco about? Again, let me know! I have no beta so I\'m going to rely on you, my readers, to point these little things out ^.^ And all the (+1)\'s on the list will have, at the very least, names when the wedding makes it\'s apperance!!!
Also, I know that this is a short chapter, but I thought that Draco\'s confrontation deserved a chapter of its own and I can\'t really move on with the story until that is taken care of. It\'s why he\'s going to do it so quickly.
\"Where the Red Fern Grows\" is one of my all-time favorite books and it\'s definately a book that Harry would probably enjoy reading. So I added it here.
That\'s about it! Pleaes R&R and I hope you enjoy!!