Harry Potter and The White Queen (BP3)
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Vows
Chapter Number/Total: 25/49
Chapter Title: Vows
Words: 2816 Words
Harry blew his fringe from his eyes, paced, and had to bite his fingernails to keep from messing his hair up. He hadn't thought that he would be nervous, but he couldn't help the way his stomach swooped every time he thought about what he was about to do. He didn't know why he felt like he did. He was practically married already, but this was so official. They would really, really be married after this.
He stared in the mirror at his reflection, took a deep breath and then began pacing again. How much bloody longer did he have to wait? He was just about to raise an unconscious hand to his hair when there was an, "Ah, don't do that."
Harry looked over to see Ron, in dress robes and shaking his head at Harry. He was leaning against the door frame and smiling amusedly.
Harry let out another deep breath.
"Nervous?" asked Ron, stepping into the room.
Harry shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe a little."
Ron snorted. "What's there to be nervous about, mate?"
Harry stared at him for a second. "I'm getting married."
Ron snorted again. "You already are if you ask me," he said, coming to stand in front of Harry and holding out a white lily to pin to Harry's robes.
Harry smiled and let Ron pin the flower. "I know - I just - I'm getting married. For real. Married."
Ron smiled. "Yes, you are," he said. "It'll be brilliant."
Harry was silent for a second. "Do you really think so?" he asked, looking at Ron seriously.
Ron looked up at Harry from what he was doing. "'Course," he said. "You guys love each other ... And I'm sorry for being such a git before ...."
"You said sorry a long time ago," said Harry quietly, smiling at his best friend.
"Well, yeah, I know ... but not really," said Ron. "Draco really does love you, Harry. Really. A lot."
Harry nodded. "I know," he said.
Ron was silent now for a moment. "And it doesn't matter that his past is kind of, well - you know, or that you're both blokes. I can just tell that this is good for you. I am really sorry. I promise."
Harry's smile grew. "Apology accepted," he said quietly.
Ron smiled, too. "I'm really happy for you, Harry. Draco - he's a good bloke." He finished with the flower.
Harry nodded again. "Yeah, he is," he said, thinking of the man he loved with all his heart. He looked back up at Ron. "You're a pretty good bloke yourself," he said. "Thanks, Ron."
Ron grinned. "Hey, what are best mates for?" He turned Harry so that he was facing the mirror. "Now let's get you straightened up, yeah?"
Harry grinned, too. "Yeah," he said.
***
There was no reason Draco should be nervous. They were already married, for Merlin’s sake. But he couldn’t seem to sit still. Remus looked at him with that bemused smile and it made Draco want to throw something at him. “What?” he snapped petulantly.
“It’s okay, Draco,” Remus said. “Let me get the tie for you.”
“I should bloody well be able to tie my own,” Draco muttered, but surrendered to the offer anyway, standing and tapping the toes of his shoe. “Shouldn’t we be down there now?” he asked.
Remus sighed. “One of your house-elves will let us know when it’s time,” he reminded the nervous blond.
“Benedict,” Draco huffed.
“What?” Remus asked.
“His name is Benedict. Thanks to Granger’s influence I have been trying to learn the names of all the bloody house-elves,” Draco said with a groan.
Remus laughed. “How many are there?” he asked, trying to distract Draco, who had started an annoying habit of tapping his new fingers on things.
“I have no idea,” Draco said. “Nor, apparently, do they. We supposedly have a village of them.”
“A village?” Remus asked, truly surprised.
“Who would have thought it?” Draco shrugged. “They all look so much alike it is hard to tell. But I have learnt to recognise three, maybe four of them.”
“There,” Remus said, stepping back.
Draco started pacing again immediately. It felt like it had been days that he'd been locked in this room. What was Harry doing? Were the guests all here? Did Snape come? His mum? Oh, Gods, what had he been thinking doing this? He was already married. Why allow all this fuss?
Remus shook his head. “Draco. Draco.” He tried to get the man’s attention.
Draco stopped and frowned at him. “What?”
“I don’t know which house-elf this is, but he's carrying a flower.” Remus pointed to the elf who had appeared.
“Benedict,” Draco said. “Time to go?”
The house-elf held the flower out. “Madame Fleur says you put this on,” he said.
“I’ll get it,” Remus said, and began to pin the lily on Draco, a far away expression on his face as he did.
Draco watched him, suddenly remembering. “You miss them,” he said quietly.
“Yes,” Remus said. “They would have wanted to be here. For Harry and you.”
“You are here,” Draco said quietly. “And it means a lot to Harry. And to me.”
“Master Draco,” Benedict interrupted.
“Yes?” he snapped.
“Time to go,” Benedict told him.
***
When Harry was finished getting dressed, he began pacing again, apparently, much to Ron's amusement.
"Have you seen Draco today?" Harry asked, suddenly feeling a strong urge to touch Draco. He hadn't been away from him this long since the night before Harry had cut his arm off. He was feeling antsy.
"I saw him once today. He's fine," said Ron, shaking his head again.
Harry sighed.
There was suddenly a crack and a strange-looking little elf was standing there with long skinny legs and eyes that seemed to look a little past you rather than focusing. He dropped to the floor at Harry's feet.
"What's your name?" Harry asked automatically, knowing straight away that this was an elf he hadn't met before. Every elf he'd encountered previously knew not to drop to the floor when they saw him.
"Boas," said the elf.
"Stand up and don't drop to the floor when you see me," Harry said, trying to make the command sound kind.
Boas stood up immediately and stared at Harry with his strange eyes. "I is being sent here to tell you that it is being time to go," he said.
Harry took another deep breath and let it out slowly. He looked to Ron, who grinned.
"Ready?" Ron asked.
Harry nodded. "Ready," he said.
***
Draco and Remus Apparated to the east door of the hall. Benedict followed them a second later.
The doors to the hall were closed. "I'm going in now," Remus said to Draco. "You enter when McGonagall uses her wand to open them on both sides." He explained, even though Draco technically knew all this.
Draco was breathing deep and slow. Deep and slow, he told himself. Calm. I can do this. I will see Harry and nothing else will matter. Yes, that was it. Think of Harry's eyes.
Remus shook his head as Draco was clearly beyond even a polite response at this point. He opened the door a bit and slipped inside to take his place among the circle of friends and family.
Harry and Ron Apparated to the west entrance and once there, Harry immediately reached for his hair again.
"Don't," Ron said, slapping Harry's hand away and grinning at him. "Fleur will kill me if I let you mess your hair up."
Harry sighed, staring at the door in front of him and knowing that Draco was just across the room beyond.
Ron slapped his hands on Harry's shoulders and gave them a quick squeeze. "You look great, I'm sure Draco looks great and you're getting married," he said.
Harry nodded, only able to manage another slow breath.
"All right. I have to go in now. You know what to do, right?"
Harry nodded again.
"Okay, mate," Ron said with a small smile, "See you in a bit." Then he opened the door and stepped through it.
***
Draco knew the words that McGonagall was saying, the purpose of a marriage rite and all that. He had helped write the ceremony, after all. He didn't care now. He wished they had written a shorter ceremony. He wanted to be with Harry. Finally, after what seemed like hours but was probably only a few minutes, the large double doors swung open, revealing the circle of friends inside with a small table and Professor McGonagall standing in the centre. Draco paid them no attention. His eyes went directly to the opposite side of the room where the matching set of doors had opened to reveal Harry Potter standing there. Draco smiled, sighing happily, and was unaware of anything else. He didn't know if some part of him heard McGonagall call them forward. All he knew was that he and Harry both began walking toward the centre at the same time.
Harry felt like he needed to jump or scream to rid himself of his nerves, but thankfully, he was able to hold back from that. He stood listening to McGonagall and wishing it was over already. Finally, finally, the doors opened and Harry's eyes settled directly upon Draco, moving no where else, not even when he began to move forward. He smiled at that gorgeous man as they drew closer to one another, and wanted so badly to touch him, but he merely stood before him, his heart beating madly and his stomach swooping again in a way that was more exciting than nauseating.
Draco looked directly into Harry's green eyes and nowhere else. Even without the binding promise, he felt there was nothing he wouldn't do for him. Looking at him, here, in a bounded magical circle was like looking back through time, seeing the face of that boy in the robe shop again and knowing he had to have him. He had to make him see him. Now Harry did see him, looked nowhere else. That is what Draco had always wanted.
Draco heard their names spoken as McGonagall asked, "Do you, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, enter this circle of your own free will for the purpose of binding your lives together in marriage?"
"Yes, I do," Draco spoke aloud.
Harry stared at Draco's face, a gentle smile on his own. He felt filled with love, utterly. It was a strange and wonderful feeling, like he was flying but grounded all at once.
"I do," Harry spoke after Draco.
A shiver of magic rippled between them with each of their words and tingled down Draco's spine.
"Those assembled are here to witness and affirm your exchange of vows," McGonagall said. "Draco Malfoy, what do you here vow?"
The words seem to flow from his lips without him having to think to recall them, and he felt the magic of the Manor responding to them. "I, Draco Validus Malfoy, vow and affirm that you, Harry James Potter, are my husband. I vow to be at your side through life’s pains and pleasures, facing challenges and celebrating our triumphs, for a long as we both live. I am your mirror opposite. Look into the mirror of my eyes and see yourself in me. Look out at the world with me, and see what we can do, together. We have come a long way, and I want to travel the rest of my journey with you. I am yours, and would not want it any other way."
"And, Harry Potter," McGonagall prompted, "what do you here vow?"
Harry's heart soared with Draco's words. He felt light-headed with them.
He opened his mouth to recite his vows and did so without any hesitation, every word true to its core. "I, Harry James Potter, vow and affirm that you, Draco Validus Malfoy, are my husband. I vow to be at your side through life's pains and pleasures, facing challenges and celebrating our triumphs, for as long as we both live. I promise to keep you safe from harm to the best of my ability, to love you with every part of myself for my life and yours. I will be your best friend and your lover, your partner and your confidant for as long as time allows. I am yours, and would not want it any other way."
Draco trembled at Harry's words and the power in his magic as it swept through him. The Manor's magic flared in the stones of its foundation.
"In token of these vows, you have both agreed to wear rings. Rings made of white and yellow gold entwined, symbolising opposites which complement each other, remaining true to themselves but united together," McGonagall intoned as Ron and Hermione stepped forward with the rings.
Draco held out his right hand and Hermione placed it in his palm. He grinned as he stepped closer to Harry, waiting for him to hold his left hand out.
Harry's heart felt like it had disappeared, it was beating so fast. He held his left hand out, feeling like he might tackle Draco to the ground if he touched him.
Draco's hand trembled as he held the ring between his thumb and finger, sliding it on Harry's. The moment he touched him, the other man's magic spiked through him and he gasped. He licked his lips, his entire body now trying to convince him that Great Rite was a good idea after all. He had to reign in the impulse, pulling his hand back slowly as his breathing sped up.
Harry's breath hitched and he had to force himself to move back and hold his hand out for Ron to hand him Draco's ring.
Ron placed the ring in Harry's palm and Harry had to brace himself to touch Draco again.
Draco held his left hand out, the silver-hand sparkling in the torchlight. There was an audible gasp from behind the circle of friends and Draco glanced up. He froze.
Standing by the door and slightly to the back of the outer circle, was Narcissa Black Malfoy and a man whose features Draco didn't recognise but whose magical glamour told him it had to be Severus Snape.
Harry glanced over too, his mouth hanging slightly open and his fingers poised to slip the ring on Draco's finger.
Draco brought his eyes back to Harry. "Don't stop," he whispered barely opening his mouth.
Harry looked at Draco and the rest of the room disappeared again. He held the ring and pushed it onto Draco's silver finger, his skin tingling where it touched him. He stared into his eyes, smiling again, and then performed a wandless, nonverbal spell to weld the ring to Draco's hand. He had been practising the spell with everything he had to get it right.
Draco thought he would pass out when Harry cast the spell. Harry's magic flared over them both, and, combined with the Manor's magic, it was overwhelming. Draco's arousal was climbing with it. He slid his hand against Harry's, taking hold of it.
"Let all those who would vow to honour and support these two in their marriage, please take a step forward and say, 'we do'," announced McGonagall.
Draco refused to look, fear prickling up his neck. Did Severus and Narcissa step forward or not? He heard the movement of all those who did, intoning with McGonagall, "We do." The torches flared again and Draco shivered, thinking that only Harry was keeping him upright now.
Harry looked at Draco and nowhere else, his hands shaking slightly. He couldn't seem to stop moving his fingers against Draco's, needing the friction and contact. He grabbed his other hand and held that, too.
"Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, you are now wed. You may kiss your husband," McGonagall said.
Harry laced the fingers of both their hands together before taking a step towards Draco. There was literally nothing else in the entire world, in the entire universe as far as Harry was concerned. He brought their faces together slowly, his eyes falling gently shut. He could feel Draco's breath on his face, ghosting across his lips and finally, their lips met and he could've sworn his heart stopped right there before it picked up again, double time.
Harry stepped in and kissed Draco and the magic swelled higher. Draco moaned into his husband's mouth, pressing his body against him.
"Uh-oh," said an amused voice nearby.
Harry gasped and released Draco's hands to slide his own up Draco's arms and then down his sides and around to rest at the small of Draco's back.
McGonagall cleared her throat. "We ask the guests and wedding attendants to adjourn to the feast hall for a light meal, where the grooms will join us ... erm, in a while."
Chapter Title: Vows
Words: 2816 Words
Harry blew his fringe from his eyes, paced, and had to bite his fingernails to keep from messing his hair up. He hadn't thought that he would be nervous, but he couldn't help the way his stomach swooped every time he thought about what he was about to do. He didn't know why he felt like he did. He was practically married already, but this was so official. They would really, really be married after this.
He stared in the mirror at his reflection, took a deep breath and then began pacing again. How much bloody longer did he have to wait? He was just about to raise an unconscious hand to his hair when there was an, "Ah, don't do that."
Harry looked over to see Ron, in dress robes and shaking his head at Harry. He was leaning against the door frame and smiling amusedly.
Harry let out another deep breath.
"Nervous?" asked Ron, stepping into the room.
Harry shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe a little."
Ron snorted. "What's there to be nervous about, mate?"
Harry stared at him for a second. "I'm getting married."
Ron snorted again. "You already are if you ask me," he said, coming to stand in front of Harry and holding out a white lily to pin to Harry's robes.
Harry smiled and let Ron pin the flower. "I know - I just - I'm getting married. For real. Married."
Ron smiled. "Yes, you are," he said. "It'll be brilliant."
Harry was silent for a second. "Do you really think so?" he asked, looking at Ron seriously.
Ron looked up at Harry from what he was doing. "'Course," he said. "You guys love each other ... And I'm sorry for being such a git before ...."
"You said sorry a long time ago," said Harry quietly, smiling at his best friend.
"Well, yeah, I know ... but not really," said Ron. "Draco really does love you, Harry. Really. A lot."
Harry nodded. "I know," he said.
Ron was silent now for a moment. "And it doesn't matter that his past is kind of, well - you know, or that you're both blokes. I can just tell that this is good for you. I am really sorry. I promise."
Harry's smile grew. "Apology accepted," he said quietly.
Ron smiled, too. "I'm really happy for you, Harry. Draco - he's a good bloke." He finished with the flower.
Harry nodded again. "Yeah, he is," he said, thinking of the man he loved with all his heart. He looked back up at Ron. "You're a pretty good bloke yourself," he said. "Thanks, Ron."
Ron grinned. "Hey, what are best mates for?" He turned Harry so that he was facing the mirror. "Now let's get you straightened up, yeah?"
Harry grinned, too. "Yeah," he said.
***
There was no reason Draco should be nervous. They were already married, for Merlin’s sake. But he couldn’t seem to sit still. Remus looked at him with that bemused smile and it made Draco want to throw something at him. “What?” he snapped petulantly.
“It’s okay, Draco,” Remus said. “Let me get the tie for you.”
“I should bloody well be able to tie my own,” Draco muttered, but surrendered to the offer anyway, standing and tapping the toes of his shoe. “Shouldn’t we be down there now?” he asked.
Remus sighed. “One of your house-elves will let us know when it’s time,” he reminded the nervous blond.
“Benedict,” Draco huffed.
“What?” Remus asked.
“His name is Benedict. Thanks to Granger’s influence I have been trying to learn the names of all the bloody house-elves,” Draco said with a groan.
Remus laughed. “How many are there?” he asked, trying to distract Draco, who had started an annoying habit of tapping his new fingers on things.
“I have no idea,” Draco said. “Nor, apparently, do they. We supposedly have a village of them.”
“A village?” Remus asked, truly surprised.
“Who would have thought it?” Draco shrugged. “They all look so much alike it is hard to tell. But I have learnt to recognise three, maybe four of them.”
“There,” Remus said, stepping back.
Draco started pacing again immediately. It felt like it had been days that he'd been locked in this room. What was Harry doing? Were the guests all here? Did Snape come? His mum? Oh, Gods, what had he been thinking doing this? He was already married. Why allow all this fuss?
Remus shook his head. “Draco. Draco.” He tried to get the man’s attention.
Draco stopped and frowned at him. “What?”
“I don’t know which house-elf this is, but he's carrying a flower.” Remus pointed to the elf who had appeared.
“Benedict,” Draco said. “Time to go?”
The house-elf held the flower out. “Madame Fleur says you put this on,” he said.
“I’ll get it,” Remus said, and began to pin the lily on Draco, a far away expression on his face as he did.
Draco watched him, suddenly remembering. “You miss them,” he said quietly.
“Yes,” Remus said. “They would have wanted to be here. For Harry and you.”
“You are here,” Draco said quietly. “And it means a lot to Harry. And to me.”
“Master Draco,” Benedict interrupted.
“Yes?” he snapped.
“Time to go,” Benedict told him.
***
When Harry was finished getting dressed, he began pacing again, apparently, much to Ron's amusement.
"Have you seen Draco today?" Harry asked, suddenly feeling a strong urge to touch Draco. He hadn't been away from him this long since the night before Harry had cut his arm off. He was feeling antsy.
"I saw him once today. He's fine," said Ron, shaking his head again.
Harry sighed.
There was suddenly a crack and a strange-looking little elf was standing there with long skinny legs and eyes that seemed to look a little past you rather than focusing. He dropped to the floor at Harry's feet.
"What's your name?" Harry asked automatically, knowing straight away that this was an elf he hadn't met before. Every elf he'd encountered previously knew not to drop to the floor when they saw him.
"Boas," said the elf.
"Stand up and don't drop to the floor when you see me," Harry said, trying to make the command sound kind.
Boas stood up immediately and stared at Harry with his strange eyes. "I is being sent here to tell you that it is being time to go," he said.
Harry took another deep breath and let it out slowly. He looked to Ron, who grinned.
"Ready?" Ron asked.
Harry nodded. "Ready," he said.
***
Draco and Remus Apparated to the east door of the hall. Benedict followed them a second later.
The doors to the hall were closed. "I'm going in now," Remus said to Draco. "You enter when McGonagall uses her wand to open them on both sides." He explained, even though Draco technically knew all this.
Draco was breathing deep and slow. Deep and slow, he told himself. Calm. I can do this. I will see Harry and nothing else will matter. Yes, that was it. Think of Harry's eyes.
Remus shook his head as Draco was clearly beyond even a polite response at this point. He opened the door a bit and slipped inside to take his place among the circle of friends and family.
Harry and Ron Apparated to the west entrance and once there, Harry immediately reached for his hair again.
"Don't," Ron said, slapping Harry's hand away and grinning at him. "Fleur will kill me if I let you mess your hair up."
Harry sighed, staring at the door in front of him and knowing that Draco was just across the room beyond.
Ron slapped his hands on Harry's shoulders and gave them a quick squeeze. "You look great, I'm sure Draco looks great and you're getting married," he said.
Harry nodded, only able to manage another slow breath.
"All right. I have to go in now. You know what to do, right?"
Harry nodded again.
"Okay, mate," Ron said with a small smile, "See you in a bit." Then he opened the door and stepped through it.
***
Draco knew the words that McGonagall was saying, the purpose of a marriage rite and all that. He had helped write the ceremony, after all. He didn't care now. He wished they had written a shorter ceremony. He wanted to be with Harry. Finally, after what seemed like hours but was probably only a few minutes, the large double doors swung open, revealing the circle of friends inside with a small table and Professor McGonagall standing in the centre. Draco paid them no attention. His eyes went directly to the opposite side of the room where the matching set of doors had opened to reveal Harry Potter standing there. Draco smiled, sighing happily, and was unaware of anything else. He didn't know if some part of him heard McGonagall call them forward. All he knew was that he and Harry both began walking toward the centre at the same time.
Harry felt like he needed to jump or scream to rid himself of his nerves, but thankfully, he was able to hold back from that. He stood listening to McGonagall and wishing it was over already. Finally, finally, the doors opened and Harry's eyes settled directly upon Draco, moving no where else, not even when he began to move forward. He smiled at that gorgeous man as they drew closer to one another, and wanted so badly to touch him, but he merely stood before him, his heart beating madly and his stomach swooping again in a way that was more exciting than nauseating.
Draco looked directly into Harry's green eyes and nowhere else. Even without the binding promise, he felt there was nothing he wouldn't do for him. Looking at him, here, in a bounded magical circle was like looking back through time, seeing the face of that boy in the robe shop again and knowing he had to have him. He had to make him see him. Now Harry did see him, looked nowhere else. That is what Draco had always wanted.
Draco heard their names spoken as McGonagall asked, "Do you, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, enter this circle of your own free will for the purpose of binding your lives together in marriage?"
"Yes, I do," Draco spoke aloud.
Harry stared at Draco's face, a gentle smile on his own. He felt filled with love, utterly. It was a strange and wonderful feeling, like he was flying but grounded all at once.
"I do," Harry spoke after Draco.
A shiver of magic rippled between them with each of their words and tingled down Draco's spine.
"Those assembled are here to witness and affirm your exchange of vows," McGonagall said. "Draco Malfoy, what do you here vow?"
The words seem to flow from his lips without him having to think to recall them, and he felt the magic of the Manor responding to them. "I, Draco Validus Malfoy, vow and affirm that you, Harry James Potter, are my husband. I vow to be at your side through life’s pains and pleasures, facing challenges and celebrating our triumphs, for a long as we both live. I am your mirror opposite. Look into the mirror of my eyes and see yourself in me. Look out at the world with me, and see what we can do, together. We have come a long way, and I want to travel the rest of my journey with you. I am yours, and would not want it any other way."
"And, Harry Potter," McGonagall prompted, "what do you here vow?"
Harry's heart soared with Draco's words. He felt light-headed with them.
He opened his mouth to recite his vows and did so without any hesitation, every word true to its core. "I, Harry James Potter, vow and affirm that you, Draco Validus Malfoy, are my husband. I vow to be at your side through life's pains and pleasures, facing challenges and celebrating our triumphs, for as long as we both live. I promise to keep you safe from harm to the best of my ability, to love you with every part of myself for my life and yours. I will be your best friend and your lover, your partner and your confidant for as long as time allows. I am yours, and would not want it any other way."
Draco trembled at Harry's words and the power in his magic as it swept through him. The Manor's magic flared in the stones of its foundation.
"In token of these vows, you have both agreed to wear rings. Rings made of white and yellow gold entwined, symbolising opposites which complement each other, remaining true to themselves but united together," McGonagall intoned as Ron and Hermione stepped forward with the rings.
Draco held out his right hand and Hermione placed it in his palm. He grinned as he stepped closer to Harry, waiting for him to hold his left hand out.
Harry's heart felt like it had disappeared, it was beating so fast. He held his left hand out, feeling like he might tackle Draco to the ground if he touched him.
Draco's hand trembled as he held the ring between his thumb and finger, sliding it on Harry's. The moment he touched him, the other man's magic spiked through him and he gasped. He licked his lips, his entire body now trying to convince him that Great Rite was a good idea after all. He had to reign in the impulse, pulling his hand back slowly as his breathing sped up.
Harry's breath hitched and he had to force himself to move back and hold his hand out for Ron to hand him Draco's ring.
Ron placed the ring in Harry's palm and Harry had to brace himself to touch Draco again.
Draco held his left hand out, the silver-hand sparkling in the torchlight. There was an audible gasp from behind the circle of friends and Draco glanced up. He froze.
Standing by the door and slightly to the back of the outer circle, was Narcissa Black Malfoy and a man whose features Draco didn't recognise but whose magical glamour told him it had to be Severus Snape.
Harry glanced over too, his mouth hanging slightly open and his fingers poised to slip the ring on Draco's finger.
Draco brought his eyes back to Harry. "Don't stop," he whispered barely opening his mouth.
Harry looked at Draco and the rest of the room disappeared again. He held the ring and pushed it onto Draco's silver finger, his skin tingling where it touched him. He stared into his eyes, smiling again, and then performed a wandless, nonverbal spell to weld the ring to Draco's hand. He had been practising the spell with everything he had to get it right.
Draco thought he would pass out when Harry cast the spell. Harry's magic flared over them both, and, combined with the Manor's magic, it was overwhelming. Draco's arousal was climbing with it. He slid his hand against Harry's, taking hold of it.
"Let all those who would vow to honour and support these two in their marriage, please take a step forward and say, 'we do'," announced McGonagall.
Draco refused to look, fear prickling up his neck. Did Severus and Narcissa step forward or not? He heard the movement of all those who did, intoning with McGonagall, "We do." The torches flared again and Draco shivered, thinking that only Harry was keeping him upright now.
Harry looked at Draco and nowhere else, his hands shaking slightly. He couldn't seem to stop moving his fingers against Draco's, needing the friction and contact. He grabbed his other hand and held that, too.
"Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, you are now wed. You may kiss your husband," McGonagall said.
Harry laced the fingers of both their hands together before taking a step towards Draco. There was literally nothing else in the entire world, in the entire universe as far as Harry was concerned. He brought their faces together slowly, his eyes falling gently shut. He could feel Draco's breath on his face, ghosting across his lips and finally, their lips met and he could've sworn his heart stopped right there before it picked up again, double time.
Harry stepped in and kissed Draco and the magic swelled higher. Draco moaned into his husband's mouth, pressing his body against him.
"Uh-oh," said an amused voice nearby.
Harry gasped and released Draco's hands to slide his own up Draco's arms and then down his sides and around to rest at the small of Draco's back.
McGonagall cleared her throat. "We ask the guests and wedding attendants to adjourn to the feast hall for a light meal, where the grooms will join us ... erm, in a while."