Harry Potter and The White Queen (BP3)
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Consummate
Chapter Number/Total: 26/49
Chapter Title: Consummated
Words: 2943 Words
Draco was lost, knowing the only thing that he wanted right now was for Harry to be inside of him. He didn't just want it, he needed it. The magics around them swirled stronger, their pull as strong as his own desire, and he was unable to tell where one began and the other started.
Harry pulled back from Draco and rested their foreheads together, panting like no kiss should have made him do. "I need you," he whispered, hardly aware that anyone else was in the room.
"I am yours," Draco said, still pressing against him. "Now," he whined, still panting.
Harry moaned quietly and began pulling gently at Draco's robes, unaware of where he was, just knowing that he had to be with Draco as soon as he could.
"Use magic," Draco gasped, pressing his hard cock against Harry's thigh.
Harry gasped again and was able to do the spell wandlessly, the need was so strong. He pulled Draco flush against his naked body, running hands over his skin and sliding their lips together again.
Skin, Harry's skin. Draco needed it, trying to touch every part of himself to Harry's body when their clothes disappeared. He opened his mouth to Harry's surrendering to him. Yes, this was his.
Harry grasped Draco's arse with both hands and thrust his hard cock against what ever part of Draco it was. It was Draco; that was what mattered.
Draco groaned as Harry's cock slid against his own and his hands pulled his arse. "Fuck me, please," he begged.
Harry's fingers curled into Draco's skin and he moaned and kissed him again. "Yes," he hissed, lifting Draco bodily from the floor and then moving him onto the very edge of the small stone table near them. He stood in between Draco's open legs and grasped the back of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss and sliding their chests together as he continued to grind into his husband.
Draco spread his legs, lifting them to wrap around his husband’s waist as he met his lips with his mouth open. It was like he had to have as much of Harry inside of him as he could get. Draco sucked at Harry's tongue, his hands pulling his husband's hips.
Harry groaned and his cock ached to be inside Draco. He hated to break contact with him for even a second, but he had to pull hands and mouth away to pass his hand over his own palm. It was filled with lubricant a second later and Harry reached his hand down between their bodies to slick his cock, slicking Draco's in the process. "Draco," he whimpered as even that simple sensation of his own touch sent shivers through him.
"Yours, Harry," Draco gasped, Harry's slick hand making him shudder and moan. "Please, need you," his voice quivered as he begged, "need you now."
Harry didn't want to wait, but he said, "Lay back, love," in a very shaky voice and waited so that he could prepare Draco.
He let Harry lay him back, but he whimpered, the magic of the Manor seeming to ripple in his very flesh, pushing to the edge of painful. Pain that he knew could only be satisfied with Harry's magic inside him. "Hurry," he pleaded, "neeeeed you."
Wanting to give Draco whatever he wanted, and needing it himself, Harry did hurry with stretching Draco out. He pressed inside him slowly, white light bursting on the inside of his eyelids. "Hold me," he gasped, grabbing Draco's legs and pulling them around his own waist.
Draco's legs pulled Harry hard, trying to push him faster and he was thrashing his head with the overload of sensation and magic. He reached both hands for Harry, grabbing his arms and trying to pull him closer. "Harry," he cried out.
Harry thrust into Draco hard and quick, bending to kiss him. The huge room echoed with their cries and moans and the sounds they made with their bodies. Harry could smell lilies and Draco and he could feel Draco as if he were pressing all around him instead of Harry pressing into him. It was utterly perfect love-making, even with no bed and simply on top of a table. Absolute perfection.
Harry entered him and swelled to fill every part of him, chasing the pain away with pleasure that rippled through in waves so intense he felt lost in it. Lost in the magic of Harry and the ancestral blood of the Malfoy manor. The stones of the place hummed with it. The pendant around Harry's neck glowed, the dragon writhing under the body of the lion in unison with them. Draco's eyes widened and he looked from the image into Harry's eyes.
"I love you," Harry panted, thrusting impossibly faster. "This is yours." His skin felt hot, his blood boiling with feeling and with the magic he knew would give Draco pleasure. That knowledge seemed to heighten his own pleasure and he felt lost in it all.
"Yes, mine," Draco gasped, "Inside me, always." The torches spit and flickered as if sputtering in a wind and sweat poured from their bodies as they slid together. "I love you, always loved you," Draco moaned, the pleasure and power rising so high now that he felt like he would come apart.
Harry gasped and moaned. "Love you forever," he gasped, looking down into Draco's face and gritting his teeth as he reached his orgasm. His whole body seemed to pulse and tighten and then relax completely, the pressure leaving him with a great breath as he spilled his seed into his lover and cried his name for the world to hear if they could.
"Harry!" Draco screamed as the magic slammed into him, making the world spin and his body seemed to arch so hard and tight it felt like he would snap bones and muscle. His body swallowed the power and he had no idea how he held it. He didn't know if he blacked out but his vision blurred and when he was aware again, Harry had partially collapsed on top of him.
Harry was breathing heavily, trying to keep from pressing Draco into the undoubtedly uncomfortable table. His eyes were half closed and his body glistening with sweat.
Draco was taking big gulps of air and he tried to slow his breathing down. He was still shuddering with the after-effects of sex and magic. "Merlin," he breathed at last, "What did we do this time?"
Harry laughed weakly, staring at Draco with utmost adoration. "Is there anything left?" he asked.
Draco laughed too, his smile still showing how intoxicated he was. "With you, anything is possible," he answered.
Harry smiled goofily and kissed Draco gently. "With us you mean," he whispered.
"Yes," Draco laughed, returning the kiss gently. He shifted, realising just how uncomfortable the stone table was now that he was aware of his surroundings again. He turned his head, looking around. The hall was empty except for them.
Harry wiped his sweaty hair from his face and lifted himself up to pull out of Draco slowly, groaning a bit as he did. "Merlin, right in the middle of this room ten seconds after we're married. Is it just me, or do you think we're mad as well?" he asked shaking his head as he stared at Draco's naked body still laid out on the table.
Draco shuddered as Harry pulled out and away from him, the air suddenly cooler. He rolled to his side, struggling to make suddenly strained muscles work. His hair, which had been neatly bound at the back of his neck was now loose and damp around his face and he blew at it as he tried to get off the table. He was a complete mess and there was a room full of guests .... "Oh fuck, mum was here!" he groaned.
"Yeah," said Harry, wincing. "Was that ... Snape she was with?"
Draco rolled back putting his hands over his face as he blushed so hard his ears were pink. "Oh, Gods," he groaned again.
Harry bit his lip and scratched the back of his neck. "You want to head up and get dressed?" he asked quietly.
"I want to hide in our room," Draco said behind his fingers, "but that is hardly acceptable behaviour." He snorted at that.
Harry sighed and walked over so that he was standing looking down at Draco. He gently pulled his hands from his face and kissed him. "No, it's not," he said quietly, giving him a small encouraging smile.
Draco huffed and gave his husband an embarrassed smile. "Help me up, you git." He sighed.
Harry's smile grew and he pulled on Draco's arms to help him from the table.
Draco hissed, managing to stand on legs that felt like rubber. "Where's our clothing and wands?" he asked.
Harry frowned. "Um, well, our wands were in our clothes ... and those are ...." He looked around him and even up at the ceiling. "Actually, I have no idea where."
"Benedict!" Draco called out.
The house-elf appeared moments later, bowing slightly but no longer groveling. "Yes, Master Draco," he said. Apparently un-phased by their appearance.
"Can you locate our wedding clothes and wands and bring them to us immediately?" Draco asked.
"Yes, Master Draco," he said and disappeared.
A few seconds later, the house-elf reappeared, and then Draco realised it didn't have the clothes. And was not, in fact, Benedict, but another elf. "Master Draco," it said, hitting the floor.
Draco huffed. "Up, off the floor and who are you?" he snapped.
"Babb, Master Draco," the house-elf said as she hopped to her feet.
"What is it?" Draco asked.
"Guests can no leave the Manor, Master," Babb said.
Harry stood hunched over slightly, trying to cover himself and staring at Draco with wide eyes and raised brows. He stood straighter when the first elf disappeared and then hunched again when the second one came. He was utterly confused about what it was saying.
Draco smirked at Harry's shyness around the elves. But before he could answer Babb, Benedict returned with their clothing and wands. Draco took his wand and did cleaning charms on both himself and Harry. As he began to sort his clothes from Harry's and put his on, he asked Babb, "So what about the guests is the problem?"
"Guests no can leave," she repeated.
He got his shorts on and considered the statement for a moment. "Are you saying the wards aren't allowing guests to leave the Manor?" he asked. She nodded emphatically. Draco laughed, shaking his head. "We'll be out to see to our guests in a few minutes," he said. "Please tell Madame Fleur."
Harry grabbed his underwear quickly and pulled them on. "People are trying to leave?" he asked. "What, do they think we're going to fuck all night?"
Draco laughed and continued getting dressed. "More interesting is the question of why the Manor would block anyone from leaving," he observed. "Usually wards don't block guests from leaving the party."
"You don't think anything's wrong, do you?" he asked, frowning worriedly as he pulled his trousers up.
"Wrong, as in Death Eaters, no," Draco said, his face thoughtful. "But we will need to discuss what happened here tonight. I might have dragged you off for a quickie after the ceremony, but I had not planned on having you shag me in front of Professor McGonagall and the rest of our friends and family."
"Hey, they were gone," Harry said, doing up the buttons of his shirt. "... I think."
Draco finished his tie, smiling at how easy it was with his new hand. He walked over and did the bow tie on his husband. "Only because McGonagall had the sense to clear the room," he said, blushing again. He stepped back and then lifted his wand to do a spell on Harry's hair which had returned to its wild state.
Harry huffed. "I don't know what I was thinking," he said. "It was like something had taken over my brain. As soon as I touched you, even just to put a ring on, it was like I had to have you."
"Exactly," Draco said, "and I know some of what happened but we need to go face our guests now."
Harry sighed and nodded, reaching out a hand for Draco's.
They walked hand-in-hand through the doors and into the room where the food was being served. Draco really had no idea how long they had been ... busy, but he was doing his best to put on a polite but unconcerned face.
Harry glanced over at Ron and Hermione and blushed a bit as Hermione shook her head at them. He didn't know what Draco wanted to do with his mother and Snape there.
Draco looked about the room and saw Narcissa and "Snape" off to the side talking. They looked up as Harry and he entered the room. Draco nodded to friends but led them straight to his mother, standing before her. He looked nervously into her calm face and tried to read it for signs of how she would react. He now wished he had known whether or not she had taken the vow.
Harry had no idea how to go about saying anything to this woman. She had the most piercing blue eyes he had ever seen in his life and he was strangely a bit intimidated by her. It didn't help that the last time he had seen her, he had insulted her husband and nearly fought with her son, whom he had just married.
"Mother," Draco said quietly, "thank you for coming. I ... I have missed you."
She glanced at Harry and then past them to the room of people watching, most of whom seemed to be pretending not to be watching. Snape stood beside her, hands crossed against his chest, his expression recognisable in spite of the disguise. Narcissa gave a small smile and reached her hand out. Draco squeezed Harry's hand and then let go of it to take his mother's hand, which he leaned over and kissed. Before he had a chance to raise back up, she turned her hand, wrapping long fingers around his chin and tipping his face up to her. Narcissa spoke to him in French, “Felicitations, ma avide petit-dragon.”
Draco blushed. "Merce' Madame," he answered, smiling. She released his face and he stood up, gesturing to Harry. "I believe you have met before," he said politely in English. "But I believe a new start might be in order. Mother, may I present my husband, Harry Potter."
Narcissa held her hand out, palm down to Harry.
Harry figured he was probably supposed to do what Draco had done, and he took Narcissa's hand, bent down and then kissed it. "It's wonderful to ... meet you," he said, giving her a small smile.
Nacissa nodded, giving a small smile of her own and looking at him with a kind of curiosity in her expression. "You have her eyes," she said. "Did you know my son's favourite colour is green?" There was a twinkle in her eye when she asked.
"I, um, yes," Harry said, surprised that she had said something about his mother. He blushed a little, wondering what she was thinking of him.
Draco looked at the man beside her. "Thank you both for coming," he said.
Snape cocked his head for minute and then nodded. "Unfortunately, we cannot remain long," he said, "it is not wise. And your Manor seems to have held us captive."
Draco raised his eyebrows and looked at his mother too, who nodded to him. "That is quite ... interesting," he said. "I will have to make sure the problem is corrected. Would you care to try now and see if the problem persists?"
Snape narrowed his eyes. "We will need to discuss this, later," he said in the same tone he used to give detention.
"Most likely," Draco said and then turned back to his mother. "This is still your home if you want it to be."
"Merce', Draco," she said, her demeanour distant again. "I will consider it."
"Let me walk you to the Floo," Draco said. "Harry, will you see to our other guests? I am sure they are eager to talk with you."
Harry nodded. "Um, it was nice to see you," he said to Narcissa before giving her a strange little half-bow thing and then straightening up quickly and walking over to the table that everyone in their wedding party was seated at.
He sat down next to Hermione, leaving a seat open for Draco on his left.
"That's Draco's mother, isn't it?" she asked.
Harry nodded. "I'm glad she came. Draco seems happy."
"Was the other ... Snape?" Ron asked, mouthing the last word.
Harry nodded again, looking over his shoulder to see if Draco had gone yet.
Draco walked with them to the entrance hall.
"I had heard about your ... hand," Narcissa seemed uncomfortable. "I should not have been surprised by it."
Draco smiled, understanding her distress. "Yes, but this ... replacement ... is better than the one they gave me. Harry had it made for me as a wedding present." He held it up, smiling at it and wiggled the fingers.
"Impressive," Severus said, and then, “Come to talk to me when you can."
"Be well, Mother," Draco said.
"And you, ma petit-dragon," she smiled and was gone with Severus.
Draco walked back to the wedding reception and stood watching his husband from the doorway for a minute.
Chapter Title: Consummated
Words: 2943 Words
Draco was lost, knowing the only thing that he wanted right now was for Harry to be inside of him. He didn't just want it, he needed it. The magics around them swirled stronger, their pull as strong as his own desire, and he was unable to tell where one began and the other started.
Harry pulled back from Draco and rested their foreheads together, panting like no kiss should have made him do. "I need you," he whispered, hardly aware that anyone else was in the room.
"I am yours," Draco said, still pressing against him. "Now," he whined, still panting.
Harry moaned quietly and began pulling gently at Draco's robes, unaware of where he was, just knowing that he had to be with Draco as soon as he could.
"Use magic," Draco gasped, pressing his hard cock against Harry's thigh.
Harry gasped again and was able to do the spell wandlessly, the need was so strong. He pulled Draco flush against his naked body, running hands over his skin and sliding their lips together again.
Skin, Harry's skin. Draco needed it, trying to touch every part of himself to Harry's body when their clothes disappeared. He opened his mouth to Harry's surrendering to him. Yes, this was his.
Harry grasped Draco's arse with both hands and thrust his hard cock against what ever part of Draco it was. It was Draco; that was what mattered.
Draco groaned as Harry's cock slid against his own and his hands pulled his arse. "Fuck me, please," he begged.
Harry's fingers curled into Draco's skin and he moaned and kissed him again. "Yes," he hissed, lifting Draco bodily from the floor and then moving him onto the very edge of the small stone table near them. He stood in between Draco's open legs and grasped the back of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss and sliding their chests together as he continued to grind into his husband.
Draco spread his legs, lifting them to wrap around his husband’s waist as he met his lips with his mouth open. It was like he had to have as much of Harry inside of him as he could get. Draco sucked at Harry's tongue, his hands pulling his husband's hips.
Harry groaned and his cock ached to be inside Draco. He hated to break contact with him for even a second, but he had to pull hands and mouth away to pass his hand over his own palm. It was filled with lubricant a second later and Harry reached his hand down between their bodies to slick his cock, slicking Draco's in the process. "Draco," he whimpered as even that simple sensation of his own touch sent shivers through him.
"Yours, Harry," Draco gasped, Harry's slick hand making him shudder and moan. "Please, need you," his voice quivered as he begged, "need you now."
Harry didn't want to wait, but he said, "Lay back, love," in a very shaky voice and waited so that he could prepare Draco.
He let Harry lay him back, but he whimpered, the magic of the Manor seeming to ripple in his very flesh, pushing to the edge of painful. Pain that he knew could only be satisfied with Harry's magic inside him. "Hurry," he pleaded, "neeeeed you."
Wanting to give Draco whatever he wanted, and needing it himself, Harry did hurry with stretching Draco out. He pressed inside him slowly, white light bursting on the inside of his eyelids. "Hold me," he gasped, grabbing Draco's legs and pulling them around his own waist.
Draco's legs pulled Harry hard, trying to push him faster and he was thrashing his head with the overload of sensation and magic. He reached both hands for Harry, grabbing his arms and trying to pull him closer. "Harry," he cried out.
Harry thrust into Draco hard and quick, bending to kiss him. The huge room echoed with their cries and moans and the sounds they made with their bodies. Harry could smell lilies and Draco and he could feel Draco as if he were pressing all around him instead of Harry pressing into him. It was utterly perfect love-making, even with no bed and simply on top of a table. Absolute perfection.
Harry entered him and swelled to fill every part of him, chasing the pain away with pleasure that rippled through in waves so intense he felt lost in it. Lost in the magic of Harry and the ancestral blood of the Malfoy manor. The stones of the place hummed with it. The pendant around Harry's neck glowed, the dragon writhing under the body of the lion in unison with them. Draco's eyes widened and he looked from the image into Harry's eyes.
"I love you," Harry panted, thrusting impossibly faster. "This is yours." His skin felt hot, his blood boiling with feeling and with the magic he knew would give Draco pleasure. That knowledge seemed to heighten his own pleasure and he felt lost in it all.
"Yes, mine," Draco gasped, "Inside me, always." The torches spit and flickered as if sputtering in a wind and sweat poured from their bodies as they slid together. "I love you, always loved you," Draco moaned, the pleasure and power rising so high now that he felt like he would come apart.
Harry gasped and moaned. "Love you forever," he gasped, looking down into Draco's face and gritting his teeth as he reached his orgasm. His whole body seemed to pulse and tighten and then relax completely, the pressure leaving him with a great breath as he spilled his seed into his lover and cried his name for the world to hear if they could.
"Harry!" Draco screamed as the magic slammed into him, making the world spin and his body seemed to arch so hard and tight it felt like he would snap bones and muscle. His body swallowed the power and he had no idea how he held it. He didn't know if he blacked out but his vision blurred and when he was aware again, Harry had partially collapsed on top of him.
Harry was breathing heavily, trying to keep from pressing Draco into the undoubtedly uncomfortable table. His eyes were half closed and his body glistening with sweat.
Draco was taking big gulps of air and he tried to slow his breathing down. He was still shuddering with the after-effects of sex and magic. "Merlin," he breathed at last, "What did we do this time?"
Harry laughed weakly, staring at Draco with utmost adoration. "Is there anything left?" he asked.
Draco laughed too, his smile still showing how intoxicated he was. "With you, anything is possible," he answered.
Harry smiled goofily and kissed Draco gently. "With us you mean," he whispered.
"Yes," Draco laughed, returning the kiss gently. He shifted, realising just how uncomfortable the stone table was now that he was aware of his surroundings again. He turned his head, looking around. The hall was empty except for them.
Harry wiped his sweaty hair from his face and lifted himself up to pull out of Draco slowly, groaning a bit as he did. "Merlin, right in the middle of this room ten seconds after we're married. Is it just me, or do you think we're mad as well?" he asked shaking his head as he stared at Draco's naked body still laid out on the table.
Draco shuddered as Harry pulled out and away from him, the air suddenly cooler. He rolled to his side, struggling to make suddenly strained muscles work. His hair, which had been neatly bound at the back of his neck was now loose and damp around his face and he blew at it as he tried to get off the table. He was a complete mess and there was a room full of guests .... "Oh fuck, mum was here!" he groaned.
"Yeah," said Harry, wincing. "Was that ... Snape she was with?"
Draco rolled back putting his hands over his face as he blushed so hard his ears were pink. "Oh, Gods," he groaned again.
Harry bit his lip and scratched the back of his neck. "You want to head up and get dressed?" he asked quietly.
"I want to hide in our room," Draco said behind his fingers, "but that is hardly acceptable behaviour." He snorted at that.
Harry sighed and walked over so that he was standing looking down at Draco. He gently pulled his hands from his face and kissed him. "No, it's not," he said quietly, giving him a small encouraging smile.
Draco huffed and gave his husband an embarrassed smile. "Help me up, you git." He sighed.
Harry's smile grew and he pulled on Draco's arms to help him from the table.
Draco hissed, managing to stand on legs that felt like rubber. "Where's our clothing and wands?" he asked.
Harry frowned. "Um, well, our wands were in our clothes ... and those are ...." He looked around him and even up at the ceiling. "Actually, I have no idea where."
"Benedict!" Draco called out.
The house-elf appeared moments later, bowing slightly but no longer groveling. "Yes, Master Draco," he said. Apparently un-phased by their appearance.
"Can you locate our wedding clothes and wands and bring them to us immediately?" Draco asked.
"Yes, Master Draco," he said and disappeared.
A few seconds later, the house-elf reappeared, and then Draco realised it didn't have the clothes. And was not, in fact, Benedict, but another elf. "Master Draco," it said, hitting the floor.
Draco huffed. "Up, off the floor and who are you?" he snapped.
"Babb, Master Draco," the house-elf said as she hopped to her feet.
"What is it?" Draco asked.
"Guests can no leave the Manor, Master," Babb said.
Harry stood hunched over slightly, trying to cover himself and staring at Draco with wide eyes and raised brows. He stood straighter when the first elf disappeared and then hunched again when the second one came. He was utterly confused about what it was saying.
Draco smirked at Harry's shyness around the elves. But before he could answer Babb, Benedict returned with their clothing and wands. Draco took his wand and did cleaning charms on both himself and Harry. As he began to sort his clothes from Harry's and put his on, he asked Babb, "So what about the guests is the problem?"
"Guests no can leave," she repeated.
He got his shorts on and considered the statement for a moment. "Are you saying the wards aren't allowing guests to leave the Manor?" he asked. She nodded emphatically. Draco laughed, shaking his head. "We'll be out to see to our guests in a few minutes," he said. "Please tell Madame Fleur."
Harry grabbed his underwear quickly and pulled them on. "People are trying to leave?" he asked. "What, do they think we're going to fuck all night?"
Draco laughed and continued getting dressed. "More interesting is the question of why the Manor would block anyone from leaving," he observed. "Usually wards don't block guests from leaving the party."
"You don't think anything's wrong, do you?" he asked, frowning worriedly as he pulled his trousers up.
"Wrong, as in Death Eaters, no," Draco said, his face thoughtful. "But we will need to discuss what happened here tonight. I might have dragged you off for a quickie after the ceremony, but I had not planned on having you shag me in front of Professor McGonagall and the rest of our friends and family."
"Hey, they were gone," Harry said, doing up the buttons of his shirt. "... I think."
Draco finished his tie, smiling at how easy it was with his new hand. He walked over and did the bow tie on his husband. "Only because McGonagall had the sense to clear the room," he said, blushing again. He stepped back and then lifted his wand to do a spell on Harry's hair which had returned to its wild state.
Harry huffed. "I don't know what I was thinking," he said. "It was like something had taken over my brain. As soon as I touched you, even just to put a ring on, it was like I had to have you."
"Exactly," Draco said, "and I know some of what happened but we need to go face our guests now."
Harry sighed and nodded, reaching out a hand for Draco's.
They walked hand-in-hand through the doors and into the room where the food was being served. Draco really had no idea how long they had been ... busy, but he was doing his best to put on a polite but unconcerned face.
Harry glanced over at Ron and Hermione and blushed a bit as Hermione shook her head at them. He didn't know what Draco wanted to do with his mother and Snape there.
Draco looked about the room and saw Narcissa and "Snape" off to the side talking. They looked up as Harry and he entered the room. Draco nodded to friends but led them straight to his mother, standing before her. He looked nervously into her calm face and tried to read it for signs of how she would react. He now wished he had known whether or not she had taken the vow.
Harry had no idea how to go about saying anything to this woman. She had the most piercing blue eyes he had ever seen in his life and he was strangely a bit intimidated by her. It didn't help that the last time he had seen her, he had insulted her husband and nearly fought with her son, whom he had just married.
"Mother," Draco said quietly, "thank you for coming. I ... I have missed you."
She glanced at Harry and then past them to the room of people watching, most of whom seemed to be pretending not to be watching. Snape stood beside her, hands crossed against his chest, his expression recognisable in spite of the disguise. Narcissa gave a small smile and reached her hand out. Draco squeezed Harry's hand and then let go of it to take his mother's hand, which he leaned over and kissed. Before he had a chance to raise back up, she turned her hand, wrapping long fingers around his chin and tipping his face up to her. Narcissa spoke to him in French, “Felicitations, ma avide petit-dragon.”
Draco blushed. "Merce' Madame," he answered, smiling. She released his face and he stood up, gesturing to Harry. "I believe you have met before," he said politely in English. "But I believe a new start might be in order. Mother, may I present my husband, Harry Potter."
Narcissa held her hand out, palm down to Harry.
Harry figured he was probably supposed to do what Draco had done, and he took Narcissa's hand, bent down and then kissed it. "It's wonderful to ... meet you," he said, giving her a small smile.
Nacissa nodded, giving a small smile of her own and looking at him with a kind of curiosity in her expression. "You have her eyes," she said. "Did you know my son's favourite colour is green?" There was a twinkle in her eye when she asked.
"I, um, yes," Harry said, surprised that she had said something about his mother. He blushed a little, wondering what she was thinking of him.
Draco looked at the man beside her. "Thank you both for coming," he said.
Snape cocked his head for minute and then nodded. "Unfortunately, we cannot remain long," he said, "it is not wise. And your Manor seems to have held us captive."
Draco raised his eyebrows and looked at his mother too, who nodded to him. "That is quite ... interesting," he said. "I will have to make sure the problem is corrected. Would you care to try now and see if the problem persists?"
Snape narrowed his eyes. "We will need to discuss this, later," he said in the same tone he used to give detention.
"Most likely," Draco said and then turned back to his mother. "This is still your home if you want it to be."
"Merce', Draco," she said, her demeanour distant again. "I will consider it."
"Let me walk you to the Floo," Draco said. "Harry, will you see to our other guests? I am sure they are eager to talk with you."
Harry nodded. "Um, it was nice to see you," he said to Narcissa before giving her a strange little half-bow thing and then straightening up quickly and walking over to the table that everyone in their wedding party was seated at.
He sat down next to Hermione, leaving a seat open for Draco on his left.
"That's Draco's mother, isn't it?" she asked.
Harry nodded. "I'm glad she came. Draco seems happy."
"Was the other ... Snape?" Ron asked, mouthing the last word.
Harry nodded again, looking over his shoulder to see if Draco had gone yet.
Draco walked with them to the entrance hall.
"I had heard about your ... hand," Narcissa seemed uncomfortable. "I should not have been surprised by it."
Draco smiled, understanding her distress. "Yes, but this ... replacement ... is better than the one they gave me. Harry had it made for me as a wedding present." He held it up, smiling at it and wiggled the fingers.
"Impressive," Severus said, and then, “Come to talk to me when you can."
"Be well, Mother," Draco said.
"And you, ma petit-dragon," she smiled and was gone with Severus.
Draco walked back to the wedding reception and stood watching his husband from the doorway for a minute.