Tented
Epilogue
One year to the day later::
Everyone agreed that it was the most perfect day they had ever seen for a wedding. The sun was shining brightly and a soft breeze stirred the ocean of flowers that had been used to decorate the outdoor chapel.
The grooms were gorgeous in matching black tuxedos that somehow managed to highlight both the dark smoldering good looks of one and the stunning almost ethereal blond visage of the other.
The flower girl was a vision of radiant loveliness, none other than Miss Knibs herself in a Vera Wang original of strapless white taffeta. (Ok! So she ate the flowers!It was friggin lovely I tell you!)
Harry Jr. made the most adorable ring bearer ever, carrying his little silk pillow and the rings proudly down the aisle. (Ok! So he ate the pillow! He coughed the rings back up and that’s all that matters right?)
All of their friends and family were there for the joyous occasion and when the minister pronounced them husband and husband; they pressed their lips together to seal the deal and a huge cheer went up from the entire assemblage. (which was probably a good thing, because it covered Lucius Malfoy’s scream when Harry Jr. managed to slither up his pants legs; and mistook those two pale, hairy round things for macaroons.)
*Authors note: It was an honest mistake! Who knew?*
Finally the grooms and their dragons managed to pile into their limousine and head off for their honeymoon.
Harry Potter gently kissed his new husband on the lips, and smiled as he watched two lizards explore the inside of the limo. “So, you haven’t told me Draco… exactly where is this honeymoon going to be?" Harry raised an eyebrow, “I know you couldn’t find a hotel that would allow us to bring two dragons.”
Draco Malfoy snuggled up closer to his beloved, “No, you’re right about that. I did try though…”
Harry sighed as Harry Jr. clawed a long strip of upholstery free from the back of the seat and chewed on it thoughtfully. “Its not your fault love… sometimes people can be so unreasonable. Where are we going then?”
Draco flashed his husband a wicked grin, “Well Harry... I was thinking.... maybe somewhere with a tent....”
The end.