So You're Dead.... Now what?
The End?
Pure fluff and nonsense.
*big hugs*
They were lounging by the fire in the Gryffindor common room. It was late so no one else was up, but these two had become more than a little nocturnal by nature as of late, and it wasn’t odd to find them up and together in the wee hours of the night.
Harry Potter sighed contentedly as he pulled his lover closer into his arms. It had been a difficult year but things really seemed to be working out for them now, and they were both trying to put the past behind them and look forward to their future together.
“You know... you never did give me an answer Draco.” Harry said. He nuzzled his boyfriends sensitive nape.
Draco Malfoy shuddered as hot breath drifted across the back of his neck. “Answer you?”
“Yes,” Harry grinned as he felt Draco shudder, “I asked you a question when we were leaving the Dursley’s... you never answered me.”
Draco shifted away from Harry, turning so he could look into his eyes. “I-I didn’t think you were serious.”
“I was deadly serious....” Harry said, watching Draco closely for his reaction. “Will you marry me Draco Malfoy?”
Slowly a big grin spread across the face of the Slytherin Prince. He rolled his silver eyes dramatically and sighed, “I suppose.... Yes.”
Since no church would have them and no priest would perform a ceremony for two gay vampires, Harry and Draco decided on a nice private ceremony held in the tiny cemetery at Godric’s Hollow.
Minerva McGonagall had the honor of delivering their vows beneath a waning blood red moon.
Narcissa Malfoy stood with Draco, and Severus Snape stood in place of Harry’s parents. Hermione Granger was thrilled to be asked to be a brides maid, and Ron Weasley proudly took his spot as best man for Harry. Pansy Parkinson, as the only other bridesmaid, took her place beside Draco’s best man, Blaise Zabini.
The two grooms looked handsome enough to die for, and anyone seeing them would have known immediately that they were head over heels in love. As they came together and clasped hands, there wasn’t a dry eye in the whole cemetery. Living or dead.
From behind a nearby tombstone the ghost of Lily Potter sobbed into her husbands incorporeal chest, while James wiped at his own eyes. Tom Riddle’s phantom smiled, though his eyes were shiny with tears, while the shade of Lucius Malfoy pretended to suddenly have something in his eye.
Nearby, five women in black were watching closely as well, all bawling their eyes out. One of the strange women had an odd box in front of her that she kept poking every few seconds.
Harry slipped a ring on Draco's finger. “You are my only love for all eternity.” He vowed solemnly.
Lucius shuffled a little closer to Tom. “Its almost unbelievable isn’t it?” He choked. Even now the Malfoy patriarch refused to show any sign of "weakness."
Tom nodded as he watched Draco slip his own ring onto Harry’s finger. “Draco looks very happy though.” He murmured.
“Harry Potter,” Draco Malfoy said beaming, “you are my one and only true love... for all eternity.”
“They both do.” Tom said, motioning to Narcissa, who was making goo goo eyes at Severus.
Lucius sighed sadly. “Yes.. They do... and Harry too...." His breath caught in his throat as he fought to control his emotions. "I-I failed them so miserably Tom.”
“We both did.” Tom admitted grimly.
Suddenly the strange women with the mysterious box spoke. “Its will be fine Lucius.” She said calmly, still poking the box. “Narcissa and Draco forgive you.” She turned to Tom Riddle. “Harry forgives you too Tom...... I promise.”
The woman turned back to watching the ceremony as Tom and Lucius just gaped at her. “Lucius,” Tom hissed, “who is that?”
Lucius Malfoy turned and gave his former Lord an incredulous look. “What do you mean? I thought they were from your side of the family.”
Tom shook his head no. “I know at least one of them is a Malfoy. I heard the short one with the box call her Domina Malfoy.”
Lucius looked over curiously. “Strange..... I don’t remember her from any of the family reunions.”
Tom leaned in to whisper conspiratorially, “I think that other one is a voodoo priestess.” He said pointing.
Lucius raised one transluscent eyebrow. “Oh really?”
“Yeah,” Tom whispered, “the short one called her puppets love.”
Lucius chewed his bottom lip. “Sounds like voodoo. What about the other three?”
“Well,” Tom looked thoughtful, “I think one might be a veela.”
“A veela?” Lucius looked intrigued.
The short woman was still tap, tap, tapping away on her box.
“Yes.” Tom nodded again. “I heard one of them say something about cold lipstick. You know how vain those veela can be.”
“True.” Lucius affirmed. "Vain..... but they are sexy beast."
Tom was watching one of the women very closely indeed now, and Lucius leaned in to get a better view. "What is it?" The blond ghost whispered.
"That one could be a werewolf." Tom muttered darkly. "She has quick silver eyes."
"Ahhhh yes." Lucius agreed without hesitation. "Beautiful but deadly that one. Good thing the moons not full tonight."
Minerva concluded the ceremony and Draco smothered Harry in a scorching, passionate kiss. (with tongue)
Lily and James were both still sobbing in each others arms. Narcissa fairly leapt into Severus’s.
The five women in black let loose with a loud, “SQUUEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!”
“Do you think... could there ever really be a chance that they might forgive me someday?” Lucius said as he watched the joyous scene he could no longer be a part of.
“They DO forgive you Lucius." A voice piped up out of nowhere. "I already told you...... They’re all happy now, and they’re going to stay that way.” Both Tom Riddle and Lucius Malfoy jumped as the small, dark haired woman snuck up between them.
“Y-you really think so?” Lucius asked, eyeing her warily. He suspected that she was the leader of the powerful *SQUEEEEING* coven.
“Oh, I don’t think it Lucius.... I KNOW it.” The woman grinned wickedly.
“But..” Lucius looked confused, “how do you KNOW it?”
Devilfancy smirked up at the doubting Malfoy. “Because I wrote it.”
The short, dark haired devil turned the box she had been tapping on so furiously so that Lucius and Tom could both see it. She pointed to the last line on the screen. “And they lived happily ever after.”
Devilfancy looped one arm through each of the former bad guys and nodded to her minions to follow as the wedding party began to exit the cemetery. "I just adore weddings." She sighed.
“So tell me boys.” The Devil gave her girls a naughty wink. “How do you two feel about mpreg?”
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Sequel:
"Up The Duff"
http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600008109&chapter=1