WET DREAMS

Epilogue


It was about six months later that the ad came out in several publications for the ‘Eros’ cologne for men. The party to launch the cologne was held at Possession, Harry’s new club that opened a few months before. Several full size pictures were set up by the bar, where samples of the cologne could be purchased. Ronnie was also there to celebrate the ad, as well as to promote the new calendar for the new year that she had shot. They were also available to the general public. It was Christmas week and the patrons of the club were in good spirits.

The pictures were a huge success. How could they not with how hot they looked? Three pictures were chosen in the black and white prints. The only color showing was of the cologne bottle in the bottom corner of the ad. Although at the time I wanted to strangle a certain blond model for touching what was – in my mind – mine, I had to admit the shots were amazing. There was the one with Darius in the ankle-deep water, with Harry at his front, the blond’s hand on his stomach, with Harry’s head bent back, lips pressed against the arched column. The next were of Harry coming out of the water, his body wet, his hair tousled and in his face, his hands on his chest and stomach. I still remembered the smoldering look that was given to me by Harry at the time. The last, but definitely not the least favorable, by the attention it seemed to be getting, was the one with Harry laying on his back on the sand, his body wet, sand clinging to his skin, his head bent back into the sand, the picture showing the dip from his hipbones where the picture cut off at the bottom.


I was talking to Alex Parkinson about a new assignment that I was specifically asked for by an underwear company. My eyes kept straying to Harry who was talking to a bartender, before he was taken away by Ronnie who was dragging him onto the dance floor, not that Harry was complaining by the looks of it.

My fingers twisted the gold Celtic band around my left ring finger, still trying to get used to the idea that Harry Potter, or Haze Black, was now mine, at least that was what the marriage certificate said. We had had a small ceremony at Harry’s beachside bungalow, with just a few close friends in attendance. Hermione had come down, surprised at the news, but happy for her friend. Blaise also came, happy to see me happy and with the right person after so long. Mother had also come down for the wedding, staying a few weeks to get to know her new son-in-law. Alex Parkinson was also there as a friend, but not Pansy, as she was not welcomed there.

Harry had been gorgeous the day of our wedding, as he is every day to me. We both wore beige dress pants and white dress shirts, our sleeves casually rolled up and the first few buttons undone, showing the tan skin from the endless days spent in the sun after we got back from the ‘Eros’ shoot. It was Mother’s idea to have the ceremony on the beach, all in our bare feet as our toes sunk into the warm sand. The get together afterwards was held at the beach house, around the pool – which is the same pool that Harry spends a lot of time swimming naked in, but I digress.

Several people had come to the reception, all wishing us well, and a lot of ‘about time’s’ floating around. To go with our casual theme of the day, we all enjoyed barbeque steaks grilled to perfection with sliced potatoes grilled in dill seasoning, and a few vegetables on the side. Afterwards, Mother had surprised Harry and I with a wedding cake. It was vanilla, with a symbol of a love knot on it, a series of winding and intertwining loops that have neither a beginning nor an end. From what I was told – representing love that will last forever. We had each held onto the knife and cut the first slice of cake, and fed each other a bite, my eyes hungrily following his tongue as it darted out to lick icing off his lips. Harry had seen the look, and reached for me, sliding his hand behind my neck to pull me closer. Neither of us cared as we ignored the people around us, our kiss lingering as we licked the icing of each other’s lips.


“I will contact you in a few days then, Draco.” Alex smiled. “Now, I would suggest you dance with your husband. He keeps glancing over here, hoping I’m sure, for you to go to him.”

“Yes, I think I will.” I grinned. “I will talk to you later then?” Alex nodded, then reached out to shake my hand. “Thank you, Alex, for giving me that chance. It means a lot to me.”

“Not a problem, Draco. My daughter was foolish to throw away her friendship with you. You will always be welcomed by me.”

I returned the handshake then walked to the dance floor, my gaze meeting Harry’s as I came closer. Ronnie had noticed the way Harry became distracted, and looked over her shoulder to see me making my way over to them. She leaned in to kiss Harry’s cheek, then stepped back. I readily took her place after giving her cheek a kiss.

“Good news?” Harry said by my ear as he pulled me close to his body, both of us swaying to the music.

I tilted my head back as Harry started to nibble the side of my neck. “Mmmm, that feels good.” I said, my hands running down Harry’s sides to his hips. “Alex has another assignment for me.”

“More naked men?” Harry grinned, pulling back to kiss me on the mouth.

“Possibly.” Draco smirked. “Women too.”

“Sounds . . . ” Harry began, a smile growing on his face as he reached in his pocket for the pager.

I felt the vibration in my pocket, as I’m sure Harry did by the look on his face before pulling the pager out. We looked at each other, our faces a mix of excitement and nervousness. I took Harry’s hand and led him off the dance floor. I managed to talk briefly to Ronnie, while Harry talked with his bartender as we both shouldered on our jackets. Within minutes of feeling the vibration, we went into Harry’s office and Apparated from the room.

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“Pacing is not going to speed up the process.” Mother smirked from her seat on the sofa in the waiting room. We had Floo-called her upon arriving and she had immediately come through, and was now watching me pacing back and forth in front of her, while Harry was up and down from his seat, both of our eyes on the clock on the wall.

“It’s been hours since we heard anything,” Draco said.

“It has only been about two hours,” Mother reassured. “I’m sure everything will be fine.”


Our impending fatherhood: we married about a month after the ‘Eros’ shoot, and had a baby on the way thanks to Mother who had friends in odd places. The ‘friend’ was a Mediwitch at the Salem School for Wizardry. There was a girl of 14 who had gotten herself pregnant and did not wish to keep the baby. She was about four months pregnant at the time and that was the same week of our wedding. We had immediately Flooed the school and met the young woman. She was a Half-blood witch by the name of Jordan Willows. We spent a week with her, getting to know her; her getting to know us. We got along very well, and she agreed for us to adopt her baby. We gave blood to the Mediwitch who used it to infuse our DNA with Jordan’s so the baby would be ours by blood. The father of the baby was a Muggle and didn’t want anything to do with it when he was told. The one condition she had was for her to hold the baby after it was born one time, and for her to be Obliviated of the memory of the baby afterwards. We were leery of her last demand, but she wouldn’t budge in her decision. We decided after the paperwork was filed, that we would keep tabs on Jordan and set her up a vault for her future – a vault that she would be told was from a long lost relative or something.

Sometimes it felt all so rushed – the wedding, the baby, a family. In such a short time, we had met each other again, realizing that the love we shared had never faded. We just had to remind ourselves that we were meant to be together. We constantly do as much as we can, and in however many ways we can. The baby was something that I had always dreamed of – a family of my own, something that Harry shared. So all things considered, these events in our lives were not really rushed, they were just put on hold for a while – until we were able to find each other again.


We both looked to the door of the waiting room when a medinurse came through the door. “If you’ll follow me, I’m sure your daughter would like to meet her daddies.” The nurse smiled.

Harry reached for my hand and we followed the nurse, Mother following close behind us. “Scared?” Harry whispered, the smile never leaving his face.

“No – yes.” I laughed. “You?”

“Yeah, but gods – it’s bloody brilliant.” Harry grinned, turning to Mother who was chuckling at us both.

We fell immediately in love with our daughter the minute we laid eyes on her as she lay in Jordan’s arms. We let Jordan hold her for as long as she wanted, then left with promises that the memories of her and the baby would be held in a Pensieve for when the time was right, for the time when our daughter would want to know of her mother. Jordan was given a potion to put her to sleep and heal her body before the doctor Obliviated her of the memory. Unfortunately, the doctor has had to do this more often than not with the young witches – and wizards that gotten themselves into trouble like this.

“The baby’s name?” The nurse asked with a smile, breaking our attention from the wiggling baby in my arms. We had looked up very briefly when Mother took a picture of the three of us, but then were soon enthralled with the little one again.

“Daine Jordan Malfoy-Black,” I replied, kissing the baby’s forehead before laying her in the hospital bassinet. A pink bonnet appeared on the baby’s head with a pink blanket draped over the small body with her full name stitched across the top of it.

Harry put his arm around my back and pulled me close to his side as we looked down at Daine. “Have I told you lately how much I love you?” he quietly asked by my ear.

“Not since this morning,” I grinned. “Our daughter, Harry, can you believe it?” I reached out to touch the baby’s foot through the blanket. “I never thought this would happen to me.”

“What? The baby?” Harry smiled.

“That, and you,” I said, turning in Harry’s arms to face him. “We found each other again, and we have Daine. All thanks to the Eros cologne shoot.” I grinned, leaning in to kiss Harry on the mouth.

Harry looked up at the ceiling. “Thank you, Cupid,” he laughed, then tightened his arms around me as we both began to laugh – quietly as to not awake our daughter.


Unknown to them, and unseen, there was a half-naked young man with a chiseled body and tousled blond curls who threw his head back and laughed throatily. He fluttered on soft pearly wings, wearing a sexy white loincloth with a quiver of arrows strapped to his back. He nodded in satisfaction as he slung his bow over his head and prepared to fly away. “You are welcome young mortals.” He laughed before taking flight.


The End


Note: quoted from site – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eros_(god)

In Greek Mythology, EROS was the primordial god of lust, love, and intercourse; he was also worshiped as a fertility deity. His Roman counterpart was CUPID. Eros’ name is the root of words such as erotic. In some myths, he was the son of the deities Aphrodite and Ares, but according to Plato’s Symposium he was conceived by Poros (Plenty) and Penia (Poverty) at Aphrodite’s birthday. This explains the difference aspects of love

Like Dionysus, he was sometimes referred to as Eleutherios, “the liberator”. His Roman equivalent was Cupid, “desire”, also known as Amor, “love”. According to tradition which was made by Eratosthenes, Eros was principally the patron of male love, while Aphrodite ruled the love between men and women. His statue could be found in the palaestrae or wrestling schools, on of the prinical venues for men to associate with their beloveds, and it was him to the Spartans sacrificed before battle. Meleager records this role in a poem preserved in the Greek Anthology: “a woman, hurls the fire that maddens men for women; but Eros himself sways the passion for males.” (Mousa Paidikee, 86).


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Thanxs again to Samantha and PW for the help in fixing up this story. PW for helping me with the first POV, and for those suggestions you gave me to help the story along.

Also, thanxs to all those who reviewed on AFF & TSS. There were many of you that I have seen on most of my fics that I post -- it's good to know that I have people that kind of look out for my stories when I post them. By name (in no particular order): LexieMalfoy; slytherinslave; pittwitch; thrnbrooke; arealdeal; HappyPill; Ecstatically_Yours; gentlenightrain; adriennemalfoy; DiscoLemonade; Werewolf Mistress; Hambares; shey84; jpottermalfoy; luvinhimalot; harrydraco4life; leoni; Aya-chan; purpletak; whitmore; Amy Lee; Black Padfoot; paigeey07; Graballz


The end may be weird with the whole cupid thing, but it kind of came into play when I picked the name of the cologne, and the possible titles that I tried to come up with (I hate trying to name my fics. lol). It stuck and I decided to keep it. Quirkly, but oh well.

Possible titles that the story could have been named:
- Freezeframe
- Kiss of Your Lips
- Back to You
- Thank You, Cupid
- Cupid's Arrow

Wet Dreams came about because well....Harry was wet alot, and Draco thought Harry was a walking wank - oh I mean wet dream. Hence the title to this story. So glad you enjoyed. This is the end, no sequel coming, but I will try to get some of my other fics going again. Also, once I have time (going on holidays in a few days here), I will have the original - all POV - up on my group. I'll let all you members know of course.

~tas