Goodnight Sweet Girl

Twenty: A Handfasting, Shakespeare, and a Rough Kiss of Gentle Passion

Days faded and bled into each other, dawn to noon to dusk, each moment moving forward and changing. Harry and Draco were released from the hospital nearly two weeks after the night of Voldemort's defeat. Molly and Arthur Weasley returned to the Burrow, but Ginny stayed at Hogwarts, and Molly visited every day to check on Ginny, who was receiving private lessons to catch up on her schoolwork.

Ginny was present at every meal in Great Hall, eating heartily and talking to anyone and everyone. She especially enjoyed talking to Draco, which was surprising to many. It took some time for the students to adjust to Ginny, but Draco took care of that during their first meal in Great Hall since he and Harry had left the hospital wing, unfortunately it was the most popular meal, dinner.

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They walked in together, Ginny and Draco, with Harry trailing a couple of feet behind and talking to Ron. In the middle of Great Hall, Ginny stopped and reached for Draco's hand and pulled it over her very pregnant belly. The baby was moving and Draco had smiled, knelt down, and whispered, "Hello Damian," against her belly and then stood up.

The entire hall was silent, and Ginny gave Draco a strange look and asked, "What did you call him?"

"Damian," Draco answered hesitantly, and Ginny smiled at the fair skinned girl with platinum blonde hair, and then the redhead patted her belly gently and said, "I think he would like that name. Have you and Harry given any thoughts to names yet?"

Draco drew in a breath and blushed, but thankfully Harry came to the rescue and ushered the redhead and the blonde to the Gryffindor table. Ginny's question left unanswered and hanging in the air. The Great Hall erupted into noise after that. All except the Slytherins, who had kept quiet and to themselves since the defeat of Voldemort. Many of them had lost parents and other family members because of the mortal downfall of Voldemort and his followers. Of course it was Pansy that had to ruin the silence of the Slytherins that night at dinner by commenting on the scene between Ginny and Draco of only moments before.

"How can he stand her? A Weasley and the mother of his bastard sibling. Then again, Draco is just as much of a disgrace, becoming a girl, and consorting with Potter no less," she spat, and realized her mistake all too late, because Blaise Zabini was sitting down next to her.

Blaise stood up and glared down at the girl. "How dare you criticize him or anyone? What gives you the right? That girl, Ginny, has been through hell, and I don't even care to think about all Draco and Harry have been through! You may not realize or appreciate it, but Draco and Harry have saved you and all of us from our parents' fates. I supposed no one could save you from yourself though, Parkinson."

"Oh, I forgot," Pansy said with a cruel smile. "Potter isn't the only lovesick fool so enamored with Draco."

"At least Potter and I weren't trying to seduce his bank account out from under him," Blaise snapped and then got up and joined the Gryffindor table, where he'd eaten all of his meals ever since.

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Time passed by so quickly that before anyone knew it the fifth years had taken their OWLs and the seventh years had taken their NEWTs, and school would be over in a couple of weeks.

Ginny had given birth to a baby boy with mismatched eyes and white blonde hair, and was in love with him from the moment she saw him. The Weasleys accepted their grandchild with many tears, hugs, and happiness, and Ron had to admit he enjoyed being an uncle, even if the kid was half of a Malfoy.

All in all the wizarding world was at peace, with the exception of one Harry James Potter, who was dealing with a moody and hormonal Draco Lucius Le Faye.

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It was one thing to deal with Draco's cravings, Harry still turned green at the sight of Draco dipping pickles into a jar of strawberry jam, but then Draco had to go and suggest the unthinkable.

"Harry, I think we should invite your family to the handfasting. Oh, what are they called again, the Dungsters?"

Harry visibly paled and looked somewhat sick. "You want to invite the Dursleys to our handfasting?"

Draco nodded. Yes, I would like to meet these muggle relatives of yours, and they couldn't refuse an invitation to a handfasting. We could even tell them about the baby on the way."

"Are you mad? Bloody Mental? Or just hormonal? They despise me and anything pertaining to magic!"

Draco narrowed his mismatched eyes. "Potter! I may physically be a woman, but I can still take you on! Now these muggles are you family and they are able to come, so they will come. If my family cannot be there, then what is left of yours will be, and that is final!"

Harry winced at Draco's tone, and grudgingly gave in, although he was more than fairly certain that the Dursleys would not make an appearance. What Harry was unaware of was that Draco was sending out charmed invitations, so that anyone invited would find it impossible to miss the handfasting short of death.

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"Ron, I have come to the conclusion that Draco has gone mental," Harry said as they walked toward the Quidditch pitch, as Harry was in desperate need of some relaxation, so he and Ron had planned on flying.

"Why is that mate?" Ron asked.

Harry turned to Ron and gave him an all suffering look. "He wants to invite the Dursleys to our handfasting."

Ron nearly choked, "What?!"

Harry nodded and then Ron continued on thoughtfully, "Well, he's gone through a lot of changes in the past few months, and he is a pregnant woman now, so that is bound to cause some sort of mental damage, but inviting those people?"

"And he doesn't even like muggles!" Harry pointed out and then sighed. "He mentioned something about his family not being able to be there. No one has been able to find his mother, and his father is still tucked away at St. Mungo's. He told me if his family couldn't be there, then mine would be, and that was the end of it. What am I getting myself into?"

"Want some advice?" Ron asked and then continued when Harry nodded. "Run in the opposite direction as fast as you can and don't look back! I mean look at who you are going to marry! You have time to back out."

Harry shook his head and patted Ron's shoulder. "I can't do that. I love the git, and well there is a little Potter destined to come into the world and annoy the bugger out of Snape. And I would really love to be around to see that."

Even Ron had to smile at that. "You do make an excellent point. A little Potter calling Snape 'Uncle Sevvie', now there is one for the record books!"

With that the two mounted their brooms and took off, and Harry felt light and free, comforted by the wind streaming through his unruly black hair. Ron's broom was unable to keep up with Harry's firebolt, but that didn't matter, what mattered was that they were free for a few moments out of the day.

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Draco sighed and looked down at the blank piece of parchment before him. How was he supposed to invite Harry's muggle family to the handfasting? Why did it even matter to him? He'd always been raised to despise muggles, so why was it so important that they be there? Draco sighed and dipped his quill into his ink pot, and then a small calculating smile ran across his lips, as he put quill to parchment and began to write in his small elegant script.

Once the letter was complete, he sealed it with a Gryffindor seal and went to the owlery where he used a school owl and sent the letter off. He smiled to himself knowing that the charm he'd used would require their presence at the handfasting.

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Petunia Dursley jumped and gave a shriek at the insistant tapping that sounded at the kitchen window. She dropped the plate she'd been washing and looked up with a start at the large barn owl tapping against her the window. She frowned and opened the window, and the owl held out a letter in its claw. She took the letter, raised an eyebrow at the elegant script on the envelope and then broke the seal and pulled out the parchment.

Her mouth fell open as she proceeded to read the letter.

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley,

I cordially invite you to the handfasting of your nephew Harry, and myself, Draco Lucius Le Faye. Your presence would be most appreciated at the occasion, and we have several announcements to make shortly after the ceremony, which would require your presence.

I do not know much about the relationship you and your family have had with Harry, but recently I have come to understand the importance of family, and as my family is unable to attend, I felt inclined to invite all of you.

I am not familiar with muggle custom in regards to handfastings, marriage, and such, but the event is sure to be memorable. At the moment we are still deciding upon the location of the event, but you will be notified immediately once we have decided. The ceremony will take place on the night of the Solstice, or the twenty-first of June.

I know I will see you there.

Sincerely,

Draco Lucius Le Faye

Petunia read through the letter again, and somehow she knew that she couldn't refuse the invitation. She began to feel faint and took a seat in one of the chairs that surrounded the kitchen table. She took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself. She then opened her eyes and read the letter one final time, wondering how Vernon would react.

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Draco was perched on his bed, in the room he shared with Hermione, sketching a portrait of Morgana Le Faye, relying solely on his memory. He was just finishing the shading of her left eye to make it appear darker than the right, when Hermione walked into the room, looking as though was she we in shock.

"Hermione?" Draco asked as he looked up.

Her head snapped up and she looked at him, her eyes taking a moment to focus, and then she said, "I don't believe it."

"Believe what?" Draco asked.

"Ron," Hermione said, "He proposed."

Draco's eyes widened and he stared at the wild haired girl before him, "He did? Finally! Well, what did you say?"

"Nothing, I fainted, and when I came to I was in the hospital wing with him hovering over me. I pushed him back and ran all the way here. What am I going to do?"

"Well do you care for the git?" Draco asked.

"Of course I do," she said.

Draco smiled. "Ah, well... Do you love him?"

Hermione's eyes widened as realization dawned on her and then she looked at Draco in surprise. "Yes, I do. And since when have you been so intuitive?"

Draco shrugged. "I'm not sure, but Weasel is probably awaiting your answer. As much as the thought of him squirming makes me happy I'm sure he's driving Harry mad, so go talk to him."

The dark haired girl looked at the blonde girl lying on the bed suspiciously, and then a small smile tugged at her lips. "I never thought we could be friends, like this I mean. Thank you."

Draco returned the smile and then a thought crossed his mind. "Hermione, Harry and I have been talking about the baby. Especially since Ginny has decided to name us godparents to Damien. Severus isn't seeing anyone, and I couldn't imagine anyone else being the godmother of this child. Would you?"

"Turn Ron down for Snape or be a godmother?" Hermione asked, her eyes wide with shock.

"Bloody hell! I couldn't live with Harry if you turned Ron down, and Uncle Sevvie would curse me for playing matchmaker! You're to be the godmother, of course!" Draco answered in exasperation.

A wicked grin spread across the dark haired girl's face. "You are absolutely comical under pressure Draco. I can't wait to see how you fair with motherhood!"

Draco grimaced and a long suffering sigh escaped his lips as he raised an eyebrow and looked the know-it-all bookworm over. "As godmother you will have babysitting duties to shoulder."

"Is that your way of getting revenge?" Hermione asked with mild amusement.

"No, but having Harry and little Potter in the house is bound to drive me mad," the blonde answered with a small smile.

Hermione shook her head, and wondered how she'd never seen the person Draco had been before the change. Now she understood how Harry could love Draco in whatever form the blonde took, because Draco, despite certain personality flaws, a questionable family background, and a knack for getting what he wanted, was truly an amazing person.

The dark haired girl then remembered something. "Draco," she paused as the blonde looked up in acknowledgement. "You wouldn't tell Ron that I kissed you that one time, would you? It would be rather awkward..."

"Afraid of a bit of blackmail?" Draco asked with a mischievous spark in his mismatched eyes, and then he stood up, putting his drawing aside and stood before her. "As tempting as torturing your ickle Ronniekins is, I would dream of making you unhappy. I take that to my grave, unless Harry ever gets me truly drunk, and then I make no promises."

Hermione sighed and found herself once again looking at the girl, the woman that Draco had become. He was a beautiful woman to behold, stunning in frosty elemental beauty, eyes alight with mischief like any fae, and the soul within the body was fierce and captivating. Still that soul was fiercely male, despite outward appearances.

"Well, go relieve Harry of the stress of insuring your wayward future husband," Draco said and was taken by surprise when Hermione threw her arms around him in a fierce hug that swept Draco up into a flurry of emotions.

Then just as quickly Hermione withdrew her arms and went off in search of Ron to give him her answer.

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Vernon Dursley came home to find his wife sitting in the kitchen in a state of shock. He took one look at his wife and immediately asked what was wrong. She looked up her eyes wide, and her throat bobbed a couple of times as she swallowed from nervousness. Then with a shaking hand she held out the letter to Vernon, who took it and read over it, his face turning crimson as he roared with outrage.

"How dare that boy expect us to turn out for his freakshow of a wedding! Isn't it enough that we kept him under our roof, fed him, clothed him, and put up with his freakish ways? And this Draco Le Faye, sounds like he's marrying a bloke! I won't stand for it. We will not go!" he thundered.

Petunia looked up at her husband and let out a shaky breath. "We have no choice Vernon. I think the letter was chamred. Don't you feel it? We have to be there. Whoever it is that he is marrying must have cast a spell on the letter. Lily did the same thing with the invitation she sent to me when she married that horrible Potter."

Vernon looked at her, a purple vein buldging from his large forehead, his beady eyes looking particular shiny in his anger, and his bulge quivering more so than usual. "Are you tell me that we will attend this... this... THIS CIRCUS! And it mentions here family! Family! So Dudley is required to accompany us! Petunia, darling, I may have to go, but if this Draco is a bloke we are leaving, no matter what it is that he wishes to announce afterwards..."

Vernon was about to continue his rant when they both heard the front door open and close, and then their son entered the kitchen and looked from his angry father to his mother who was looking somewhat tired.

"Mummy, Daddy? What is it? It's him. It's always him that gets you like this? What does he want? I thought he was gone for good. He's not going to come back to curse us is he?" Dudley asked, and looked more than afraid, his body shook, like an earthquake averaging a rather high number on the richter scale, in absolute terror.

"Duddykins, dear, we must attend a wedding on the twenty-first. That is all. Now we should see a tailor about preparing a nice suit for you to wear to the occasion. What do think for a color? Black or a nice dark blue? Oh blue would be lovely with your eyes," Petunia said, before Vernon could say anything.

"Will you at least tell me what is going on? And who is getting married?" the over weight boy asked his parents once again.

"Petunia! How can you be so calm about this? That boy wants us to show up at a wedding with a guest list full of freaks. Do you remember what they did to our fireplace that one time, and God forbid they come to take us to wherever this ceremony is being held by fireplace or that deathtrap of a flying car!" Vernon snapped.

Dudley's beady blue eyes widened. "Harry is getting married, and we are going to the wedding? Mummy have you gone out of your head? He will do something to me, I just know it. He's got that wand, and he can do things with it now!"

Petunia looked at her son and sighed, as she tugged at his collar trying to straighten it. "We have no choice Dudders, we have to go. Now we shall look our best on the occasion. Now I will call the tailor in the morning, and Vernon, do you have a suit for the occasion?"

Vernon grumbled a "yes" and the matter was settled. The Dursleys were going to the wedding, and the would look their best, and hopefully come out of the whole affair unscathed. Still Petunia Dursley could not help worrying over the announcements that awaited after the ceremony.

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It was the night of the Summer Solstice, and Severus Snaped was knocking on the door of the bathroom, wondering what in the devil was keeping Draco. He sighed and then shouted through the door, "Bloody hell, boy, if you don't come out of there I will come in and get you!"

"You wouldn't dare, you over grown bat, and I look absolutely horrible! These robes look entirely too big and I look horribly overweight! This is a horrible mistake and I am not leaving this room! Tell them all that the ceremony is cancelled!" Draco shouted back in response.

Snape slapped his hand on the door and sighed, then he noticed Hermione rounding the corner and immediately pushed her toward the door of the bathroom. She sighed and shook her head.

"He's not coming out?" she asked, and Snape nodded in confirmation.

"All right, send out for reinforcements, being Ginny and Molly, and tell Ginny to leave Damian with my mum, she thinks he's the most precious baby since I was an infant."

Severus nodded and stalked off to do as directed. A few minutes later Ginny and Molly were at the bathroom door, trying to coax Draco out.

"Draco, come out now, we mustn't start the ceremony late, and everyone is here. Even Harry's relatives, although it's a wonder they came. The poor boy looked ghostly from shock," Molly said.

And then Ginny added, "And they didn't look much better. I thought his uncle was going to burst a blood vessel. And that whale of a cousin of his. If he shakes anymore there will be an earthquake!"

"Ginny!" her mother scolded and then Hermione took out her wand and whispered, "Alohomora," and the lock gave way and she opened the door before Draco could stop them.

Draco looked up and saw the three women in the doorway, and lightly ran his hand over his stomach, which was just beginning to show the pregnancy.

Molly smiled. "Poor dear, you're beautiful, possitively glowing. And you're three months along, of course you would begin to show, but it's not so bad, hardly noticeable, now lets go out there before the men go nutters with waiting on us."

Draco finally smiled and stood up, taking in a deep breath, but the butterflies fluttering about in his stomach were still present, and then he remembered how he'd been resorted into Gryffindor. Obviously he had some courage somewhere, so summoning that courage, he stood up and took the bouquet of white jasmines and lilies from Hermione, while Molly went over the dress robes with a careful hand, making sure that any and all wrinkles were taken care of. Then Draco snapped his fingers as a moment of inspiration occurred, and he handed his bouquet back to Hermione.

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Harry had begun to pace with nervousness, across the grassy spot by the lake, where he'd proposed to Draco only months before. He looked down at what he was wearing and felt absolutely silly. How had he let Draco talk him into a black satin shirt, black suede breeches, and black suede boots? Although he had to admit that the satin of the shirt felt wonderful against his skin.

Dumbledore stood in his place, a twinkle in his eye as he looked at the pacing youth. Then the boy stopped suddenly and his mouth fell open. The Dursleys had just arrived, they took some seats in the back row of the crowd gathered. Harry could hardly believe his eyes, and they were dressed in their best, obviously Dudley had been to the tailors and was wearing a new dark blue suit, Petunia wore a pale pink dress and the skirt ended properly below her knees, and Vernon wore the brown suit he usually saved for important business meetings. Obviously there had been some modifications to the spell that kept muggles off of school grounds, and the Dursleys were looking around the school grounds. The giant squid made a quick appearance, waving at the crowd with his sizable tentacle and Dudley looked as though he were about to wet himself. Harry wondered how Draco had managed to get them there, and then his nervousness bubbled up anew, as he wondered what on earth was taking Draco so long.

He looked up as soon as he saw Snape rushing out and then frowned when both Molly and Ginny left and Snape sat down in his seat where the other teachers of Hogwarts sat. A few eternal moments later, Molly resumed her place as matron, Harry took his place beside Arthur, and Dumbledore smiled at Harry. Ginny and Hermione took their seats, and then Draco's head appeared to be floating in mid air, in the aisle made between the rows of chairs that had been set up for the guests, then Draco took off the rest of the invisibility cloak and handed it to a very startled Petunia Dursley who was sitting in the aisle seat of the very last row. Draco then summoned the bouquet that Hermione still held.

Everyone stared at the beautiful fair skinned girl, with mismatched eyes and platinum hair that suddenly appeared. She was dressed in elegantly cut white dress robes, trimmed and embroidered in silver thread, and she seemed to glow. Harry's mouth fell open at the sight of her, as did many of the male guests. The girl held her chin high and with a small smile began to walk slowly and gracefully toward the man that awaited to marry her.

Once she reached Harry, flashbulbs went off. Harry rolled his eyes, wondering how Draco had talked him into invting the press. Of course the with one terse word from Snape, who was sitting with the teachers in the row behind the press, no further incidents with flashbulbs occurred.

Finally Dumbledore cleared his throat and the ceremony began. "We are gathered here this magical night to witness the joining of two very special people, who come together in love and understanding. Now assuming there are no objections I shall proceed." The headmaster then turned to Harry and smiling said, "Do you, Harry James Potter, take Draco Lucius Le Faye, in times of joy and times of sorrow, in sickness and in health, in wealth and in poverty for as long as you both shall live?"

Harry smiled as he looked into Draco's eyes, taking the ring that Arthur held out to him and slipping it onto Draco's left ring finger, spoke with absolutely certainty. "Always."

The headmaster nodded and then turned to Draco. "Do you, Draco Lucius Le Faye, take Harry James Potter, in times of joy and times of sorrow, in sickness and in health, in wealth and in poverty for as long as you both shall live?"

Draco looked at Harry, took the ring that Molly pressed into his palm, raised a platinum eyebrow, began sliding the ring on Harry's left ring finger, and smirked. "After what he did to me? Of course."

Laughter bubbled up from the audience, and Snape looked possitively dreadful as did McGonagall, while Ron felt indignant on Harry's behalf, the twins fought with laughter, and most of the students in attendance either laughed or giggled. Harry looked at Draco, and shaking his head, smiled at the blonde.

The headmaster, smiling broadly then said, "Very well, now you may join hands."

Draco handed the bouquet to Molly and the couple joined hands, Harry's left with Draco's right, as they stood facing each other. The headmaster conjured a long white ribbon. He then spoke, "Only you have the power to bind yourselves to each other, do you wish to be bound?"

Together the couple answered, and the headmaster proceeded to wind the ribbon thrice about Draco's arm and then thrice about Harry's, and then he said, "Now if I am not mistaken, I believe that you two have prepared vows?"

The couple nodded and taking a deep breath, Harry began, "Draco, I have known you since our first meeting in Madame Malkin's robe shop, and since then all of the moments we've shared have been memorable. I used to remember trying to despise you for all of the rotten things you did to me and my friends over the years, but I find that it no longer matters. I can't remember the exact moment I fell in love with you, but I remember when I knew for certain. It was the first quidditch match of this year, when you fell from your broom. You may not have known it, but I stayed with you the entire night, I even kissed you, but you didn't wake up. I wanted to be there when you woke up, but Madam Pomfrey sent me on my way, and later that day you showed up at lunch as though nothing had happened. I want to spend the rest of my life being there when you wake up every morning, and I want to be there every night when you go to sleep. I love you, Draco. To Thee I am bound, And my Soul I have found."

The blonde's cheeks reddened a bit and then she began to speak, her enchanting elemental voice filling the air. "Potter, you have been my obsession for longer than you could ever imagine. You've always insisted on being the hero, and I must admit, you have saved me in more ways than I could possibly count. And although I have shared moments with Blaise and with..." Draco paused and grinned wickedly for effect. "Granger, I find that I can only see myself spending the rest of my life with you. And I only hope that the gods take pity on me for being foolish enough for binding myself to a headstrong and obstinate Gryffindor. And I vow that you will share in the nappy changing experience, barring complaint, and on that note I will grudgingly say, that I love you too, Harry. To Thee I am bound, And my Soul I have found."

Dumbledore looked at the young couple, and many in the audience were struggling with laughter at Draco's vow, even Molly and Arthur were struggling to contain their chuckles. Dumbledore whispered the words of an ancient binding spell, the young couple felt the words of their vow, To Thee I am bound, And my Soul I have found, that was etched into their ring bond to the skin of their rings fingers, and knew that the rings would never leave their fingers, only Draco knew that they had forever together, but he would tell that to Harry tomorrow, and then the ribbon began to glow, until finally it disappeared completely, and the headmaster said, "And now, as man and wife, you may kiss."

Draco looked at the headmaster as if to say, 'Do you honestly think we needed your go ahead?', but kept his comments to himself as Harry gently took his bride's chin in his hand and swept the blonde into a gentle kiss that promised many more. Then Harry pulled back, knelt down, and rubbing Draco's stomach laid a gentle kiss on it, and said, "I love you, too."

Flashbulbs went off like mad, everyone trying to get the winning shot. After nearly two months the papers were being given the story of Draco's fascinating transformation, and of the wedding of the century.

"Potter, stand up and keep in mind that we have an extraordinarily lengthy guestlist and refreshments in Great Hall, and might I remind you of our announcements," Draco said, and Harry stood and smiled.

"Oh, spoil my fun, lets go and get this show over with. Because tonight I want you all to myself..." Harry said and kissed the blonde girl, his wife, chastely on the lips, and then he felt several penetrating stares, and looked up to see the Dursleys, his aunt looking curious, his uncle angry, and Dudley terrified. Harry had ask the question that was on the tip of his tongue, "How on earth did you manage to get them to come?"

Draco smiled. "I charmed the letter I sent them so that they couldn't refuse the invitation."

Harry looked down at Draco and wondered what he had gotten himself into. Somewhere in the midst of all the kissing and cameras going off Dumbledore had announced the reception in Great Hall, and the guests were arleady heading toward the castle.

Harry and Draco began to walk toward the Dursleys who didn't look as though they knew what to do next or where to go. Harry took Draco's hand as they reached the Dursleys, and then he looked at his aunt, uncle and cousin and said, "Thank you for coming. It's good to see family at this occasion."

"Well, we couldn't very well refuse, now could we?" Vernon pointed out, and then looked at the fair skinned blonde girl holding his nephew's hand, and continued, "By the letter I thought you would be marrying a bloke, obviously I was mistaken, although the name Draco does have a certain masculinity to it."

It was Draco that spoke next. "Yes, well, I was not always the lovely young lady you see before you, however, sometimes change is good, however dreadful the side effects might be."

Vernon looked confused and Aunt Petunia looked perplexed as she looked at the fair skinned girl and then her eyes widened as she looked at the girl, almost as though she recognized her. "You are a Malfoy."

"No, I am not. My father was, though," Draco answered and then looked at Harry's aunt. "Harry, I thought you said you were related to muggles, I can see that your uncle and is it your cousin, are muggle, but your aunt appears to be a squib."

Petunia's eyes widened. "That is none of your business, and I've heard of you Malfoys. It's strange though. They've always been known for their sons."

"Yes, my father was rather disappointed with me over Christmas holiday," Draco answered.

Dudley finally piped up. "Hey, I thought I heard something about refreshments."

"Yes, well, I suppose we could stay until after your announcements," Vernon said gruffly.

Harry nodded, "Very well, you're welcomed to join us. As for one announcement, everyone else already knows, but we are expecting," and with that Harry gently rubbed the small swell of Draco's stomach.

"So is that why you married her?" Dudley said, and then looked Draco up and down. "At least she's not bad on the eyes. Speaking of eyes, what's wrong with hers, they're different colors."

Before either Draco or Harry could answer a black bird, almost similar to a raven burst from the trees of the Forbidden Forest and within moments changed into a slender woman with long black hair and mismatched eyes similar to Draco's. She approached the group and smiled, at the young couple.

"My dragon, you do my people and me a great honor by wedding on this night. We watched from the forest. And how fair's your child?" the woman asked.

Draco smiled at the woman. "All is well, Morgana, and these are Harry's relatives. We were about to go into the Great Hall for the reception, as everyone is already there awaiting us. Would you care to join us?"

"Of course," Morgana said, and then she looked at the Dursleys. "It would do you well to close your mouth, unless you intend to catch flies. I am Morgana Le Faye, and I'm an ancestress of Draco's."

"You were a bird," Vernon said dumbly.

The woman nodded, "Yes, I was, I can become many things. And it is best not to fear the ways of magic. Come, the festivities await."

Soon the bride and groom, along with the Dursleys and Morgana entered the Great Hall, which was decorated accordingly, for a ball or a wedding reception, round tables were scattered about, with the middle of the floor cleared for dancing, and a table full of food, with roast meats, various pies, and food fit for a feast. There was punch, wine, and pumpkin juice, and their was a seven tiered wedding cake of gigantic proportions, prepared by the house elves as Molly Weasley supervised.

Fred and Geroge, upon seeing the arrival of the bride and groom ran up to them and Fred (or was it George) said, "Well come on, they won't serve the cake until the pair of you go up and cut the first piece. So get over there and be done with it. We're all a bit hungry."

"Fred! George! Quit pestering the dears or I'll have you out by your ears!" Molly Weasley scolded them. And the rest of the Weasleys, Ron, Ginny, Bill, Charlie, Arthur, and even Percy laughed.

Eventaully Harry and Draco cut the first slice of the cake and shared it, and were glad to have the first piece as Dudley was already taking care of most of the food, luckily the house elves had outdone themselves with the meal.

Music then began to pick up and both Harry and Draco recognized it as the song that played during their first dance at the Valentine's Day Ball, "Green Sleeves". Harry swept Draco out onto the dance floor and soon other couples joined them, Bill was with Fleur Delacour, Charlie was dancing with Professor McGonagall, Arthur was dancing with his daughter Ginny, while Molly managed to drag Snape out on the dance floor, and Dumbledore was busily playing with Ginny's son, Damian.

Morgana eventually cut in to dance with Snape, and Snape appeared to be in his element, as he actually looked handsome. Even some of his former students were swooning. Ron managed a dance with Hermione, Blaise cut in to have a dance with Draco, and the Great Hall gave way to festivity.

As the night began to wane, Mr. and Mrs. Granger sought out Draco, to ask what she meant concerning their daughter in her vows. Of course Draco told them nothing and so after congratulating Harry, they went in search of their daughter and her fiance.

The night was beginning to wind down, the photographers had long since run out of film, and even theDursleys had to grudgingly admit to having a good time, Dudley had even managed a dance with Luna Lovegood, which no one saw that coming. And that was when Harry and Draco decided to make their announcements.

With some help from Dumbledore they managed to get everyone's attention. They looked around at all of their guests, most of whom were Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, the press, and Hogwarts' staff, as well as the Weasleys, Grangers, and Dursleys. Unfortunately Remus Lupin was unable to attend because that night was on the full moon.

Everyone looked at the newly weds expectantly and so nervously Harry took the lead, "We have only a couple of announcements. The first being that Draco and I are expecting a child soon, although all of you know that already. What you do not know is that we have decided on who the godparents will be," Harry paused for effect. "Hermione, we would like you to be godmother, and..." Here Harry paused and gulped.

Draco sensing Harry's distress said, "And Severus, we would like you to be godfather. As for the other announcements. As most of you are aware, I am now in control of Malfoy estate, considering once my father has recovered from his current state he is bound for Azkaban, and I have decided that half of that estate is to be shared with my halfbrother Damian and his mother Virginia Weasley. I shall keep the other half, although, Harry's wealth is by far greater than mine..." At that the Dursleys stared at Harry in open mouthed shocked, while Draco continued, "Harry and I have also decided to rebuild his ancestral home at Godric's Hollow. I do believe that is everything."

Draco looked at Harry as if to confirm that was all, and then Harry smiled and swept his wife into his arms, looked out at the crowd and said, "That is everything, now, goodnight to all of you and safe travels."

With Draco in his arms, Harry sprinted out of Great Hall and headed toward the room that Albus had prepared for the young couple. Draco of course had not expected to be swept off of his feet, and had wriggled a bit in protest, but that had ended with a kiss from Harry. Harry finally stopped at the portrait that guarded the room, and hurriedly gasped the password as Draco trailed kisses down his throat, "Posey ring."

Once inside they hardly marvelled at the lavishly decorated room, as Harry immediately set his wife down gently on the bed, and her long delicate fingers began to flick open the button of his black satin shirt, but before Draco could push the satin shirt from Harry's shoulders and down his arms, Harry pulled back and smiled at his flushed bride, as he began to recite:

"A woman's face, with nature's own hand painted,

Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;

A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted

With shifting change, as is false woman's fashion;

An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,

Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;

A man in hue, all hues in his controlling,

Which steals men's eyes, and women's souls amazeth.

And for a woman wert thou first created;

Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,

And by addition me of thee defeated,

By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.

But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,

Mine be thy love, and thy love's use their treasure."

Draco looked at Harry in surprise, and a smile tugged at his lips. "You memorized that sonnet for me? You just recited Shakespeare to me," the blonde said in amazement and then grabbed Harry by the collar and brought him down into a rough kiss of gentle passion.

End.