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With you, anywhere, everywhere
It was raining that day too, in a way, flakes of snow drifting down slowly. The world was white – peace and innocence. He held out his hand for the snowflakes that settled like frosted kisses on his palm. He closed his eyes, and his lips curved into a smile.
“Are you ready?” Remus asked, his smile soft. He swallowed, and gave him a nod. The man chuckled, and gave the slightest shake to his head. “Nervous, are you?”
“I – Yes, I’m nervous.”
“I was nervous as well,” Remus said, with a smirk. “On the day I got married to Sirius.”
He scoffed. “You weren’t nervous.”
“I was,” Remus said with a small laugh, a small, sort of fond quirk of his mouth while he carded his fingers through his hair. “But you’re doing considerably well, I had a panic attack five minutes before walking down the aisle.”
“I’m not,” Draco said, dropping his face into his palms. “We aren’t rushing into this, are we? I want to marry him, but I’m so nervous and I should’ve chosen the other suit –
“Draco,” he said calmly, with a hint of amusement. “Walk down aisle, and your worries will fade away, I assure you.”
He swallowed, cleared his throat, a familiar panic rising within him once more at the prospect, “I – fine, sure.”
The interior of the atrium was done up in white and light blue, glittering icicles hanging from the walls, and the room was warm. They began to walk down the aisle, as he drew his gaze up from the dark green carpet swirling with silver, to meet the faces of their guests.
Yet, he was nervous. Even now. No, he couldn’t focus on the guests. His gaze turned to the makeshift altar, glancing briefly at Ron wearing a pitch-black suit. And there he was – Harry, in a white suit, contrasting beautifully with his tan skin, hair as messy as the day they first met, glasses the same wireframes he'd always had. The man he loved.
And his worries faded away. Remus nudged him softly, muttering a soft: “I told you so.”
“Hey, gorgeous.” He said at the altar, as they laced their fingers together. Their eyes with glistening with tears, and he knew that one of them was going to cry.
Draco was wearing a white suit with light blue accents, a deep plum calla lily sticking out of his lapel pocket. Harry sporting a classic white lily, his suit accented in green.
A dreamy voice broke through, considerably calm, “We are gathered today to commemorate a beautiful moment in the lives of these two men.”
Luna's blond hair fell to her waist in golden spindles, her radiant yellow dress circling her in various frills, smiling suns hanging from her ears.
Her cheeks were flushed, blue eyes bright, as she held out her hands. “In the brumal cold of December, they’re going to get married. We’ve watched their love grow, and the animosity fade.”
They smirked at each other, as Draco mouthed: “Scared, Potter?”
Harry chuckled, and gave a slight shake to his head before he muttered, “You wish.”
Luna fixed her gaze on Ginny, as she said. “Love sustains you, and to marry the person you love, is a commitment. A commitment to be with each other, and a way of saying that you’ll always be there,” A beat, “Now, the vows.”
Draco commenced crying, as he began reciting his vows. “Harry, I’ve always been drawn to you. I would’ve never expected myself to fall in love with you. I didn’t see that coming. But I’ve learnt to expect the unexpected with you.”
He paused briefly, gaining his composure. “You captivate me in ways, no other soul ever will. You, Harry James Potter, are everything my heart dreams of.”
Draco was crying, a lot freely than he wanted to. Harry reached out, and wiped a tear with his thumb and gave him a soft smile.
“I would’ve never imagined that you would love me, and that was a gift beyond fantasy that I could dare to think. It’s always been a fantasy of mine, to be your husband. Your partner. And I know this, Harry – I love you, and I’ll love you until I take my last breath.”
Draco fumbled with the gold band for a moment before managing to slide it on the trembling finger and chuckled as Harry stared at it. He blinked, and peered into the grey eyes. It was engraved with the familiar words: Même les constellations ne peuvent pas comprendre mon amour pour vous.
Even the constellations can't fathom my love for you.
“I’ve never had a normal life. It has always taken an unexpected turn. And on that night, near the black lake, you saw the scars that I didn’t want anyone to.”
His gaze flickered to the faint scar on the back of his hand: I must not tell lies. Draco ran his thumb over the scar absent-mindedly. “It was instinctive, the way I fell in love with you. It was like an effortless intake of breath. You have bewitched me, Draco Malfoy – heart and soul.”
“And I don’t care about the obstacles ahead, because with you – I know I can achieve infinities. You are my destiny. You are my forever. You are the magic, Draco Malfoy.”
He slipped the gold ring into Draco’s trembling finger, engraved with: Mon cœur t’appartiendra toujours.
My heart will always belong to you.
“It is my honor,” Luna said, in a soft voice. “To pronounce you one.”
Draco inched closer, as he drew him into a kiss. It was slow and sweet and lingering, taking their time to taste and savour the other's lips. “The show’s over, mate!” Ron said with a soft laugh, “Besides, I’m starving.”
“Yeah. Go, Ron. Lead the way.” Draco said, with a satisfied smirk. The snow had begun to fall again, languidly landing on them, and vanishing into the air. “We’ll be right behind you.”
“You can’t ask us to start without you –
“I can,” Draco said, waving his hand dismissively at him. “Go on, we’ll join you.”
“Come on, you lot.” Sirius announced. "Give them a moment, they just got married!"
Ron gave him an eye-roll for good measure, before leading the others outside. The real snowfall outside was visible through the glass ceiling. They had been through so much together. The horcrux hunting, the war and the healing. He would’ve never imagined that they would’ve made it so far.
“Hey,” Harry said, with a confused frown. “We’re not going outside?”
“No,” Draco said, brushing his thumb across the oh-so familiar cheekbone. “Because I want to dance with my husband.”
“We’re supposed to dance after the –
“Harry,” Draco cut in, shaking his head in disbelief. “Dance with me, will you?”
He closed his eyes, as a soft music drifted in the air. He nodded, as Draco laced their fingers together and twirled him. His emerald eyes glistened, and a smile spread across his beautiful face. “You know how to be romantic.”
“I know,” Draco chuckled, as they glided effortlessly around the floor in the music, their actions were smooth and confident. Harry’s messy black fringe fell across his scar, and Draco brushed it away.
“I was nervous, you know?” Harry whispered, brushing their lips together. The warmth and tenderness coursed through his body, and he gave the blond a soft smile. “But when you walked down the aisle –
“Your worries faded, and you knew that you wanted to marry me more than anything in the world.”
Harry’s mouth was caught open in a small ‘o’.
“Yes, you wanker.” Draco chuckled, twirling him around and drew him close. “I was nervous, but I saw you. And I knew that I wanted the privilege to call you my husband.”
He could vaguely hear the noise outside. It was almost distant. He was focused on Harry, and dancing with him. His husband.
“Do you remember the dance we had in remembrance ball, eighth year?”
“Yeah,” Draco laughed, recalling the events of the party. “I believe that you asked me to marry you, because I was insanely gorgeous in that suit.”
“Or that you told me that I changed you, and your life. And granted, that you couldn’t feel your fucking toes – You wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“I would never have it any other way, love.”
As the music slowed down, Harry dipped him to the floor and leaned down, brushing his lips gently over his. Draco snaked his arms around his neck, melting into the kiss but also deepening it as he drew Harry’s face closer to his own. “I love you, you enormously stubborn pain in the arse.”
“I love you, you absolute wanker.” Harry whispered against his mouth, and pressed their foreheads together. He was slightly breathless at the way Draco held him close. “Have a destination in mind, do you? We’re supposed to go somewhere.”
“Yes,” he said, chuckling softly. “We’re going to India. I hear that it’s beautiful, and I’ve always wanted to go with you.”
“Knowing you, we’re probably staying at the Taj in Mumbai.”
“You know me well, Mr. Potter-Malfoy.” Draco said, placing a kiss against his forehead. “One month in India – Just us. I’ve told the others that we’re going to Rome.”
“They aren’t going to disrupt our vacation, Draco.”
“I’m not taking any chances,” he said, halting as the music died down. “It’s our first vacation as husbands, and I want it to be absolutely perfect. Two days in Mumbai, and then we'll go to the northeast - To the beautiful seven sisters and it will be perfect.”
“With you,” Harry whispered, kissing him deeply. “It’s always going to be perfect. And I’ll go with you – anywhere, everywhere.”
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