Day 7: Wedding
Harry loved having a boyfriend.
There were a lot of reasons that he loved having a boyfriend (and this boyfriend in particular, at that) but one of the most unexpected reasons was because it was convenient to have someone to bring to events.
Harry no longer had to worry about being seated at the awkward single table, no longer had to listen to people tell him that they knew just the right witch/wizard for him. He no longer had to worry about not knowing what to do with himself when everyone else started dancing. And most important, because his boyfriend was Draco Malfoy, Harry no longer had to worry if he was making any hideous faux pas because Draco always quietly and gently guided him to doing the correct thing.
Five years. Nearly five years of this perfection.
He loved Draco Malfoy for many reasons and having a date to go to weddings with was definitely among them.
They'd gone to a lot of weddings together, especially toward the beginning of their relationship. The war had made a lot of their friends decide to get married quickly and the two of them had gone to wedding after wedding in the couple of years following.
It had been a lark. They went to weddings, laughed at the people who cried for no apparent reason, drank entirely too much, and had a lot of fun.
When Ginny and Blaise had announced that they were getting married, Harry had expected that this wedding would be like the others.
He was wrong.
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It wasn't that Draco was mad (at least he didn't seem to be), it was that he'd been weirdly detached in the weeks leading up to the wedding. He was polite to Harry, but honestly that was as much a red flag as anything.
By the time the day of the wedding rolled around, Harry pretty much constantly had a pool of anxiety churning in his gut.
He watched as Draco fiddled with his dress robes, setting everything just so, and he couldn't stop himself from blurting, "Is everything alright?"
"Of course," Draco said, glancing up and catching his gaze in the mirror. "Why wouldn't it be?"
"I don't know," Harry replied. "That's why I'm asking."
Draco hummed and went back to looking at himself in the mirror.
"It's just you've been a bit quiet."
"Have I?" he asked noncommittally.
"Yes," he replied with a sigh, recognizing the classic Draco Malfoy deflection tactic at play. "If I've done something wrong, I wish you'd just tell me," Harry said, collapsing back onto their bed. "I didn't mean it, whatever it is."
Draco walked over to him and stood between Harry's thighs before gently taking his hands and pulling him up, "You haven't done anything wrong."
"You're sure?" Harry asked as he leaned in and pressed his face against Draco's stomach, wrapping his arms around him.
"Yes," he replied, fingers tenderly carding through Harry's curls.
"I love you," Harry murmured.
"I know," Draco replied, equally soft. "Come on. We're going to be late."
Harry sighed but didn't argue with him, he supposed that whatever it was could wait until after the wedding.
The wedding was lovely. Blaise cried but Ginny didn't; normally this would have caused the two of them to giggle but Draco's lips barely tipped up and Harry didn't want to laugh about it by himself. So he just found himself clearing his throat a bit awkwardly and looking back up at the bride and groom.
The reception was at the Zabini Manor, in the sprawling gardens and Harry took Draco's hand as they wandered through the rose bushes. "You're sure you're okay?"
"I wish you would stop asking me that."
Harry's brow furrowed, "Well I wish you'd stop being weird," he said.
Draco's quicksilver eyes flashed, "Excuse me?"
"You heard me," Harry replied stubbornly.
"I did. I was giving you the opportunity to change your answer," he replied and strangely Harry felt a bit of relief. Bickering was good. Bickering was familiar.
"I just want to know what is going on with you-"
A group of people walked by and Draco smiled disarmingly at them before grasping Harry's elbow and tugging him away from the main path. He walked them over to a blossoming Cherry Tree and Harry might have enjoyed how beautiful it was and enjoyed the lovely smell if he wasn't so preoccupied with his boyfriend.
Suddenly an entirely unwelcome, unhappy thought popped into his head, "Wait," he said, "Are you..." he trailed off because it physically hurt him to say it. "Are you in love with Blaise?" he asked, lowering his voice and glancing around, just in case anyone had followed them.
"What?" Draco spluttered. "Of all the hare-brained-"
"Or were you?" Harry asked. "Is that why this wedding has been so different? You could have told me-" he said.
"Potter, you're being ridiculous!"
"Am I?" Harry asked. "Look, I wouldn't have been mad. Especially if it had just been because you used to love him. I've loved other people, too. Not the way I love you," he hastened to add, "But it would have been-"
"Shut up," Draco snapped. "For fuck's sake. Just." He huffed a breath, "Shut up."
"Will you tell me what's going on if I do?"
The other man groaned in obvious frustration, "Fine," he said, then repeated, "fine. I'll tell you. I am not, nor have I ever been in love with Blaise."
That was honestly a relief. Harry said nothing he just gave a nod, hoping the other man would continue.
"But we were one another's back up plans."
"Back up plans?" he asked curiously.
Draco nodded and wandered a few steps away, looking at the gnarled roots of the tree. "Yes. If we were still both single by 40 we were going to get married. Better to have someone to come home to than to be alone forever."
Harry, thought this through but couldn't understand why this had been making Draco upset for the past few weeks, "But neither of you are single."
"Well, not now," Draco replied, looking intently at the cherry blossoms to avoid looking at Harry. "But he's just gone and tied himself to someone else, so..." he trailed off.
"Are you planning on breaking up with me?" Harry asked, panic rising in his gut. "Draco, I love you. I'll do anything-"
"What? No. Potter," he said, looking at Harry now, "Harry," he said, reaching out to him. "No. It's the opposite that I'm afraid of."
"You're afraid that I will break up with you?" Harry asked incredulously.
"Of course I am!" Draco all but shouted before visibly trying to compose himself. "Of course I am. You are Harry bloody Potter. You're obviously too good for me."
"What?" Harry yelped but Draco just kept on talking.
"Everyone says so," he said, as if it was anyone else's business, as if Harry gave a rat's arse what other people thought. "And honestly, if you wanted to marry me, you would have done it by now; it's been five years and there's never even been a whiff of a proposal."
"But-" Harry started.
"So, it was just nice to have Blaise as a back up. To know that when you got tired of me at least there would be someone-"
"Okay, stop!" Harry exclaimed. "First, Blaise can fuck right off." Draco's brow furrowed and he opened his mouth but Harry talked over him. "I literally never want to break up with you. I am in this for the long haul and I thought you knew that."
"No, it's my turn," Harry interrupted. "You are the reason that we're not married."
"I know," he assured, nodding, "I'm not the type of person someone marries."
"What? No!" Harry protested. "Godric, no. Draco you told me you hated weddings. You said you hated the entire concept of marriage. You hated the status, and the games, and the politics-"
"I didn't mean that about getting married to you!" he protested.
"Well, how was I supposed to know that?"
"Because there was nothing political about this!" he said. "There's nothing about status, or rank, or politics, or games about our relationship."
Harry stared at him, "Draco, I have wanted to marry you for so long," he said. Draco looked skeptical so Harry said, "Remember that night that we went to the Weasley's, it was our first time there as a couple?" Harry continued, remembering the moment like it was yesterday.,"And you went outside at one point when we were playing games."
"I remember," he interrupted.
He kept talking anyway, taking a step closer to the other man, "And I came outside to find you and you were standing there staring up at the stars with tears in your eyes."
"I remember," he growled.
"Let me finish," Harry said, clasping his hand in his, "and you asked if that was what it was like to have a real family."
"Let me finish," Harry repeated. "And I told you that I didn't have a clue because the Weasley's are the closest thing I've had to a real family."
"Yes," Draco replied. "And we talked about my mother."
"Yes," Harry agreed, "But that doesn't matter because I knew that instant that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I knew that I wanted to have a family with you. I knew you were it for me."
"What?" he whispered. "Harry we'd been dating for what? A month at that point?"
"Twenty two days," Harry replied. "And I knew. I've never been one for taking a long time to make decisions. My gut has never really led me astray and I know when something feels right." He tugged Draco a little closer until they were standing mere inches apart, "And nothing has ever felt more right than you."
"Harry," he whispered, "Really?"
"Yeah," he replied, leaning in to peck his lips. "Marry me, Draco Malfoy."
Draco was nodding and throwing himself at Harry, kissing him fiercely and Harry wrapped him up in his arms and kissed him back.
When Harry pulled back, he rested his forehead against Draco's, "I love you."
'I love you, too."
"We should get back before everyone notices we're missing."
The other man nodded but made no move to leave. "And we probably should keep this between us for now. We don't want to steal their spotlight."
"Our little secret for the night," Harry promised. "But then after that everyone will know," he said. "Everyone will know that I am yours and you are mine, no matter what. Until death do us part."
"Until death do us part," Draco whispered back like a promise.
A promise that they both fully intended to keep. No matter what.
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