A/N: Hello again! I am merely adding this little bonus chapter to let everybody know that I have written a sequel for this fiction called "Forgive Me". Enjoy and thanks for reading!

Emerald Roses
Chapter Two

Upon seeing his reflection in his wardrobe mirror, Harry heavily sighed. These dress robes weren't doing him any good. Running a hand through his mussed hair, he tried to tame it to no avail. In his opinion, he looked like absolute rubbish. The dark colour beneath his eyes had disappeared over the past few months, his frown lines much less visible than before, but when he looked at himself he couldn't help but feel as though he paled in comparison to his partner.

"Bloody hell, do we really have to go to this thing?" Ron groaned, edging his way into Harry's room. He stepped behind his best friend, looking at both of them in the mirror, fixing the top of his crooked robes. "Why do they make these things so bleeding uncomfortable?" he mumbled as an afterthought.

Harry grinned half-heartedly at his friend. "You would think they try to make us hate going to them more than we already do," he commented, ducking behind Ron to retrieve his wand from his bedside table. "It's just for a few hours though, thank Merlin."

"Any longer than that and I'm certain I'd turn into a shrivelled up Skrewt," Ron muttered darkly.

"At least it's Luna's wedding, it has to be...different. Better than Colin Creevey's last year."

"I still can't believe somebody married that annoying little ponce."

Harry hummed in agreement before starting out of the room and down the stairs as he heard his ex-wife shouting for him. His kitchen was in the throes of chaos. Each chair occupied by a child or an individual, the table scattered with numerous beauty products, hair balms, and small snacks for the kids. Rose was glaring petulantly at her mother who appeared uncaring of the eight year-olds attitude as she fixated a shining hair clip on the back of her head.

"Yes, dear?" Harry teased only to receive a cold hard glare in return which nearly made him draw his wand in defence.

"Get your son to comb his hair," she ordered.

"Like that's going to do any good, it'll-"

"Harry," Hermione and Ginny spoke in the same warning tone in unison.

Putting up his hands, he turned to James who was drawing distractedly on a spare bit of parchment at the other end of the table, his eyes rising up to meet Rose's every so often and he would smirk and return to his drawing. "James," Harry called, beckoning him. He led him into the living room, grabbing a spare brush from the table as he did.

"We have five minutes!" Ginny reminded Harry as he disappeared into the next room.

Harry sat on the couch and gestured for James to kneel before him, his back towards him. James did so without question, never defying his father half as much as he did his mother. "Do we have to go, Daddy?"

"It's Aunt Luna, you love Aunt Luna."

"Yes, but it's a wedding. Weddings are boring," he groaned.

"And gross," piped in a second voice. It appeared Rose had been released from her mother's hold and was ready for the ceremony. She wore on a dress identical to Hermione and Ginny's. They were bridesmaids and she was a flower girl. The dresses were a vibrant red, which clashed with the Weasley hair colour, with silver beads in a design about the waist. The men were wearing black dress robes lined with the same red on the inside panels.

Rose plopped down into an armchair far too large for her, fiddling with her hands as she watched James getting groomed. "Yes, but I doubt Aunt Luna's will be boring. She never does anything boring," Harry commented, trying his hardest to cheer up the reluctant children despite his own reservations for the event.

At last, hair brushed, dress robes perfected, the party was ready to make leave for the ceremony. Harry's nerves crept back up on him as he held onto James' hand, waiting for their turns to step through the Floo into Luna's house.

Ron came up beside them, he was holding a timid Hugo at his hip, the very young toddler tugging gently at his father's hair and ear. "So, you said he's going to be there?" he asked beneath his breath, careful not to draw either of the children's attention.

"Unfortunately."

"Unfortunately? You'd think you would be excited to see the bloke," Ron furrowed his brow perplexedly.

"See him in a place I have to pretend I hate him? Gods, it's the first time we've ever been around each other since…" Harry trailed off, chancing a glance down at James who appeared blissfully unaware of the adult conversation.

"Yeah, yeah," Ron covered for him. "It's rotten, mate, but at least you don't have to dance with anybody, you lucky bastard."

Harry grinned at Ron before it was his turn and he stepped into the Floo, gripping onto Hugo tightly. Hugo was small enough to Floo alongside somebody still, however, James had to go in by himself and Harry followed soon after.

On the other side they were immediately greeted with a large crowd. Everybody was bustling about, greeting one another, chattering amongst themselves. There were trays of food and drinks floating of their own accord about the crowd, serving them. The inside of the house was odd as it always had been, rather cramped especially with the amount of people there, but it was left undecorated despite the ceremony of the day.

Once the small group pushed through others, Harry having to dodge numerous attempts at people grabbing his attention where it wasn't warranted, they ended up on the spectacular lawn of Luna's cottage home. There was a rather large wedding tent encompassing a fair proportion of the area, chairs were put into lines in an odd shape, making out a circle around a beautiful altar in the centre of it all. On top of the altar were various instruments; three goblets, three vials, and three bowls.

Even the tent itself wasn't typical to a wedding; it was coloured silver, so much so that the sun glinted off it, nearly blinding all those who weren't underneath it.

The floral arrangement attached to the rows of chairs, sitting on the reception tables in the distance, were certainly an odd bunch of flowers. Harry quickly warned James not to touch them, just in case, as it did appear one or two of those amidst the arrangements might bite any intrusive, wandering fingers. The wedding party – Hermione, Ginny, and Rose – quickly found their way to a smaller set of tents behind the ceremonial area.

Ron and Harry found their seats with their sons, both of them reluctant to sit near the edges. As time went on, at least a dozen people introduced themselves excitedly to Harry. He greeted them with the best smile he could muster, making small conversation when need be. It was five minutes before the ceremony was due to start that he spotted him. Across the circle of chairs, near the back of a distant row, was that unmistakeable flash of platinum hair.

Harry's breath caught in his throat, he felt his heart momentarily palpitate before Ron laid a hand on his shoulder. "Look, his mother came, too," Ron commented. He was right, Draco appeared to be escorting his aging mother. They both appeared impeccable as always, and he wasn't even wearing dress robes. Draco had on him very typical wedding attire – for a Muggle wedding. He wore a perfectly fitted suit, a sleek black colour with white shirt and a silver tie accompanying it. Narcissa wore a light blue dress, it ran down past her feet. They were seated next to an assortment of Slytherins from their year back at Hogwarts including Blaise Zabini and his wife, Pansy nee Parkinson.

"Dad, how long is this thing going to be?" James whined, pulling at the hem of his robes uncomfortably.

"Not much longer, James. It says the reception starts at…" Harry trailed off, fishing in his robes for the folded invitation. "…six. So a half hour."

"Half hour? That's a bloody quick wedding," Ron sighed, clearly relieved. "Thank Godric for Luna."

Harry absently agreed, his eyes searching out across the crowd and persons taking their seats for Draco again. When his gaze landed on him, Harry startled as he found Draco gazing in return, a smirk playing across his features. Crossing his one leg up and over the other, Draco relaxed into his chair and sent Harry a quick wink.

Blushing madly, Harry looked down and away, distracting himself with James again. "Quit playing with them, James," he chided, swatting gently at his hands which were teasing the edge of his robes, "Gin will hex me if I send you back to her with your robes all pulled to bits."

James grumbled but obliged, leaning forward slightly to catch Hugo's attention as he was sitting calmly in his father's lap. Hugo was a very, exceedingly, collected toddler. Harry was amazed at how calm this child always was – much unlike his older sister.

At last the ceremony began. The music was beautiful, in its own way, and much faster than all the wedding hymns Harry had heard before. Rolf came out first, dressed in a red and silver suit. Ron and Harry both had to supress their sniggers, muttering something about Father Christmas, which didn't take long for James to voice the same opinion. Harry couldn't chastise his son for it, neither, Rolf really did look like a much tamer, beardless, young Santa Clause.

Luna appeared second, wearing a brilliant green wedding dress. If you could call it a wedding dress. Their ceremony was peculiar from the start; their vows were said before anything else, they kept pouring sand, water, wine, and other various liquids and solids into one another's goblets and bowls. They lit candles in an odd order and one particular interval there was even singing. Thankfully, however, it had remained under half an hour.

"That was, er, interesting," Ron commented as he and Harry held James and Hugo's hands as they walked with the crowd towards the reception tent.

"See, I told you it wasn't going to be boring," Harry said, turning to James.

"Yeah, but it was weird," he said, scrunching up his face.

They settled in at a table clearly labelled for their party as per the seating arrangements. Ginny, Rose, and Hermione all had to stay at the head table as they were a part of the wedding party. There were three empty seats to their table still, and Harry looked on the card lying in the middle, immediately groaning.

Ron followed his line of sight and frowned at his best friend. "You think she knows?"

"How? Unless either of you two told her, or Draco…which is highly unlikely," Harry mumbled.

"It's Luna, mate, a nargal could have told her for all we know," Ron countered. "Wait a second…" he trailed off. "James, you're not at this table."

Harry became confused but didn't have to question it any longer as the bride of the ceremony suddenly appeared behind his chair. She was smiling brightly, her long blond hair fell well past her shoulders. "Congratulations, Luna!" Harry smiled at her, standing to hug her. Ron did the same, both father's telling their sons to do so.

"What do you think?" Luna asked.

"It's, er, very nice," Ron said nervously, unsure of how he could compliment the peculiarity of her wedding.

"It's weird! Looks like Christmas!" James piped up.

"James!" Harry hissed under his breath and apologetically smiled at Luna who was giggling at the younger boy.

"That's alright, Harry. Everybody is always happiest at Christmas so we wanted to make it look like Christmas," she explained.

Ron and Harry shared a knowing look; that was something Luna would definitely do. "I thought James would have more fun sitting up at the front with Rose," she continued, reaching out for the boy's hand who was quick to grab it.

"Alright, listen to your mother, though," Harry warned as Luna whisked him away.

"Least you don't have to worry about James while he – speaking of the devil," Ron lowered his voice, busying himself with opening the bag he had totted along with him and fishing for a few snacks and small toys for Hugo.

Harry found himself dragging his eyes up to meet the rest of the table who sat themselves down in the four empty seats. Blaise, Pansy, Narcissa, and of course, Draco. Upon closer inspection Draco appeared even more faultless. Draco's eyes burned into Harry as he greeted Ron and Hugo from the corner of his mouth. Harry was certain the other three shook his hand, but he wasn't paying much attention. With James safely at the front of the room and their table tucked into the side, difficult to see them amidst the crowd and the falling light of the day, his attention was rooted on Draco.

When Draco came around the table, he grasped Harry's hand tightly within his own, squeezing it. He rolled his thumb across his knuckles for good measure before letting it go. "Potter," he greeted lowly, sitting in James' vacated seat.

"Malfoy," Harry returned, hoping to mask his quivering nerves. It would be difficult to be so close to Draco, to not reach out and touch him, and to ignore every urge to kiss him.

Conversation started up around them and Harry was surprised that even Narcissa was indulging Ron, and Hugo, in it. She questioned the absence of his parents, he explained they were near the front with the Scamander family. Harry remained quiet for the most part, besides to respond to Ron or Hugo whenever they drew his attention. It was quite the task to pretend Draco wasn't sitting next to him – especially since he could smell the strong scent of his familiar shampoo and cologne. What made it worse for Harry, was when just as dinner was being served Draco's hand dropped below the table, under the cloth, and squeezed his upper thigh.

Harry was startled by the intimate touch but with resistance and a dutiful amount of restraint, he swallowed his urges and pretended as if that hand weren't there at all. Ten minutes into his meal, however, that task was becoming rather difficult and Harry was concerned with how well he would be able to feign innocence. Draco's hand had begun to move, trailing soft circles about the inner part of his leg. Attempting to inch away from him, Draco somehow always ended up closer still, and remained completely nonplussed by the entire interaction, eating his meal delicately with one hand and engaging in pleasant table conversation with his mother and the other two Slytherins across the table.

At dessert, Draco's movements were becoming bolder. His talented fingers had worked their way to Harry's crotch and at first contact the brunet's fork fell from his hand, clattering to his plate sending bits of cake icing about his shirt and place setting. Harry swore beneath his breath, tidying himself and the area up as Draco smirked bemusedly at him. "Having difficulties, Potter?" he drawled teasingly.

Harry's cheeks flamed and he muttered something only Ron and Draco could hear, "Not that you're helping any."

The next bite of cake Harry lifted to his mouth was interrupted once more as the palm of Draco's intrusive hand rubbed into his bollocks. Harry abandoned his dessert altogether at that moment. Ron was looking worriedly at him and leaned across the table, eyeing Draco. "Quit it, Malfoy," Ron warned.

Draco raised a delicate eyebrow. "My apologies Weasel, quit what?"

However, at Ron's glare, Draco's hand did fall away from Harry's lap. "Potter, how is the Ministry?" Blaise Zabini questioned from across the table, unawares of what had just occurred between his best mate and the man in question.

Thankful for the distraction, Harry delved into easy conversation with the ex-Slytherin, Ron coming in and out as well with Narcissa. Draco, however, remained contently silent through-out. "Are you finished with that, Potter?" Draco queried a few minutes later, gesturing to the abandoned dessert.

Harry flushed, his mouth dropping open ever so slightly. 'He doesn't mean to…what would people think, Draco Malfoy eating my leftovers?' he wondered. Much to his astonishment, before he could answer, Draco was pulling Harry's cake towards him.

Before he could delve into it, however, Narcissa was standing from the table, excusing herself. She bid everyone goodnight and beckoned for Draco to follow. Before he left alongside his mother, he leaned over the back of Harry's seat and spoke to the table, however, his breath was ghosting in Harry's ear. "Don't worry, I'll be back."

Harry shivered and sighed, his whole body slouching as soon as Draco disappeared to help his mother to the Floo after bidding the bride and groom congratulations once more. Harry's head fell into his hands as Ron frowned at him. "What's he being such a prat for?" his best friend asked.

Chancing a look at the two remaining Slytherins, Harry felt it safe to speak quietly without them overhearing as they seemed content speaking amongst one another for the moment. "He's been pestering me about coming out lately…and he, uh, he always gets off on…" Harry trailed off, biting his lower lip and looking downcast at the table.

Ron shivered and pulled a disgusted face. "That's enough, mate. You bloody exhibitionists," he mumbled. "No, Hugo, don't eat-!" Ron exclaimed, turning to see his son plopped down on the chair next to him, shoving a whole cherry, stem included, in his mouth. He pried it open and sighed when there was nothing left – it appeared Hugo devoured it quickly and with no difficulties, stem and all. "Your mother is going to kill me for that," he muttered.

Harry relished the minutes that passed peacefully and without disruption – mainly thankful that there was no intrusive, tempting man sitting next to him arousing him without a care. The time was short lived as Draco returned, and perhaps to remain unsuspicious, he sat in his mother's vacated seat next to Blaise. "Your dessert?" Draco asked, gesturing once more.

Shoving it across the table, Harry met Draco's eyes that were glinting mischievously at him. "Mm, thank you, Potter," he drawled, digging into the cake. He did so, however, as if he had forgotten cutlery existed. His finger dipped into the icing and he slowly brought the digit up towards his lips, smirking devilishly before flicking out his tongue. He engulfed his sullied finger into his mouth, sucking on the length of it, and withdrew it slowly, in what Harry could only describe as torturous, and allowed his tongue to run the length of it afterwards for good measure. "Everything tastes so much better like this, don't you agree?" Draco said to the table, though during the entire ordeal his sultry eyes never left Harry's.

"Bloody hell, that's disgusting, Malfoy!" Ron swore but then turning to Harry he swore even more. "Alright, I'd like to keep my eyesight till the end of the evening," he said objectively upon seeing his friends ruffled state of obvious arousal.

Ron had excused himself and Hugo as the dinner was ending and tables of people were beginning to make their way to the dance floor. Draco continued with his ministrations of the icing and his finger a couple of times, Harry trying his hardest to swallow his arousal despite Draco's innocent taunts that steered in his direction every few minutes.

Somewhere along the line, Pansy had dragged her husband towards the dancing crowd, and it was just Draco and Harry left at the table. Draco's foot quickly found Harry's leg and soon wiggled its way onto his lap, intruding once more. Harry hissed in a sharp breath, gripping the edge of the table. "Malfoy, you-"

"Would you like me to stop, Harry? Because from here it feels like you don't want me to," Draco teased, his toes - having discarded his one shoe - flexed up against Harry's growing member.

Harry, both elbows on the table, leaned forward, exaggerating an exhale. "Would you quit it just for a moment?"

An eyebrow disappeared beneath Draco's fringe as his smirk widened, "But it is just so much fun. I must say, it is becoming one of my favourite activities. But," he released Harry's groin from the ministrations of his foot, and toed his shoe on, "If you so wish, I can stop. For a moment."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, leaning back in his chair, finally able to relax and attempt to calm himself down. He needed to go check on James and he certainly couldn't do it in the state he was in. Draco was coming to a stand, running a hand through his fine hair, smiling brilliantly at Harry now. "This would have been the perfect venue to dance with you, Harry. How unfortunate for you, I know you would particularly enjoy dancing with me," he drawled and was off in the direction of the dance floor.

It took Harry a few minutes before he could stand with confidence and make his way towards the head table where Ginny still was, although childless. She informed Harry that James and Rose had disappeared to the sweets table together, Ron was taken up with Bill, Fleur and Victoire. Harry wandered aimlessly about the reception tents, smiling kindly at those whom acknowledged him and pausing to speak with a few others, including Andromeda who had left Teddy at home by his own request.

Unsure of how much time had passed, but feeling strangely at ease amongst the odd crowd, Harry was interrupted in his round about the tents (pointedly avoiding the dancing area) by Hermione. She came from behind one of the pillars that was holding up one of the smaller areas, she snaked her arm automatically about Harry's elbow, steering him in her direction.

"This is just lovely, isn't it?" Hermione asked wistfully, her eyes were bright and shining almost akin to the Christmas bulbs fixated on the ceiling.

"Mm," Harry noncommittally agreed as he allowed himself to be led by her step.

Hermione cast her friend a sidelong glance, her eyebrows rising. "You seem in a good mood. Ron said you were rather, er, flustered before."

Harry flushed as he looked away from her, biting back his own embarrassment. "He was being a prick," he muttered after a long moment.

Her sharp laugh startled him, causing him to take a misstep which she thankfully corrected before they continued on through the crowd. "That's not what I heard," she returned, waving her hand before he could protest anymore. "Have you been to the dance floor?"

"No," Harry said quickly, Hermione looked over at him curiously. "He's over there being an arse. Or, well," he bit his lip and muttered, "Being bloody wonderful, actually. So," he straightened up, clearing his throat. "With James and about a hundred other strangers here I am going to stay as far away from him as possible."

Hermione shrugged against him, leaning her head ever so lightly on his upper arm like an old comfort. "Wouldn't hurt to look, would it? Besides, you just have to see Ron and Hugo, they are dancing like two snarfalumps together. George, too."

Reluctantly, but without a good enough excuse that Hermione would hear, Harry was all but dragged to the edge of the dance floor in one of the larger tents. The sun was setting behind the landscape now and the music from the band was steadily becoming louder. Hermione pointed out Ron, Hugo, and George who were all dancing exuberantly together in a circle. Hugo was more lit up than Harry had seen him in a while, they could even hear his giggles from where they stood off in the distance.

"He really looks like he's having –" Harry suddenly lost his capacity to speak. His eyes widened to the liking of saucers, his vision tunnelling at one specific individual on the dance floor.

Hermione was shaking him, momentarily concerned, before she followed his line of sight and found herself blushing immensely.

Draco was dancing alone, in the centre of the floor, and it seemed like it wasn't just Harry and Hermione who had become transfixed with him. Besides those distracted by their own dancing, many others kept their eyes transfixed on the blond male, moving as if he were a Veela descendant. Draco was swaying his hips in rhythm to each beat of music, his eyes were closed and he had such a peaceful smile floating across his features. His hair was tousled across his face, his shirttail pulled out, his blazer rumpled from all the moving, and his hands. Merlin, his hands. It was as if he were molesting himself.

With that impeccable Potter-sense, once again, his eyes snapped open and landed directly on Harry. His smile drew into a seductive smirk, he licked his lips and turned about, purposefully waggling his hips to accentuate his arse. Harry couldn't help but stare; where the bloody hell else could he look?

"Wow, Malfoy, uh…" Hermione swallowed a lump in her throat and shook her head. "That's a little inappropriate, don't you think?" she questioned, her tone suddenly authoritarian. "I mean, there are children here. This is hardly the place to – Ouch! Harry!" she cursed, wrenching her arm free.

At some point, Harry had grabbed a hold of her and squeezed her hard enough to bruise. He looked over at her apologetically, his eyes only bearing to tear away from Malfoy for a moment before they travelled back to him. He was facing Harry again, his eyes locked on him, that devilish smirk in its place. All Harry could do was watch, transfixed like numerous other patrons. He was amazed Draco even had the audacity to dance as he was in public, amongst wizards at least. What if there were a business associate or a Prophet reporter to comment on his lewd behaviour? 'Or maybe you still don't quite know Draco well enough. Maybe he really doesn't care what others think,' Harry considered before his thoughts were torn away by watching the trail of Draco's fingers, tracing a line from his neck, down his side, across to his opposite hip, and-

"Harry! For Godric's sake, are you even listening to me?" Hermione all but shouted at him.

Startled by her, he did finally look away enough to focus on the fuming witch at his side. "Er, what's wrong?"

Hermione huffed. "What's wrong? Could you talk some sense into your boyfriend about how to act accordingly at weddings?"

Harry blushed deeply and bit his lower lip. Well, he certainly couldn't just walk over there and tell Draco. And he certainly couldn't tell him to stop, either. No, that wouldn't work because Harry rather enjoyed the view despite the jealousy that bubbled low within him at all the people who also got to see Draco move like that.

A third voice drew Harry permanently from thoughts of Draco. James was there suddenly, tugging at him, smiling sadly. Harry immediately bent down to his knee, ignoring the indignant noise Hermione made behind him, and placed a hand on James' shoulder. "What's wrong, kiddo?"

James frowned at the nickname but shrugged it off and mumbled. "Mum says I have to go home, now. Stupid Delilah is crying," he pouted.

"Hey," Harry said quietly yet firmly, "That's not very nice to say about your sister."

Nodding, James apologized under his breath before hugging his father from the side of his body, as if hesitant to do so. Harry kissed the top of his messy head and told Hermione he would return as he brought James back to his mother. After helping Ginny, Dean, Delilah, and James to the Floo, Harry returned to find Hermione sitting at a table by the edge of the dance floor, morosely watching Draco through narrowed eyes.

"He stopped once he noticed you were gone and just picked it up again," she grumbled.

Harry shook his head, trying his hardest not to give into the temptation to have another peak at the spectacle of the illustrious Draco Malfoy. Especially knowing James wasn't about any longer, who knew how easily he would give into temptation. "I told you he's being a prat," Harry reiterated, about to join her but stopped at the sudden icy glare he received.

"I'm going to go get Hugo and I suggest you hurry up and stop Malfoy from dancing before somebody starts dancing with him," Hermione insinuated bitterly before taking off towards her husband and son who had been joined by Rose as well now, seeing that James had gone.

Despite knowing he should stop him, once Harry's eyes landed on Draco he couldn't. Not yet, anyway. The music had slowed down, he was swaying, almost as if caught in a wind, and he appeared so at peace to himself. He wondered what other people were thinking about Draco, the ex-Death Eater, the cold-hearted Slytherin, dancing without a care in the world. 'They probably think he's lost the plot,' Harry considered.

Those grey eyes found Harry's again, and so did that breathtaking smirk, and without thought Harry's feet began to travel over towards Draco. The closer he got, the hotter Harry was certain it was underneath the blanket of the tent. He stopped a foot or so away from Draco who had ceased his dancing and was smiling coyly, his arms hanging loosely at his sides. From so close, Harry could take in every curve of Draco's body, the small layer of perspiration on his neck, the wisps of blond hair that fell down the sides of his face…'He's mine. All mine,' Harry relished momentarily.

"Can I help you, Potter?" he drawled at last.

Harry held his eyes levelly for a moment, resisting the urge for his gaze to linger down Draco's body again. "I need a word, Malfoy," he said tightly at last and turned on heel, not bothering to check that Draco was following because he knew he most certainly was. With James gone, his friends preoccupied, and the crowd thinning, Harry had no reservations in having his way with Draco out of public sight.

Leading the way through the tents, they were nearly on the outskirts when a gentle hand latched onto Harry's, pulling him to a halt. He was met with the bride of the evening, her eyes as youthful as ever, her lips pulled into a dreamy smile. "Oh, Luna," Harry tried not to sound disappointed. It was her wedding. "Having a good time? It really is a lovely wedding."

Luna's smile grew, the corner of her lip twitched and she ran her thumb over the back of Harry's hand in a friendly manner. "I just wanted to say goodbye, Harry. Perhaps you could come visit Rolf and I once we return from our honeymoon. We are going to a remote village that lives near the Crumple-Horned Snorkback in Sweden."

"Goodbye, I'm not, er-"

But Luna's smiled merely widened as she released her hand. "Goodnight, Harry."

"Er, goodnight," he mumbled after her as she turned to leave.

For a moment, he had forgotten what he was doing, till a certain blond presence that was very much not Luna appeared at his side. "You had something to say to me, Potter?" Draco breathed, leaning too closely over Harry's shoulder, his lips too near to his ear.

Harry shivered and didn't chance a look at Draco for fear of attacking him right there. Instead, he continued walking at a brisker pace. Finally Harry made his way out of the tents, through the nearly vacant yard and around the narrowly built tower of a house. Nobody was on the eastern side of the home, and there were odd looking plants that enclosed a small yarded area. Harry wasted no time leading the way there, through the plants (ensuring none of them moved or bit) and into a small area against the side of the house that was surrounded with bushes.

Draco joined him, his arms still crossed, his eyebrow raised in his direction, his mouth slowly opening to speak…but Harry didn't let him have the chance. He gripped Draco by his shoulders and shoved him unceremoniously up against the wall.

Harry covered Draco's mouth viciously with his own, claiming them as though they were his prize after a marathon. Draco reacted immediately, opening his lips to Harry's tongue, sliding his own against his lover's. One of Harry's hands kept Draco pinned to the wall, the other began to explore the blond man, running down his sides to the hem of his shirt, and up onto the bare skin underneath. Draco shuddered at the contact of skin against his own, breathing air into Harry's mouth as he did. This only caused Harry to lean against him harder, rotating his hips against Draco's, grinding their growing erections together.

Draco's hands gripped on Harry's hips, urging him to move faster. With being held captive against the wall there wasn't much Draco could accomplish, so instead he lifted up his one leg at an angle to accentuate the pressure at both of their crotches. Harry leaned his head back, gasping for breath amidst the bruising kisses.

"You're so fucking hot," he said, his voice low.

Smirking, one of Draco's hands snaked up Harry's front and to his nipple, teasing it gently between his fingers. "I thought you would enjoy seeing me dance. Did I not say you would?" Draco returned slowly, using the distance between him and Harry to look down their bodies.

As one hand continued teasing Harry's nipple, a second found its way to his behind, squeezing his buttocks before running along the smooth inseam in his slacks. Harry trembled against Draco, his grip on him tightening. "I want to fuck you," Harry said unevenly.

Draco looked innocently about. "Here? Why, can't we just-"

There was a sudden pull at Draco's navel and then he was being shoved against a different wall. A small bit of nausea brewed in his stomach, but as Harry began to chaotically strip him of his clothes, his desire for his boyfriend overtook it. With a quick glance around, Draco gathered they were at Harry's remote home. He smirked at his lover, Draco's lips faltering for a moment as Harry's mouth leaned forward to claim the skin near his collarbone and worked at it mercilessly.

"Couldn't even take me to, ah, the bed, Potter?" Draco shuddered as Harry's teeth grazed his skin and he was making his way down his body, till he was nearly kneeling, and then back up again, claiming each inch of his skin as though it was his favourite Florentine's flavour that was selling out.

"What good is a bed when I want to fuck you up against a wall, Malfoy?" Harry mumbled between his lips and Draco's skin.

At the sudden images ravaging Draco's mind, his cock twitched pleasantly and he held onto Harry tighter, pulling him up so they were level once more. Draco searched Harry's eyes for a moment, they were clouded with hunger and arousal, his cheeks were tinted pink and his mouth was swollen. 'Gods, does Potter realise how irresistible he looks when he is like this?'

"Mm, is that a promise?" Draco countered finally, his smirk returning as both his hands fell on Harry's arse, rubbing the tender flesh before slipping down the middle as far as they could reach and back up again. Harry's widening eyes and spreading blush further aroused Draco. He pushed off the wall slightly and brought his lips to Harry's neck. As soon as his tongue scraped across his skin, he could hear Harry swallow a strangled whimper.

Draco worked his neck for a few minutes as their hands roamed one another, grabbing, teasing, pinching, and kneading. When Draco pulled away his grey eyes shone with a look that stirred something deep and hot in Harry's belly. With a tight grip on Harry's hips, Draco turned their positions about which did not surprise his lover at all. They often battled for dominance and had a tendency to share it equally, both enjoying to be handled as much as they did the handling.

Harry was about to make a snide remark but he promptly shut his mouth as Draco lowered down onto his knees; Harry's pupils dilating with want and anticipation. At ease, despite being out in the open up against the side of a cottage home, Draco quickly popped open the button on Harry's trousers. But then he stopped entirely, pausing just before he reached in and looked up at his lover, his thin lips pulling together into an even thinner grin.

"You know that dance was all for you, right?" Draco whispered thickly.

Quirking his head to the side Harry said, "I sure hope so." One of Harry's hands slowly slid through Draco's fine hair, the other bracing himself against the side of the home.

Fingers began to trail around the top of Harry's briefs, lightly grazing the skin causing the brunet to shiver at the touch. "You know, if you just told-"

Harry's hand gripped his hair now, squeezing just tightly enough for Draco to wince, his smirk widening. "Draco," he growled lowly. "I don't much fancy Mrs. Calbot driving past and seeing-ah!" Harry cried as the blond man on his knees reached into his briefs quickly grabbing a hold of his hard prick.

It seemed as though Harry's plea was heard as Draco didn't waste any more time teasing Harry. He first swirled his tongue around his head, tasting his arousal momentarily before he engulfed as much as he could of Harry's cock into his mouth. Draco sucked lightly as he moved up and down, his hand working whatever length of Harry wasn't in his mouth at any given moment.

Pleasure rippled through Harry from his prick to his head and back down to his toes. His entire body tensed and relaxed all at once as Draco closed his eyes as he concentrated all his efforts on Harry's cock. It only took a few minutes before Draco's chin was covered in his own saliva, it was dripping down Harry's leg, and Harry felt his hand tightening in his hair, urging Draco's head forward. He must have been sputtering nonsensically because Draco's movements became more drawn out, he even fully released his cock from his mouth multiple times.

Releasing the throbbing member fully, Draco wiped his mouth and came to a stand before Harry, smiling coyly as he planted either hands on the side of Harry's head. "I do believe you promised fucking me against the wall?" he drawled.

Harry, nearly reduced to the nattering state of a newt due to desire for his lover, quickly changed their positions again and reached down to undo Draco's trousers. Having removed Draco's slacks and briefs, Harry ordered him shakily, "Get up."

Draco raised an eyebrow at the request and stilled. Harry seemed impatient as he gripped Draco's hips so tightly there would be residual bruises. He hoisted Draco up with difficulty and once Draco caught on he used the leverage of his back against the wall and Harry's strength to pull himself up onto Harry – his legs wrapped just above his hips, his bare arse sitting just above Harry's cock which prodded up into him.

With a quick summoning and lathering of lubrication, Harry didn't even ask Draco if he were ready as he steadied himself, pushing Draco between his body and the wall to make holding him an easier task. As soon as his cock entered Draco's tight orifice, Harry's breath drew in sharply. He took his time entering him as Draco seemed to tense and shiver against the touch. With Harry's cock was buried fully in Draco, the blond gasped.

Shakily, Harry smirked at his boyfriend, just enough distance away from his face to watch his pleasure wash over him. "Right there?" Harry asked lowly, pulling out slightly and back in again with vigor.

Draco cried that time, gripping onto Harry's shoulders. "Yes," he breathed, "Right-fuck!" he was cut off as Harry drove into him again, hitting the same spot inside of his arse. Distracting himself from the over stimulation as Harry picked up his pace, sweat beading down from his fringe, Draco craned his neck forward enough to capture his lips. Their kiss was messy, teeth knocking together, lips smacking, their tongues shoving unceremoniously against one another, but it appeared to enthuse Harry who pushed harder into Draco.

When Harry pulled back from Draco's lips to catch his breath, he looked down his lover's body, appreciating it, moving faster and harder into him and groaning against his lips. "Potter, fucking Merlin you-" Draco's voice was strangled, rough, and he could hardly concentrate on finishing his sentence. Draco threw his head back against the side of the house, closing his eyes and running his hands down from Harry's shoulders down his chest and landing on his own prick, gripping it.

After only three hard strokes, Draco was coming against his abdomen and Harry's chest, the sticky liquid splashing against their skin. Draco's orgasmic cries and the tensing of his muscles sent Harry into overdrive, pounding him harder up against the wall. He soon followed Draco's orgasm, pulsing liquid into him, filling him, and clenching his teeth so hard he was certain his jaw would break.

Breathing heavily and sweating, Harry released Draco from his hips and fell against the wall beside him. Cleaning them both, pulling his trousers up and assisting Harry with his own, Draco soon straddled a slumped over Harry whose legs were sprawled out, his back against the wall. He pressed a few feathering kisses to his lips, across his jaw, down his neck, and back again, until he leaned back grinning.

"You kept your word this time," he said, causing Harry to chortle. "You usually take so long fulfilling your promise of…fulfilling me that I end up fucking you senseless."

"I'm pretty sure you still did," Harry mumbled, his eyes half-lidded, smiling lazily at the smug look on Draco's face. "Next time, let's make it to the bedroom," he suggested as an afterthought.

"You were the one who apparated us, you bloody voyeur," Draco teased playfully.

"Hm, you're fault for what you were doing at the wedding."

"Oh? So, piss you off in public and I get this in return? I'll need to keep that in mind," he bemused.

Harry laughed. "You're such a prat. And I'm too old to be having impromptu sex against the side of my house," he added.

Draco nearly closed the distance between them again, his lips lingering just before Harry's. "But you loved it."

"Yeah, I did," Harry mumbled an agreement as he kissed Draco firmly. 'I love everything when I'm with you,' Harry thought absently, and realising how much that thought horrified him, he quickly swallowed it and kissed Draco again.