The last prompt fit well. This one fits perfectly.

prompt: Lucius kept every single letter from Draco. On Harry and Draco's wedding day Lucius gives Harry every single letter that Harry is mentioned in. Theres 1472 all together.

Harry fiddles with his dress robes nervously. He really hates dressing up, no matter how much it is required. And it is certainly required, today of all days. But he is never comfortable in them. Even after Draco made sure they were designed to be comfortable, Harry still feels confined.

The nerves aren't helping either, even if he has no need for them. Everything is going to be fine. Or as fine as anything that involves him can be. Oh Merlin, something is going to happen, he just knows it. The more important it is, the more likely it is for it to be ruined. And today is possibly the most important day of Harry's life so far, He wasn't this nervous battling Voldemort for Merlin's sake!

A knock at the door interrupts his oncoming panic attack. Maybe it's Ron. Please be Ron. He's already been through this. And he had the same problem, so he'll know what to do. Please don't be bad news. Please be Ron. "Come in," he calls.

But instead of Ron, it is Lucius who entered. For one blinding moment, Harry thinks he is here to deliver the bad news – the wedding is off. Why else would he be here? The two of them have made their peace, but they weren't what anyone would call friendly. And shouldn't he be with Draco?

Lucius chuckles. "Pre-wedding nerves I see. Fear not, I am not here to be the bearer of bad news."

Harry lets out a sigh of relief then asks, "Then why are you here?"

"Because frankly Draco is driving me mad. He is convinced you are going to leave him or something is going to explode or a number of other things that will ruin today. Because, and I quote, 'That is just Potter's luck to ruin our wedding day'. So I left him to Narcissa instead."

He feels a smile tug at his lips, both because of the similarities of their thoughts and just how very Draco that is. It is then he notices Lucius is holding a box.

"Yes, an early wedding present if you will. I believe I mentioned how this relationship is not a surprise to me?"

Harry nods.

"Yes, well, as you can imagine, Draco wrote home quite a bit. And I saved all of his letters. Because Narcissa insisted naturally."

Harry wisely just nods, not believing him for a moment. Narcissa his arse. Lucius is just as sentimental, if not more so then his wife. He just hides it better.

"So I have made copies of every letter he mentioned you in, for your reading pleasure. I would assume after reading some that it would disperse any doubts or nerves you might have." He gives the box to Harry. He takes it, surprised by the weight.

"Only some?"

"I do not believe you have time to read them all, unless there is a delay. And it would have to be a rather long one as well. There are one thousand four hundred and seventy two of them."

Harry blinks. One thousand four hundred and seventy two?! Holy Merlin. He assumed from the way that Lucius spoke that there were quite a few of them. But he never expected that many.

Lucius nods. "As I said, this comes as no surprise. I believe the only thing that kept you apart this long was the war itself. Without it, I have no doubt this day would have come much sooner."

Harry looks at the box, feeling a bit overwhelmed. He supposes there is no need to worry after all. Except for his brand of luck interfering, that is.

"Mr Potter," Lucius says.

Harry looks at the man.

"While I personally do not approve of Draco's choice, I do believe you are the best one for my son. You make him happy. You will take care of him and you will treat him as the treasure that he is."

Harry lifts his head defiantly. "I already do."

"Good. Now that this is finished, I will go convey your reassurances to my son," he opens the door, "And Mr Potter?" he looks over his shoulder.

"Yes?"

"I believe some payment is due. I would like the memory of Draco's reaction when he realizes what I have given you. I am due some form of compensation for having to read all about you for so long. I do believe that will cover it. It isn't often I see my son so embarrassed."

Harry smirks, knowing just how far down that blush of Draco's goes. Not that he would share that with Lucius, but still. Good thought. "Yes Sir," he salutes cheekily.

Lucius snorts. "I will never understand what he sees in you."

Harry shrugs. "Not to worry, I wonder the same thing about you. I assume it has to do with some genetic trait I never experienced."

"Yes, we all can't be blessed with perfect genes. Tragic, but that is life. Good day Mr Potter," Lucius leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.

Harry laughs. Well then, that was interesting. Maybe one day he might even get Lucius to like him. In a resigned form of manner. Sassy Lucius is strangely rather fun. Who knew? He opens the box. Now for some light reading before he officially marries Draco.

His husband.

Merlin, he can't wait. He wonders how far down he can get that blush to go this time. And just how to repay Lucius while sassing him back at the same time. Oh the possibilities... But that can wait. Now lets see here, ah yes, year one. The very beginning. This should be good.

'Dear Father,

You will never believe who I met today. Remember that boy in the robe shop I told you about? Well, as it turns out, it was Harry Potter. He...'