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Trays of hor d'oeurves plates and flutes of champagne revolved around and twisted through the Malfoy Manors garden. Paper lanterns glowed as the evening grew dimmer, and a violin duet floated above the flood of guests all there to celebrate Harry and Draco's engagement.

Harry was standing off to the side of the commotion while Draco hunted them a waiter with champagne. The two had found it much easier to stand in one spot as every five minutes someone would come up to them to give well wishes. The brunette, as always, felt a bit stuffy in his dress robes, having never gotten over his partiality to muggle dress. He did look good, though, he half admitted. Hermione had helped pick out the cerulean thin fabric. Draco had even complimented him that the color really brought out his features, and Draco would know, Harry was sure, as the man looked rather dapper in his molten silver robes with black trim.

Harry watched the man's back appreciatively as he wound through the crowd, but his attention was diverted as Percy and a very pregnant Penelope stepped up to him. The three hugged, Harry being careful not to press on her swollen stomach.

"Merlin, Nel, you look fit to pop!" Harry exclaimed, and she rubbed her stomach with a grin. "How long before we get to see that beautiful girl?"

"About a month and a half," Percy answered, beaming.

"Right after your wedding," Penelope added with a quirked eyebrow. "Two celebrations back to back it would seem."

Harry laughed.

"Looks like you two better hurry up and settle on a name then."

"We have," Percy said proudly. "It's Alfreda."

"Freddie as a nickname," Penelope explained softly. "Molly nearly cried when we told her and Arthur."

Harry gave them both a warm smile.

"It's a great name. Her uncle would have been proud."

Everyone got a bit misty-eyed for a moment and hugged again to cover it up.

"Congratulations, Harry," Penelope said, holding him by the shoulders as they parted.

Percy led her away, calling out his own well wishes. Andromeda saddled up to him soon after.

"A lovely party," the woman cooed giving him a squeeze.

"Yes," Harry answered amused. "I would hope so since Mrs. Malfoy has been working day and night on it."

Andromeda chuckled, "Yes, Narcissa was always project-oriented as a girl."

They both stood and watched the people around chatting and enjoying themselves.

"So," Andromeda broke the silence. "Have you decided where you are going to have the wedding?"

Harry sighed and turned to the older witch, merriment in her wide soft eyes. He thought she looked very regal tonight, her usually loose light brown hair piled high in a bun.

"I'm afraid I don't know yet," he answered. "I read that the bride, or erm, in this case, the initiatee's family holds the engagement party on their property. The groom's family holds the wedding, and the only problem with that is that I don't have any blood family. I have Grimmauld Place, but it's not big enough. The Weasleys offered me the Burrow, but I really don't want them to go to all that trouble."

"The Weasleys love you, Harry!" she cried.

"I know, and I love them," Harry replied. "I just know Draco will be as keen on it as Molly."

Andromeda tried to cough to hide her snicker and gave Harry a sympathetic look.

"Well, then, guess there's only one other option left," she announced cryptically.

Harry's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. His expression questioned her.

"You'll just have to marry at Black Farm," she answered simply.

"I don't understand," Harry voiced his puzzlement. "Black Farm?"

She nodded and leaned in to speak more confidentially.

"You know that my family disowned me when I married Ted, but when my father was dying, he wrote me back into the will, though marginally, I assure you," she added when Harry looked at her in surprise. "I think he did so to provide me with my own property, in case I ever "came to my senses" and divorced Ted."

"You see, he split up the lands between the three daughters. Along with the fortune, Narcissa, his favorite, was left the Château de Noir and the attached vineyard in France. It was our summer home. Bellatrix—" and Harry could hear the disgust in the pronunciation,"—was left Henley Hall, where I grew up. The Ministry, of course, seized this property when she was imprisoned. No matter, it had fallen in irreparable decay and curses were set up everywhere."

"And you got a farm house?" Harry supplied the ending.

"Yes, in East Dorset. It's not nearly as grand as this," she continued, extending her hands to encompass the garden. "I haven't visited it in sometime, so it'll need work. But it's yours if you want it."

Harry's mouth hung open.

"Re-really?!" Harry spluttered. "That would be wonderful! Are you sure?"

The witch beamed at his reaction and the lines in her face softened.

"Your Teddy's godfather. You're family as far as I'm concerned. I'd be happy to help."

She found herself enveloped in a hug as Harry held her tight and said his many thanks.

"You're family to me, too," he whispered in her ear, emotion and gratitude overtaking him.

Draco had just wrapped his fingers around two glasses when a familiar freckled face came into his view.

"Good evening, Ginny," Draco drawled. "Pleasant to see you, as always."

The petite and bright eyed woman smirked at him.

"I'm stealing you away from your fiancé for a second," she told him, as people pressed against them as they walked by. Draco raised his eyebrow in classic Malfoy fashion.

"Oh? And why, pray tell, would you do that?"

She placed a hand delicately on his arm.

"I have a little business venture to propose," she whispered, and Draco looked at her in surprise as she led him over to where George was standing.

"I believe you know my associate," she purred as George stuck his hand out to Draco.

"Congratulations, blondie," the other Weasley said while winking at him.

"Thank you," Draco intoned while shaking his hand, ignoring the blonde comment. He turned to Ginny.

"Now, you were saying something about a proposal…" he trailed off.

George and Ginny exchanged impish grins. The brother rubbed his hands together.

"Too right," he began. "How'd you like to partner on the latest Weasley creation?"

Draco listened as George and Ginny took turns explaining Comb-a-Chameleon, an enchanted comb that dyed the user's hair different stripes of colors with every stroke. It was inspired by Teddy. George was a great hand at charms, but he wanted help with the dye aspect.

"We'd split the profits fifty-fifty," Ginny exclaimed. "And both our company's names would be included in the patent."

Draco let a smile pull up one corner of his mouth.

"Sounds promising, he said, and the Weasley duo looked pleased. "Owl me a formal proposal in the morning, and I'll send it to my accountant and business assistant."

George clapped him on the back, and Ginny gave him a hug. Draco bid them a good evening and returned to his long abandoned date.

The brunette took the flute offered him as Draco returned just as he saw Andromeda leaving.

"Took long enough," Harry teased, giving him a small peck on the cheek.

"My apologies," Draco said sincerely. "Your Weasleys detained me with business talk."

Harry asked him what the talk entailed, but before Draco could explain, a tall dark haired man with high cheekbones was greeting them.

"Pucey!" Draco called, and the two men embraced. The blonde turned to Harry and gestured to his friend.

"Harry, have you met Adrian Pucey, my good friend and business assistant?"

Adrian grasped hands enthusiastically with the famous quidditch player.

"Pleasure, pleasure," Adrian boomed. "Remember? We played each other in school."

Recognition dawned on Harry as the two men release hands.

"How could I forget a Slytherin who didn't cheat," Harry exclaimed, smiling now.

Adrian guffawed as Draco made an indignant sound.

"Hey, take care of my friend, Mr. Potter," Adrian said good-naturedly while taking a sip out of the full tumbler in his hand.

"I will do my best," Harry promised, putting an arm around Draco.

"Great party, Draco. Congrats, you two," Adrian replied. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to get back to my date… Oh wait, here he comes now."

All three men turned to see a stocky gentleman with cropped red hair making his way toward them.

"Charlie!" Harry gasped.

"Hello there, Harry," Charlie welcomed. "Sorry I'm late."

The brunette was beside himself. He turned to introduce the man to Draco.

"This is Ron's brother, Charlie Weasley, "Harry said, ignoring Draco's muttered, "Another one?"

"What are you doing here?"

"To wish you well on your pending nuptials, of course" Charlie replied, a hearty grin breaking across his overly freckled face. Adrian settled a hand on Charlie's back.

"We met at the ad shoot," the man explained. "He's the handler that brought the baby dragon for the set."

Harry remembered Draco pointing out his new ad poster to him in Diagon Alley the other day. Draco shook his hand, thanking him for his good work. They exchanged some stories to catch up, especially Charlie talking about Romania. Soon though Charlie and Adrian excused themselves so that they could make their rounds with the other Weasleys.

A stream of friends and acquaintances made their way all night to give congratulations. Harry's teammates broke out in shouted toasts at one point. Draco noticed Tommy was sans Terry. He also noticed two similar looking women heading toward the garden path together. He smiled inwardly as he watched his mother disappear with her sister, both having a long talk overdue.

Hours later, an exhausted Harry and Draco were in Draco's wing of the house. The house elves had moved the small collection of wedding presents to his sitting room. The men had asked that guests give donations to charities in the couple's name instead of actual gifts, but some close friends had still wanted to give something. After discussing the evening, the two discarded their robes and propped their feet on the twin ottomans. The two levitated the presents one at a time and took turns opening them. Draco went first.

He unwrapped the thick tissue paper to reveal a pot of soil with a card pushed into the top. He read it aloud.

"Rare hybrid striped puffapod seedlings. May your love always grow. Signed Neville," Draco finished, looking at the pot with interest. "Mother will be excited to put it in the garden."

Harry was next.

"From Blaise and Luna," Harry read and looked up. "Shame they had traffic problems with the Floo Network in Australia."

Draco nodded, and Harry pulled out a bottle of dirigible plum wine from the box.

"Luna's making," Draco laughed and took the bottle to look at further.

In the end, they had received a beautiful set of mermaid shell goblets from Ron and Hermione, a pair set of cufflinks depicting the house crests from Andromeda and Teddy, and, much to Harry and Draco's amusement, two pairs of boxers with Mr. and Mr. embroidered on the backs from George and Ginny, one Slytherin green and the other Gryffindor scarlet.

Looking at the clock on the wall and seeing the already late hour growing later, Harry sighed and moved to stand, facing Draco

"I should probably Floo home," he said softly as Draco stood up, as well. "I've got practice in the morning."

"Yes, I suppose you should," Draco replied, and both men stood there staring into each other's faces, not wanting to say goodnight.

Harry watched as Draco bit his lip, and he blinked hard as he realized those lips were coming closer. Their mouths met gently as their hands reached for each other. Draco tilted his head more to allow Harry better access, and the brunette soon felt a tongue prodding gently at his lips, asking for entrance. Draco ran his hands up Harry's shoulders, and Harry felt a hunger drop into the pit of his stomach. He kissed the blonde harder. After a moment Draco pulled back and breathed, "Bedroom?"

"Yeah," Harry answered, nodding his head, and they kissed again before Draco led him by the hand across the hall to his room.

Harry had only a moment to take in the silver draping around the bed and the jade chess set on the table before Draco's mouth was on his again. This time he kissed with much more ferocity, walking Harry backwards until the brunette's legs hit the bedside.

"Ho ho," Harry murmured against Draco's lips and pulled him to tumble down with him.

Their hands became as busy as their mouths as buttons became undone and shirts slid up. Harry pulled back to look at the man pinned by him and took in the white expanse of chest that had thick scars running across it.

A memory of a spell passing through Harry's lips in a bathroom during sixth year came to haunt him, and he stared into Draco's eyes before dropping his head to kiss every last inch of the scars, trying to press his apologies as deep into the man's skin as possible.

Finally Draco pulled his head up and pushed the dark fringe back.

"It's alright," Draco whispered, and he pressed himself to Harry's bared chest as they returned to kissing.