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It had been over three years since Harry had come out of the closet.
Three years with Draco; three years raising an adopted Seth; three years running a charity; three years of records and relentless Celestina Warbeck fans; three years of ignorant bigots asking him questions about his sex life.
Two years since Hermione and Terry were married; two years since Kara and Tanner were adopted by said couple and started going to Hogwarts; two years since Sylvia was adopted by Pansy and Luna; two years since Pansy and Hermione's anti-discrimation law was passed; two years since Draco was able to found his own wizarding primary school (not that he taught at it; other people were paid to do that).
One year after Draco finished therapy at St. Mungo's; one year after Harry had been permitted to start working part-time as an Auror; one year after Farhedge Manzyme proposed to Mrs. Malfoy; one year after the Ministry began going through the process of setting up legal procedures for same-sex marriage.
After all that, it was Seth's seventh birthday, and they were celebrating at home. They had bought a good-sized house out in the country not long after adopting Seth, because it was closer to the orphanage. They also decided that Draco's flat was too small, and both the Malfoy and Black estates were too depressing for raising a child.
Along with most of Seth's friends from both school and the orphanage, Harry and Draco had invited their own friends over to celebrate.
The children were all trying to fly their own brooms above the small crowd of adults mingling below.
Hermione was chatting with Luna about their respective daughters and keeping up with work while relaxing under the shade of a tree, while Pansy was arguing with Cassius and Terry over the projected value of stock in journalism. Andromeda was eagerly discussing the positive progress of the same sex-marriage bill with a smug-looking Narcissa and a confused Manzyme. Ginny and Blaise were busy competing against George to see who could transfigure the most articles of clothing without anyone noticing. Ron was the oblivious victim, the back of his shirt turned maroon and lacey by George, and calmly reading a copy of The Prophet and occasionally looking up to share commentary with Michaels. Rita Skeeter was not in the bushes, but rather in the open with complete permission to photograph Draco and Harry as they attempted to wrangle the children to pose for proper photographs.
Everything was as it should have been, and it was nothing like Draco and Harry would have expected over three years before.
Ron looked up from his paper and cast a sonorous charm on himself. "Celestina Warbeck's finally jumped on the bandwagon!" He called. "She hung a rainbow flag at her last concert and dedicated her last song to the Malfoy/Potter couple." He added the last bit with a snicker, and everyone wondered if Warbeck realized how much Draco would not appreciate the gesture.
There was a divided cheer and boo from the group, Draco doing his best to lead the boo. Rita was probably only booing because she was disappointed she hadn't been the one to write that arcticle.
Cassius paused his debate with Pansy. "While we're announcing things," he shouted, "Witch Weekly dubbed me the top most influential man--not just trans man!--in Wizarding Britain!"
There was a collective cheer, and Terry did not hesitate to remind him that Cassius now owned Witch Weekly, so it wasn't really fair judgment. That led Pansy to continue ranting to him about capitalism and stock values.
Meanwhile, Harry finally caught Seth after five minutes of chasing him down on the ground, despite his new speed and strength from helping with the aurors. Draco laughed freely, and watched them with the contentment of a recovered man. He hadn't had a panic attack in eight months, and he could finally easily eat more colored, textured things. But he still hated coffee.
Teddy rushed over last minute to be in the picture, changing his hair color three times before the photo was done, just to be a show-off. Andromeda saw him and called him over. She was long since over her unfair dislike towards Harry and Draco, and had even begun working for their charity, which they had finally dubbed the Foundation for LGBT Witches, Wizards, and Everything In Between. Harry still called it the Rainbow View, though.
Once the picture was taken, Seth re-mussed his hair in a most Harry-like fashion and ran off to chase down Ebele and have a go at flying on the broom.
"He's taking after you, Potter," Draco snapped. "He thinks it's perfectly fine to run about with the hair of a neanderthal." He scoffed.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh, and who's to blame for that smirk of his? Who taught him how to trick people into losing their own arguments? And the fact that he's already started asking for Slytherin colored sweaters?" Harry demanded accusingly, knowing with almost complete certainty that his son--their son--would be in Slytherin.
"They're nice colors," Draco pouted. Harry snickered as someone cast a spell that turned his trousers gold and his shirt crimson the second he said it, however.
"Weasley!" Draco cried, spinning around pointing his wand to hex the offender.
"That was me, mate!" Blaise yapped, as his own robes clothes were turned to Hufflepuff colors by Ginny.
"Maybe yours should be Hufflepuff, too," Harry speculated.
Draco shot him a glare, and then turned red as his mother's gaze fell upon him with an inquisitive eye. She rolled her eyes and flicked her wand at him, turning him back to normal.
"I think it's time we start dismissing our guests," Draco grumbled.
"What? Why?" Harry demanded. "We've just finished everything on your schedule. Can't we let everyone have a moment to relax?"
"I scheduled it for a reason, Harry," Draco sighed. "Like fish, guests begin to stink after five hours." He huffed.
"It's three days, Draco," Harry corrected him.
Draco's eyes widened. "Gods, no. Harry, we have to get them out now, before they decide to stay forever!" He exclaimed, gripping Harry's shoulder and staring at him like a madman.
"Stop being so dramatic," Harry muttered, leaning in to give him a quick kiss that Rita's camera did not miss. "You haven't even talked to Hermione or Michaels about the newest Ministry drama."
"Spare me, dearest," Draco muttered dryly. "I could care less about what Elder Rosaline has to say about 'radical liberals and their buzz topics' again." He groaned loudly and took a long bearing glance back at the crowd.
Harry raised an eyebrow, slinking an arm around his waist and leading him back to the group and the white tables. "But isn't that what you asked for when you chose to be a reporter?" He inquired with a slight smirk.
"Shut it, Potter. Pennom's taking a month long break after the disaster of the werewolf article," Draco grumbled, pulling his partner closer.
"There was a reason Michaels asked for me and not you," Harry said in a singsong voice.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Wait. Before you make me go back." He stopped abruptly and began dragging Harry in the opposite direction, towards another tree at the far end. "I thought we might have a private moment."
Harry went along with it, sitting next to him on the grass under the shade of the tree. The sun was half hidden behind a billowing cloud that was sure to promise rain in the next hour, and he almost commented on it until he realized that Draco had more serious things in mind than just the weather.
Draco waited a few minutes in silence, simply holding Harry's hand and breathing in the moist air as they watched their adopted son play with his friends. When he spoke, he drew a deep breath and looked as though he planned on savoring the moment forever.
"If you would have told me where I'd be right now before I ran into you at that furniture shop, I probably would have hexed you blind," he confessed with a wry chuckle.
"I would have, too," Harry agreed with him, resting his head on his shoulder.
"But, this is what I've always wanted," Draco admitted quietly, drawing circles on Harry's hand with a thumb.
"A family and a claim to fame?" Harry teased him.
"You know me too well," Draco chuckled, apparently no longer in the mood to protest any joshing around. He pulled a piece of paper out of his shirt pocket. It was discolored now, and the folds in it wore deep, but Harry would have recognized it anywhere. It was the first picture of them together, walking arm and arm to Hogwarts.
"That's what I've always wanted, Harry," Draco told him. "Someone to share my life with. Someone to pull me through when I'm on the verge of collapse. And you've more than done that for me."
Harry smiled warmly at him, taking his own copy of the picture out of his pocket. "Me, too, Draco." He sighed. "And, you make me feel like I'm normal. You bring the best out of me."
Draco pressed a kiss to his cheek. "And you, I. At least for the latter part. I think I'm quite extraordinary," he teased, and Harry sat up to take a kiss on the lips this time. It was soft and sweet, and not unlike the first one they had ever shared, only they knew each other much better now.
Draco continuted to say, "And, I know--"
"Has he asked yet?" Blaise interrupted him with a shout, probably use a Sonorous.
Draco gave Harry a painstaking look and cast his own Sonorous. "Shut up, Zabini," he shouted. "I'm getting there!"
Harry watched him curiously, honestly not knowing what he was going to ask. Was there some question they hadn't gone over? Some doubt still in Draco's mind over their relationship?
"Sorry if that spoiled it," Draco grumbled, taking a moment to apologize with another kiss. "Anyway," he continued, "I know it's not technically legal yet, but I got us these--"
"How about now?" George asked, waving his wand in the air.
"Fuck off, Weasley!" Draco growled, without a single scrap of consideration for the delicate ears of the children.
"What?" Harry asked, still confused.
Draco grinned, probably at his obliviousness, and pulled out a platinum and a gold band. "I thought I might ask you to marry me. Or, wait to marry me." He smiled hesitantly and watched Harry with an expectant gaze.
"Are you done yet?" Ginny cried out, interruptinf once more.
"This isn't even any of your business!" Draco screeched at them, then composing himself to look at Harry. "Er, so.... What do you say?" He inquired more calmly.
Harry grinned widely, and pulled his partner into another kiss, deeper this time. "Is that even a question?" He snickered after pulling away. Draco smirked and slid the gold ring onto his finger for him, while he did the same with the platinum for Draco.
"Did he say yes?" Seth called. The group must have put him under a Sonorous and under the hope they wouldn't get mad at their own son.
"Yes!" Both of them responded at once, only slightly annoyed.
There was a loud cheer, and George, Ginny, and Blaise all released firecrackers into the air in celebration.
Draco moaned in despair. "This is why I wanted them all to leave."
The fireworks spelled out Look Now and Remember!
And Harry couldn't even fathom a good reason why, besides the fact that Draco had grown sick of the term over the years.
Then, the next bout of fireworks gave off a pretty realistic image of the many-times-folded newspaper clipping of them together they were both holding, and so they decided that maybe it wasn't all that bad.
~fin~