And the Epilogue as promised :) Thank you all for being part of this story. You've made it so special. I hate to see it end :(

But hey, there's always more stories. I'll do my best to write something just as mad and entertaining and see all you lovely folks again.

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Epilogue: Four Years Later…

"Damn it!" Draco snarled, throwing cushions around in his panic. The object of his immediate attention still eluded him and he could have screamed. Except that would have been a waste of time and he didn't have any to spare!

"Where is it?" he snarled, descending on the bookshelf next. Off with Moste Potente Potions. To hell with Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Bean Guide: The Ultimate Collection. And the Taming of the Shrew could… well, maybe not that one. He was rather fond of it.

"Trouble, love?" Harry asked, poking his head in the door.

"My wedding ring!" Draco bit out, still agitated beyond belief. "I can't find it anywhere!"

"Calm down," Harry chided gently.

"Do not tell me to calm down, Potter!" Draco snapped. "If you want to make yourself useful, help me look! It has to be here somewhere! I…"

"Oh, do shut up," Harry muttered, pulling him back and slipping his mouth over Draco's. It was a tried and tested method and it had never failed him yet. Sure enough, Draco sighed and stopped decimating their living room. "Now," Harry said, breaking away from him. "Where did you see it last?"

"See what?" Draco blinked, still somewhat dazed. "Oh, the ring. On my finger obviously! You know I never take it off."

"Considering it took me three years to put it on, I should hope so," Harry grumbled. "Come on, I'll help you look."

Twenty minutes later, Draco was close to hysterics and the ring was nowhere to be found. And they were really late for the wedding. Harry lost patience and cast an Accio, wondering why he hadn't thought about it in the first place. A sliver of gold whizzed past him and ever the Seeker, he snatched it up. At least, working with kids kept him sharp as a tack.

"Oh thank Merlin," Draco gasped in relief, slipping it on. "Where was it? And why is it…"

Harry grinned, mischief glinting in his eyes. "In the lube jar," he chuckled. His husband flushed in abject mortification and attempted to bury himself in the couch cushions. Harry hauled him up, indulging himself with a snog in the process.

"None of that," he admonished. "We're really late. And I don't fancy facing an angry bride."

"Another Slytherin-Gryffindor wedding," Draco smirked. "We've started a dangerous precedent." He wrapped his arms around Harry and kissed along his jawline, placing little licks and nips along the way.

"Come on," Harry groaned, dredging up the remains of his self-control. "We're really going to be late."

"Five more minutes," Draco insisted, continuing his tantalising ministrations.

"Suit yourself," Harry replied, hissing as Draco nipped at his ear. "You're the one who has to walk her down the aisle."

Draco's eyes widened in unmistakable fear for his life. "Fuck!" he bellowed, bolting for the Floo. Harry snickered and sauntered off leisurely behind him.

They bolted in to the chapel with seconds to spare, immediately finding themselves face to face with a furious redhead. Harry gulped and Draco took a step back.

"Where were you?" Ginny hissed, looking absolutely livid. Her pale gown accentuated her fiery hair, not to mention the deadly flash of her eyes. "Blaise is drowning himself at the bar and I warn you I am not dragging his semi-conscious arse through the Floo again! I happen to be avery small woman!"

"You look beautiful," Draco said, kissing her cheek in an attempt to placate her. "Blaise is one lucky bastard."

"Yeah well, tell him if he doesn't hurry up and propose that's going to change," Ginny groused. "Four years, goddamn it! What's he waiting for? Merlin's Second Coming?"

"He's working on it," Harry assured her.

"He better be!" she snapped. "For the love of Morgana, everyone is married except me! Which reminds me - Draco, the bride is looking for you. Hurry up and get this party started so I can catch that bloody bouquet!"

They watched her stomp off with stifled grins. "So much for nobody's going to take me down without a fight," Harry quipped.

"I hope she doesn't kill him before he picks out the ring," Draco smirked. He straightened out his robes and grinned at Harry. "See you in a bit?"

"I'll go check on the groom," Harry nodded. "Apparently Blaise is doing a bang up job as Best Man. They could probably use my stand in services."

"I'll see you at the altar," Draco nodded.

"Just like old times," Harry winked. Draco watched him leave with a fond smile, and then took off in search of the bride. He found her having a mini breakdown in her dressing room.

"There you are!" she declared, in that exasperated lilt he loved so much. "Honestly Dragon, its past three!"

"I'm here now, Aunt Andromeda," Draco smiled reassuringly. "Everything is under control."

"Oh I hope so," she fretted, patting down her beautiful beige robes. Her hair was done up in an elegant bun, highlighting her regal features. She looked sophisticated and noble and just beautiful. Draco's heart clenched. If he tried really hard, he could see his mother in her.

"What is it?" Andromeda asked.

"You just… you look so much like…" he looked away embarrassed.

Andromeda looked stricken. "Oh Dragon," she cried, pulling him closer. Draco melted into her warm, feminine embrace. "I'm so sorry," she murmured. "I can't imagine how difficult this must be for you. Please don't think ill of me. I could never even dream of taking your mother's place. She was my baby sister and I loved her dearly. It's just…"

"Hush," Draco cut in softly, cupping her face in his larger hands. "It's not that at all. I'm just so thankful to you for being here with us. It's like a part of her is still here. I miss her terribly, but you're here and so is Father. And you will always have my best wishes. You make him so happy and I want that for you."

"I love you, Dragon," she whispered, kissing his forehead. "You're the son I never had. And I am so proud of the man you've become."

"You helped," Draco smiled. He gave her a quick peck before offering his arm. "Shall we? Father is probably going spare."

She laughed. "You left Harry in charge, I hope? Last I heard, Lucius was hollering for him up and down the halls."

"He'll survive," Draco grinned. "Ready?"

"Terrified," Andromeda confirmed, with a breathy whisper.

"Don't be. It's easy," Draco replied. "Now come on. Let's get you married."

"They look happy, don't they?" Draco smiled, resting against Harry's chest as they twirled on the dance floor. He felt his husband's chin lift from his head to get a good look at the happy couple.

"Andromeda looks happy," he announced. "Lucius looks…well, he's not dead, I suppose."

"That's how he always looks," Draco retorted. "Trust me he's doing an Irish jig on the inside."

Harry snorted. "There's an image that will stay with me," he snickered. Draco swatted his arm out of habit and Harry responded with a gentle squeeze. Draco smiled and tilted his head up, angling for a kiss. Harry was never one to refuse such a pretty offer. He bent his head to trace Draco's lips with his. This …was perfect.

"I am through with you, Blaise Zabini! Through! To think I gave up smoking for you!"

Harry sighed and Draco thunked against his chest before reluctantly disentangling himself. "Let's go," he said, tugging Harry's hand. "I don't think she believes it now, but she'll want all of Blaise's body parts intact in the morning."

The shouting got louder as they made their way to the gardens. Ginny was a tiny inferno, glaring down at her boyfriend. Said boyfriend was currently sprawled on his back, wearing a flower arrangement. "Come on, Red, "he whined. "Help a fellow up."

"Help yourself up!" she hissed lividly. "I am going home. And if you darken my doorway again I'll stick that precious broomstick of yours right up your…"

Harry cleared his throat meaningfully. "What?" Ginny snapped.

"Just thought we'd check in, see if everything's okay," Draco ventured.

Ginny emitted a rather hysterical laugh. "Actually Draco, no. Everything is not okay. I am tired, my boyfriend has commitment issues and I just want a damn cigarette! Is that too much to ask? One c-cigarette?"

Draco sighed and opened his arms, allowing the sniffling girl to curl up against him. He pet her hair gently, as Harry helped Blaise up. "What's she so upset about?" Blaise demanded, staring at Ginny.

"Mate, it's time to go home," Harry advised. "I'll take you back to your old flat, yeah?"

"I live with Ginny," Blaise informed him.

"You do not!" she sniffed, hiding in Draco's shoulder.

Blaise stared at her for a second and brushed his robes off. He looked steadier than before. Apparently, Ginny's breakdown had touched a rather sober chord inside him. "Give her to me," he ordered Draco.

"Blaise, I really don't think…"

"Draco. Hand her over. Now."

Reluctantly, the blond let her go to Blaise. Ginny bawled against his chest and the Italian wrapped his arms around her, stroking her hair and murmuring gently in her ear. "My firefly," he whispered. "I'm so sorry."

"I hate you," she sobbed. "You're a complete b-bastard. And you always get the wrong olive oil and I just hate you!"

"Shh," Blaise chided gently. "I'm sorry, cara. I've been an arse, I know. Please forgive me."

Ginny sniffed and nodded reluctantly. "Take me home," she ordered.

"In a minute," Blaise replied. "There's something I want to give you first."

"I swear if it's a hickey I'm going to…"

He chuckled and brushed her cheek with his thumb. "It's a little more than that," he grinned, fumbling around in his robes. "Stupid thing is stuck," he grunted, tugging harder. Ginny rolled her eyes, and wiped away a smudge of mascara from her nose. Blaise finally excavated whatever it was he was looking for and held it up in triumph. "Got it," he announced, flipping the box open.

Ginny's jaw dropped. Harry exchanged a delighted grin with Draco.

"It was my grandmother's," Blaise explained, picking the ornate ring up delicately. "The truth is that I wanted to give it to you the second I laid eyes on you. But this is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I never knew true happiness until I met you Ginny, and every second without you feels like a waste of time. It's a scary thing to love someone so much. And it scared me for a long time. I kept telling myself it wasn't the right time or the right place. But every moment with you is right and I don't want to lose that. Ever. I know I'm not half the man you deserve but I love you with all my heart, Firefly and I'm hoping that will be enough. And if you'll have me, I'll spend the rest of my life trying to be worthy of you. So I guess what I'm saying is… Ginny, will you marry me?"

There was a second of earth crushing silence around them. And then Ginny sobbed and barrelled straight into Blaise's open arms. He stumbled and righted himself as she plastered herself against him. "This is a yes, right?" he asked his friends doubtfully.

"Absolutely" Harry smirked. "Exactly the way Draco reacted when I proposed."

"Potter!" Draco snapped, shoving him playfully. "I didn't cry that much. For Merlin's sake, she's wailing!"

"Shut it Draco," Ginny mumbled, still wrapped up in her fiancé. She looked up at Blaise and pressed a kiss to his chin. "I love you."

"And I love you," Blaise replied. "Now about that hickey…"

Ginny laughed. "I saw a coat closet in the hall. Race you there?"

"No scandalising the elderly!" Draco called after them. "We just got them married, we don't need twin heart attacks!"

Harry laughed and pulled him against him. "Let them go," he grinned. "Courting is half the fun of it."

"Oh?" Draco smirked. "And what's the other half?"

Harry traced Draco's jaw with his fingers. "Everything I've ever wanted," he replied quietly.

Draco smiled and pulled him into a kiss. "Ditch the party and shag at home?" he asked, when Harry finally let him pull away.

"Race you there," Harry smirked.

He grinned as his husband sprinted off in search of the nearest Floo. And then he did what he had always done best. He chased after Draco, and caught him.


And it ends *bursts into tears*

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