The Golden Apple [Drarry]

Chapter 7

"Do you, Harry James Potter, take Draco Lucius Malfoy as your wedded husband for eternity and be there for one another through everything?" Kingsley Shacklebolt, who acted as their marriage officiant, spoke.

Ron, who was Harry's groomsman beamed at him, proud that his best friend finally got to have the happiness he deserved, marrying the love of his life with his family in attendance. The ginger-haired male shot a look towards his family and girlfriend, hoping that one day they'll get to have a wedding too.

"I do," Harry looked at Draco with happy tears in his eyes. Draco reciprocated the look minus the tears, caressing his cheek tenderly.

"And do you, Draco Lucius Malfoy, take Harry James Potter as your wedded husband for eternity and be there for one another through everything?"

"I do."

"With this, the ritual has now ended and with the blessing of Lady Magic, you are now husband and husband. You may kiss the groom!" Kingsley said after closing the book, pointing his wand to their clasped hands and tied their marriage with a marriage spell.

Draco pulled Harry into a brain-melting kiss before they hugged each other with no small amount of happiness. Everyone that attended the wedding cheered for the newly wedded couple. "You two have come from such a long way," Blaise commented. Ron nodded as well, agreeing on the sentiment.

"That we do," Draco chuckled. "I love you and I will continue to love you, Harry Potter-Malfoy."

"And I love you just as much, Draco Potter-Malfoy."

Harry flashed him a bright lovely smile that never failed to make Draco's heart skipped a beat.

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"This place is beautiful! And huge! It's hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that I'm in a castle! This is like Beauty and the Beast! Absolutely brilliant!" Harry ran towards the balcony with a gasp, looking towards the lights of the city with childlike wonderment. "I can't believe I'm in France! France, Draco! I've never been anywhere outside of England before!"

"Oui, Monsieur Potter. You are in France. I'm glad you like it. Hopefully, you'll enjoy our honeymoon here," Draco chuckled in amusement, heart aching in a good way to see Harry so happy living in Malfoy Chateau in France. Harry turned to look at Draco in disbelief. "Like it? Are you kidding me? I absolutely love it!"

Draco smiled as he walked towards his husband and wrapped his arms around the smaller male's waist. "And I love you. I would do anything and everything to fulfil each and every one of your wish, my Love. I would do whatever it takes to keep you happy," he pulled the teary-eyed man into a loving kiss. "Let me take care of you. Let me fulfil your needs, Harry."

Moaning into the kiss, Harry pressed himself closer to his beloved, for once, taking everything that Draco could offer to him. "All I need is you, darling. Nothing else." He tilted his head to one side, breathing hard as he exposed his neck to Draco, who nibbled the skin until he was sure it would leave a hickey. "But I appreciate you wanting to keep me happy, my Love. And in return, I would do everything that I can to be your loving... wife."

"If you keep referring yourself as my wife, Harry, I would forever call you that. Imagine introducing yourself to someone as Harry Potter-Malfoy, wife of Draco Potter-Malfoy. That's so hot. I'd surely bust my nuts every time you say that," he groaned. Harry grinned seductively, pushing Draco towards the bed area while snogging the life out of him, knowing that he had Draco wrapped around his pinky, and crawled on top of him, wandlessly magicked their clothes away.