Walking On Glass ∆ Drarry AU

thirty-five ∆ happily ever after.

A month passed by in an instant.

Many things happened in that short amount of time, perhaps the most shocking of all being Draco allowing him and Astoria to sleep together. It was quite clinical, however, as he'd only agreed to do it so Astoria might have a child, and he an heir.

She'd announced her pregnancy much later into the month, and was congratulated greatly.

Also announced was Albus Dumbledore's school of magic and wizardry. He'd deemed the school Hogwarts, and had appointed Minerva McGonagall and Sybill Trelawney as head teachers.

He'd said there was to be a sorting ceremony at the beginning of spring. This would sort the students into groups, or houses, based on their strengths and likenesses.

Albus had named these houses after the four founders of the lands. Slytherin, after Salazar Slytherin, included those who had strong ambition and cunningness. Gryffindor, after Godrick Gryffindor, included those who were brave and chivalrous. Ravenclaw, after Rowena Ravenclaw, included those who were intelligent and witty. And, finally, Hufflepuff, after Helga Hufflepuff, included those who were loyal and patient.

Anyone could attend Hogwarts, so long as they had received a letter from Albus himself. Building of the school would begin later in the week.

Most important of all, however, was Harry and Draco's wedding, which was happening later that day.

Astoria was helping Harry get ready, while Narcissa was off in another room with Draco.

No dresses this time -- though, Draco had suggested it. Harry was wearing an intriguing crimson, three-piece suit. Ironically, it nearly resembled the one he wore to Draco and Astoria's wedding party. However, this one was a much darker color, and nearly completely red. He had no idea what Draco was wearing, but a part of him was assuming it would be green.

"We might be complementary," Harry laughed, as he pondered on that thought.

Astoria adjusted his tie, her face scrunched up as she tried to get it perfectly centered. "You might. Though, I think you two look nice together anyway." She brushed down his jacket. "Much better than Draco and I ever looked."

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Harry suddenly thought to ask. He'd never considered Astoria's feelings until now, he just assumed she'd be alright with it.

Astoria sighed. "Of course I am. Had I hoped your relationship might fall to pieces? Yes..." She shook her head. "But, clearly I was wrong about you two. And I was wrong to hope that you might suffer so that I may have a normal marriage."

"Um, that doesn't sound like you're okay with us getting married," Harry pointed out.

"No, I am. Trust me, I'm over it. I've accepted that Draco is gay." She laughed. "That night we spent together solidified what I basically already knew."

"Oh, that's nice."

At that, Astoria spun him around so he could face the mirror.

"You look wonderful!" she exclaimed, quietly clapping her hands together.

"Ah, I love it! I'm so glad I got this special ordered; that tailor sure is something," Harry gushed.

"I heard he's magic," Astoria said. "And a gardner."

"Wait, I think I've met him before. Isn't his name Neville?"

"Yes. But enough about him; today is about you and Draco." She gave him one final once-over, before saying, "C'mon, the ceremony's about to start!"

Running through the halls of the castle to his and Draco's wedding was surreal, but what was even more surreal was the sight when Harry arrived.

The first thing he noticed was how there wasn't a cloud in the sky, which allowed the sun to freely shine down upon the scene, illuminating the guests.