Lucius Malfoy Is My Husband

Chapter 1

"I need to talk to you guys," Harry said, looking at Ron and Hermione. The rest of the Weasley clan, all seated around the dinner table except for Molly, glanced at each other.

"Do you want us to leave you alone, dear?" Molly Weasley asked. For Harry to come at all to a Weasley gathering was rare enough these past few months, but now the young man wanted to make some sort of announcement. This certainly was new. The Weasleys (now including Hermione for the past six months) had hardly seen him since the war ended, except for on special occasions. Harry cleared his throat.

"No, that's ok. You may as well all know. I should have told you a long time ago, but it's only recently that the war has really gotten out of everyone's system properly. I guess I thought it would be easier if it wasn't too… fresh, but now it's way overdue…" The redheads, along with Hermione, were on the edge of their seats and everybody waited for him to continue. Harry took a deep breath. "Well, the first thing you should know is that I'm gay." Silence greeted this statement. After a few moments Molly spoke up in her motherly manner.

"That's fine dear."

"Yeah, I know it's no big deal in the wizarding world, but I thought you should know, since it's kind of important…" Harry trailed off again as he saw Hermione had turned slightly green. No one seemed to have noticed except him so he ignored it and looked at the others. "And the other thing I wanted to tell you is… well, it's like this… I- I'm… eh." Harry hadn't planned on telling everybody his secret at the same time, but it couldn't be helped now.

"You're married?" Ron helped suddenly and everybody gasped, including Harry.

"You knew? How long?"

"I saw you after an Order meeting."

"Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell anybody else?" Ron shrugged, but Harry could tell his friend was uncomfortable.

"It wasn't for me to tell, and I figured you'd tell me yourself when you were ready. You always do."

"Wait! An Order meeting?!" Molly exclaimed. "You've been married since before the war ended and you didn't tell anyone!?" Harry didn't even glance at her; he was too focused on Ron. The fact that he knew and hadn't bitten Harry's head off yet was amazing.

"How much- I mean, what do you…"

"I saw him do this," Ron said as he came forward and took Harry's hand in his. Harry was far too dazed to stop Ron as he pointed his wand to Harry's finger. A second later and a beautiful silver ring appeared. On it was a crest and a large "M" engraved on it. Another collective gasped was heard.

"I saw he had one as well," Ron stated, not letting go of Harry's hand.

"Yeah, but with a P," came Harry's rather breathless reply.

"Really?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Wait a second!" Hermione yelled suddenly. "You're married to Draco Malfoy? The git of the century!" She was glaring daggers at Harry by now.

"Eh, no, not as such, no." There was a short silence. Then Hermione started yelling again.

"Then who… Oh, Merlin! Lucius?! You're married to Lucius Malfoy!? Ronald, why didn't you tell me? You knew all this time!"

"It wasn't for me to tell!" Ron retorted, letting go of Harry's hand, but his glare wasn't nearly as forceful as Hermione's. "Besides he switched sides-"

"He switched sides to save his own skin!"

"You don't know the whole story!" Harry found his voice, and it was angry. "If you'd just let me explain!"