Demortia

Epilogue

Twenty years later ...

"You're as careful as your father ... and that's really not a compliment," Draco sighed as he arranged his son's dress.

Leander smiled nervously before sitting down on a chair with a heavy gesture.

- Leander, you're wrinkling your dress ... again! his father scolded him for the umpteenth time.

- Father ... It's good, we do not care about the state of my dress, I'm only married, I'm not going to a fashion show!

- Exactly, it's supposed to be the best day of all your life, you have to be the most beautiful.

Draco paused for a few seconds before giving a long sigh.

- Good ... What's up?

Leander jumped and looked at his father with surprise.

"Nothing," he mumbled, averting his eyes.

"Yes, nothing ..." Draco repeated in a whisper. Are you anxious?

- Just a little, it's normal, right?

The forced smile of the young man did not reach his eyes and he did not deceive his father. Still, Draco does not say anything. A small knock was heard at the door and Harry entered, a big smile on his face, which he let fall as soon as the door was closed.

- This frightful good woman is an old magpie! If I knew the cunt who wanted to invite him, I swear that ...

"It's you, Harry," Draco snapped with a smirk.

"Gnagnagna," grumbled the brunette. Oh ... it's sad in your room! What is going on ? Our bridegroom finally came to understand that getting married was the worst thing in the world?

Draco swung one of the small cushions on the couch next to him on her husband.

- Your son is just nervous, I think.

- How did you know that the other was the right one before the wedding? asked Leander.

- Well, Draco began, his gaze suddenly dreamy and relaxed, when your father told me for the first time that he loved me, I knew then that I could not get tired of hearing him tell me say. We decided to get married a year later. For me, it was obvious.

Leander mimed a grimace of disgust.

- No need to be so honeyed, Father. It is inadvisable to my sensitive ears!

Draco slapped him on the back of his head.

- And you, Daddy, when did you know?

"They say, when did you know it, Leandre," said Draco.

- Yeah ... Anyway. When? he repeated summarily.

- Oh ... like your father.

Harry looked away, suddenly extremely embarrassed. Draco shot him a piercing glance, he had known her husband since time.

- Harry, what does that mean exactly? he asked calmly.

- Well ... uh ... The main thing is that I finally understand that you were the right, no? So do not talk about these things for years! I think we are expected now and it would be stupid to arrive late, since we are the parents of the newlyweds ... finally the groom because, of course, Noémie is not our daughter ... We would know in the case opposite and there ...

- Harry Potter-Malfoy! What are you trying to shut me up? Draco cut in a slightly more threatening voice.

Harry sighed and glared at his son.