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Happily Ever After

"I told you once, I'll tell you a thousand times, do not bring the wedding cake into this."

"Draco, I am begging you. We cannot have carrot cake. It's disgusting. There are kids coming. We can have more than one flavour, but we are not having the whole thing carrot."

"Potter, I have heard you begging and that most certainly isn't it. And no, I will not compromise. Not if you're insisting on including some chocolate monstrosity in this."

"I'm sure we weren't this bad with our one," Ron comments, watching his friends bickering.

"Don't worry. Molly's making the cake, so I'm sure we can convince Draco he's getting what he wants." Hermione says, flicking through her file. She has everything in this file. The menu - every version they have gone through - the colour scheme, the finances. Hermione is nothing if not efficient.

"Draco, I compromised with you on the colours. No red, see!" He waves an arm around them, where the white tent and tablecloths are accented with green and gold. "Please, compromise on the cake. You can still have carrot cake. Let there be something else."

"I will not let the beauty of carrot cake touch chocolate. It's too much."

"Can I make a suggestion?" Teddy asks, startling everyone. They'd forgotten they were looking after him while Andromeda was dress shopping with Narcissa.

"Go for it, Blue," Ron calls, grateful for the one person both boys would listen to.

"Why not have more than two flavours? You have four tiers, so have four flavours. The chocolate and carrot don't have to touch, you can vanilla or lemon in between. Plus, I really like lemon cake."

The boys looked at each other. Harry, with his hair tied in a messy bun, jeans fraying at the hems and jumper hanging off one shoulder. Draco, with a crisp white shirt, pressed trousers and a fresh, short haircut.

"I can work with that." Harry offers. 

"Molly better make that lime curd-"

"She knows you love the lime curd. I'm sure the damn thing will be covered in the stuff."

***

On the wedding day, the largest of the four tiers was the lemon cake, with sour lime curd and vanilla buttercream between the three rounds. The top tier, reserved exclusively for adults, seemed to contain half a bottle of fire whiskey.

At the end of the night, everyone exhausted from dancing and just drunk enough for memories to be fuzzy around the edges, Harry was able to say one thing with clarity.

He was looking forward to waking up for the first time as Mr Harry Potter-Malfoy.

It's happened! The whole thing is finished!

Thank you for all your support, despite my inability to write for long periods of time.

Looking ahead, I might be writing another Drarry fanfic, but that won't be until the new year since I've got a new novel I want to write between now and 2020.

Feel free to go check out my Drarry one shot book, as well as the one shot story A Very Potter One Shot I have up.