Sex Magic Continued

Chapter 33

"Are you nervous?"

"A little... but who isn't on their wedding day?"

"You have nothing to worry about, everything is going to be fine. We've gone over everything a thousand time, everything is going to turn out perfectly."

"Merlin help me, it better be."

"He's a lucky guy, y'know, getting married to you."

"I tell him that every day."

"And you're a lucky girl, Lav. Neville's a good guy."

The bride-to-be smiled at her best friend through the mirror as she helped her get into her dress. "Thanks Parvati. He really is, isn't he?"

"Even if it took me a while to see that," her best friend admitted with a laugh and a sheepish smile.

"I'm just glad you see it now.  It's probably bad luck or something for a maid of honor not to like the groom."

While the bride was getting ready, the guests were getting seated and chatting lightheartedly.  Hermione was in the middle of telling Harry and Draco about her studies in Greece.  It had now been three years since the war, and after another huge row over the summer between Ron and Hermione, they had come to a compromise.  Hermione wanted to go to a wizarding university, and Ron didn't want her to leave. So, they decided to move in together once in Greece. That way Hermione got to study, and Ron didn't have to be far away from her.

Though she had just graduated a year early, they still decided to live there, at least for now.

Draco and Harry both sat listening politely, nodding when appropriate, but neither fully listening and understanding as she rambled on about all her classes and professors and workload.

After the war, when they had made themselves public, Harry and Draco had tried to start slow. They attempted to start their relationship like any other couple who hadn't been shagging for a whole year before they were even friends.  They tried to go on little casual dates, going to quidditch matches with friends, innocent kisses on foreheads and noses in public , lips in private and nothing else. 

That lasted nine days.

Though of course they've still gone on hundreds of dates and dozens of quidditch matches over the three years they had been together, and still had plenty of cute, fluffy cuddle sessions, the night always ended in shagging.

Sometimes slow and passionate, sometimes rough and loud. Sometimes in the mornings and afternoons as well.  A day couldn't go by without pinning the other down with a smirk, not having to say a word in order for the other to know what they wanted, and they loved it that way.

They loved their little flat and the lazy mornings, the sound of their kettle boiling when the one who woke up first made breakfast. The rainy days they would use as an excuse to make a fort and cuddle all day long. Their drawer filled only with Christmas sweaters from Mrs. Weasley they never wore past Christmas day. The laughter that would fill the room after one of them made a terrible pun, the dinner comprised of takeaway and wine, and the cork board in their bedroom full of tacked on memories. The stacks of letters from Hermione in a box under their bed they never got to writing back to.  

They loved the Christmas tree that would finally get taken down in February, just because the other got tired of looking at it and the sound of their cat purring as they scratched it behind the ears as they cuddled. The random calls from Dudley asking how they were doing. The bath already drawn after a long day at work, and waking up with the other being the first thing they saw.  But most of all they loved each other, and that was all they would ever need.

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short chapter, oops.