"My childhood house." Draco explained shortly.

"It's huge." Hermione noted. "Your family own a house this big in London?"

"My family is very wealthy and we own property in many other countries. This is one of the more modest houses."

"Draco, when can we leave?" Pansy whined, slipping yet another wine glass off of one of the platters.

"You can leave whenever you want. My parents are hosting this graduation party for all of us, but you are by no means expected to stay. Harry and I, however..."

"What?" Harry asked, turning around as he heard his name.

"Nothing, back to your conversation, Potter." Harry rolled his eyes but turned back to Daphne and her parents.

"Why do you call him Potter sometimes?" Sirius asked.

"I always have; it's just how I communicate with him." Draco defended himself.

The scene shifted yet again to Draco and Harry's flat.

"Scorpius is asleep." Harry said, joining Draco on the couch. "Finally."

Draco immediately put his feet in Harry's lap, laying down with the book he was reading now being held above his face. "Good."

Harry gazed at Draco, true love in his eyes. "I'm so proud of you, Draco." Harry said.

Draco raised an eyebrow, bending his neck to get a look at Harry. "Stop looking at me like I'm a piece of meat."

Harry laughed. "Sorry, babe. That look won't ever go away. You're too cute."

"I am not cute."

"You are."

"I am not. I am nothing but a human of mere perfection. My chiseled jaw, my perfect hair-," He had to push that obnoxious piece of hair out of his eyes as he said that, "-My perfectly shaped nose, my perfect body."

"You're preaching to the choir, Draco." Harry laughed, rubbing his hand along Draco's calf, causing Draco to nearly purr.

"You're just flattering me to get into my pants."

"I would never." Harry feigned a gasp, drawing a hand to his chest in mock shock.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Let me finish this chapter."

Harry nodded, continuing to gaze at Draco. "Draco, can I ask you a question?"

Draco hummed, letting Harry know he was listening.

"Will you marry me?"

The book suddenly dropped on Draco's face, causing Harry to laugh and Draco to scowl. "What?"

"Will you marry me?"

"Fuck." You could see Harry's heart drop.

"Oh." He said.

"Oh, Harry no! No no, no! Of course I'll marry you, you twit! I was cussing because Pansy had a bet on where you would propose. I had all my money on the green at Oxford, where we met. You ruddy, unromantic, bastard."

Harry laughed. "Who won?"

"Pansy."

"She helped pick out the ring."

"God, I hate you." Draco said, sitting up and grabbing Harry's face between his hands. "And I love you, more than anything. Of course I'll marry you." The two shared a kiss. "You didn't get me a diamond engagement ring, did you? I will not walk around with a giant rock on my finger."

Harry laughed. "Of course not. It's just a band."

"Of the finest metal?"

"It's cobalt, Draco. I am well aware that you wouldn't accept anything less. Now shut up, I'll show you the ring another time. Kiss me."

Draco, ever the people pleaser, leaned forward and caught Harry's mouth against his own. The two shared a long, heavy kiss before Harry finally broke the two apart, much to Draco's displeasure.

"You done with the chapter yet?" Harry asked breathlessly.

"What chapter?" Draco smirked, grabbing Harry's hand and leading him to their bedroom.

The scene was shifting, and it found Harry himself in a set of Graduation robes, undressing in their flat as Draco watched.

"Congrats." Draco said, eyes moving all along Harry's body.

"Stop looking at me like that. We don't have time, Draco." Harry said sternly.

"I can be quick."

"Shut up, and hand me my shoes would you?"

The party that Narcissa had planned for Harry was casual attire, due to the demands of Harry who hated dress clothes. Draco, of course, was dressed impeccably, even his casual clothes being of the finest material while Harry's choice of casual was denims and a t-shirt, which he wasn't even allowed to wear, Draco insisting he wear at least a polo. He picked it out, and it was an elegant green color. Draco had also provided a silver belt and grey shoes that looked almost silver.

"I hate green." Harry pouted, adjusting the itchy shirt.

"Why? It looks great on you. It makes your eyes pop."

Ron, Sirius, and James were hysterically laughing. "What?" Draco asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes but began to explain. "At Hogwarts, there are four houses, and each house has house colors. The house we were in, Gryffindor, is colored scarlet and gold. Our biggest rivalry has the colors of green and silver. Harry almost got sorted into Slytherin as well."

"Harry always tries to wear scarlet and gold, and it is an awful color on him."

"You look dashing, let's go."

When the men arrived to the party, Scorpius immediately demanded to be let down, rushing to his grandma who provided him with three cookies and promises of more to come.

The clinking of cutlery on crystal alerted the party guests to Lucius Malfoy standing at the head table preparing to make an announcement.

"Good evening, everyone. It is my absolute pleasure to welcome you to my home for yet another Graduation celebration for our own Harry Potter. We are so pleased to announce that he has earned a degree studying English. He plans to further his career and he has already been offered a position in the English department at his Alma Mater, Oxford. Congratulations, Harry. Narcissa and I are so pleased and we look forward to welcoming you into our family." Lucius raised his glass in a toast, the guests following suit, and took a sip.

Draco faced his boyfriend- fiancé? - And smirked. "You got more attention than me, you know."

Harry laughed. "I know. What can I say, I'm very lovable."

Draco shoved Harry lightly, a smile playing at his lips. "Go get some caviar, would you?"

"God no."

The scene was yet again at the Malfoy residence and there were guests attending another party, however this time was met with elaborate decorations in the colors of pale beige and light blue, many tables with centerpieces that were made up of the narcissus flower, and the guests were dressed in their finest clothing.

"Is this-"

"Our wedding, yes. We were married on May 5th, 2012."

Draco Malfoy was impatiently waiting at the start of the aisle. He was waiting for his signal to begin to walk down the aisle. He and Harry had argued over this. Harry didn't want a wedding march. "We're both men, Draco! What are we going to do, have one of us wear white?" "Harry, the most spectacular part of the wedding is the March. Just because we are both men does not mean we have to get rid of this. We'll both march." "The most spectacular part of the wedding is the dress." "I disagree."

Eventually, the two men had an agreement. They would both march following the groomsmen (Harry and Draco argued over Blaise and Pansy, eventually agreeing that Pansy would be on Harry's side and Blaise would be on Draco's. Harry had insisted on Lucius and Narcissa walking Draco down the aisle but Narcissa simply refused, insisting that since Harry didn't have his mother there to walk him down Draco could live without. Draco was fine with this arrangement because it meant that more of the attention would be on him, though he would never admit that aloud. Eventually it was decided that Harry would walk down the aisle first, standing on the side that the groom would traditionally stand on. The two men having decided that since Draco loved to make himself known by a grand entrance, Draco would be the one to march down the aisle secondly. Draco was pleased with this decision.

The music started (Canon in D major), and Draco tapped his foot impatiently, resisting the urge to pace. They had rehearsed the wedding so many times that Draco could visualize everything. Pansy and Blaise were the first to walk down the aisle, taking approximately thirty seconds to reach the end and stand in their respective places. On the twenty first beat and the thirty seventh second of the song, Lucius and Narcissa would begin their walk down the aisle, sitting in their respective seats. On the thirtieth beat of the song, the officiator would then ask the guests to rise. Draco counted the beats (they were behind.) and on the forty-fifth beat of the song, the music changed.

Lily gasped, recognizing the song. "This is The Beatles." Tears were beginning to form in her eyes.

Draco nodded. "Harry didn't make a lot of the decisions, but this was one of them. He insisted that we use the string version of 'All You Need Is Love' because it was your favorite song. He said you would sing it to him as he fell asleep. He wanted you to be a part of the wedding, even though you weren't there. He was well aware of his decision and he's well aware of the pain he caused and I think that is why he couldn't face you."

Lily started to cry. "Is there any way we can see Harry?" Draco asked, wanting to show Harry's parents their son's wedding.

James shook his head, rubbing circles on Lily's back. "Not since the memory is from your perspective."

"I'll ask my mother for her memory." Draco said at last.

The group turned their attention back to the wedding which had paused.