The music started, and on the fifth beat Draco knew that Harry was beginning to walk down the aisle. The music was slower than the actual song and most of the string versions, but Draco knew that it was perfect. He prepared for his turn, having made his way to the hallway that led to the aisle.

"GO!" The wedding planner said quietly, smiling at Draco.

Draco opened the grand doors and entered the Ballroom of his childhood home. The guests were in awe of him, of course. He had refused to wear matching suits with Harry, insisting that it was tacky. Draco, instead, opted for colors that highlighted their own skin tones and eyes. Draco was wearing a beige (very expensive, handmade) suit with a matching waistcoat and an emerald green tie. Harry was adorned in a suit that was a cross between emerald and forest green and he, much to Draco's chagrin, wasn't wearing a tie. "They make me uncomfortable, Draco." He had whined until Draco agreed to let the man go without a tie. Both men had boutonnieres made of pure white lilies.

Draco began his march, eyes scanning the audience (They had decided for mixed audience, since Harry's family was not there). Draco strode down the aisle, finally making eye contact with Harry, who had the widest smile Draco had seen since he had held Scorpius for the first time. Their eyes locked and Draco broke into a smile himself. Harry was the most handsome man that Draco had ever laid eyes on and Draco was, though he wouldn't admit it, swooning as he gazed at the man that would soon become his husband.

The two men exchanged traditional vows, and when they walked down the aisle as husbands for the first time they were both beaming.

"I included the entire wedding, I hope that's okay."

When the wedding finally turned into the reception, Draco and Harry were chatting with Harry's colleagues when it was time for their first dance. Harry rolled his eyes and he was dragged onto the floor.

'Can't Help Falling in Love' by Elvis broke through the speakers and the two began to dance together, with Harry in the lead.

"Why did you pick this song? You don't seem like a big Elvis fan." Sirius said.

"I wasn't, but I am after it was my first dance," Draco chuckled sardonically, "I didn't pick this song either. This was Harry's choice, he said it reminded him of his parents. He told me stories of him walking into the kitchen to see you two dancing to this song."

James nodded. "His memory is not mistaken." He smiled sadly at his wife, who had stopped holding her tears back.

"Why are you leading?" Draco asked petulantly.

"Because you let me, for once." Harry laughed.

"Well, Mister Malfoy-Potter, it is a rare occasion that I let you lead and you should feel honored." The two men danced around the floor, oblivious to the guests who were smiling brightly at the couple in love.

Harry smiled brightly. "I like our last name." He paused for a second. "Do you think Scorpius realizes what an important day this is?" The two men turned their heads and looked at Narcissa who had Scorpius in her arms. He was happily eating cake and drinking sparkling cider that had been provided for the few children guests.

"He's going to ruin that suit." Draco frowned.

"He's three, Draco."

"It's a good thing we've already taken pictures. I can't imagine having our son in our wedding pictures with a gigantic stain on his suit."

"That is one of the reasons we took pictures immediately after the ceremony, Draco."

"I know, Potter."

"That's Malfoy-Potter to you." Draco rolled his eyes.

The song ended and Draco and Harry kissed lightly, beginning to walk off of the dance floor.

"Not so fast, you lovebirds. We still have one more special dance. Please continue to steer clear as the handsome grooms prepare for the traditional parents dance." The DJ said.

"What?" Harry and Draco said together.

"We agreed not to do that." Draco said, beginning to walk to the booth.

"Son, I believe this is the part where you let me lead." Lucius said, holding his hand out to his son before Draco could cause a scene.

"What?" Draco turned to look at Harry who was hugging Narcissa and trying to hide his tears. "Father?"

"Your mother and I agreed that this was a part of the wedding that would not be taken out. Your mother insisted on dancing with Harry, but of course, if you are uncomfortable dancing with me I will dance with Harry."

Draco looked at his father. It was so rare that Lucius showed any type of emotion, and here he was, almost hurt that Draco didn't seem to want to dance with him.

"Of course I'll dance with you, Dad."

Lucius beamed. He didn't usually like being called anything other than Father, but this was an exception. Draco allowed his father to lead them in a sophisticated waltz to 'Fly me to the Moon' while Harry and Narcissa danced together for the first time, laughing and smiling at each other just like a mother and son would.

"Thank you." Draco said.

"Whatever for?"

"For always accepting me. I was afraid to inform you and Mother about my orientation, and I shouldn't have been because you didn't change your opinions on me. Thank you for accepting me and Harry."

Lucius rolled his eyes. "I know we aren't the most loving family, but I'm almost offended that you would think we wanted anything other than you to be happy."

Draco sheepishly looked down, nearly stumbling. "Sorry."

"There is nothing to apologize for, Son. Congratulations, Draco Lucius Malfoy-Potter, on being married." Lucius smiled as the song ended.

The scene began to change, following Harry and Draco back to their flat.