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Lupin then took Harry’s hand and they danced. “You did very well, Harry,” he murmured as they fell into step with the soft music. “I am very proud of you, as I’m sure are your parents and Sirius.”

Tonks had outdone herself, Harry thought, as she took Draco’s hand for their dance. She looked almost as Malfoyish as he did, in cascading blond ringlets and bright blue eyes.

Food was served by the House Elves as the dancing continued. Harry was sure that Fred or George Weasley had spiked the punch at some point. Draco shared his sentiment, after having tasted it.

“I really don’t want to know what they put in there. It tastes like a mixture of Firewhisky and worse.”

“But if that’s the worst prank they pull, then we’re lucky,” Harry grinned, leaning against Draco.

They didn’t notice Ron and Fred Weasley making their way to the middle of the ballroom, nor did they notice Blaise break away from his dance with Pansy to follow them. But when Fred Weasley pointed his wand at Ron’s throat and whispered “Sonorus”, and Ron began to speak, everyone noticed.

“I’m told…” he said, and everyone stopped dancing or eating to look at him. “…there’s this new tradition starting in wizard marriages, where the best friend of the groom or… other groom in this case, called the ‘Best Man’—” he looked at Hermione quickly for confirmation before continuing, “—has to get up in front of all the guests and family of the couple and spout embarrassing stories about his friend until his friend is completely embarrassed. It’s kinda hard to say more things about Harry that you already know, since all of the bad stuff has already been published, and if I were to relate all the details, we’d be here all year, not that I’m complaining of course because the food’s great. My compliments to the House Elves.” Ron paused and then continued. “We’ve been through a lot, Harry and I, and some of the less known, less dignified moments of our…adventures include falling onto a Devils Snare and not knowing what it was, following a trail of spiders into the Forbidden Forest without trying to plot exactly where we were going or how we’d get out, being the only ones sitting through an entire ball without ever dancing, and I will always remember fondly Harry riding around, franticly chasing after a flying key until I die. And thus having completely shattered Harry’s pride, I will step out of the way for my counterpart here, to do the same for his husband.”

Draco stiffened as Blaise stepped up to where Ron had stood and Harry heard him mutter, “If he brings up the potions incident…”

“You know it’s hard to think of undignified Draco Malfoy moments. Partly I think, because being undignified is Draco Malfoy’s worst fear, right up there with having a bad hair day. But there is one incident which sticks out in my mind which I am going to tell you at great personal sacrifice because after I tell you this, there is no way Draco will ever let me be a godfather to whatever children he and his husband are going to adopt to carry on the family bloodline. So Pansy dear, corrupting them will be all up to you.” He saluted Pansy as titters went around the room. “So now, this story, which has become in my mind, and maybe in Draco’s too, the Potions Incident. You see, Draco’s always had this fascination for Potions ever since he found out what poisons were. Of course, his father said he couldn’t brew those until he knew what he was doing. He had to start off small and work up to it. Of course, for Draco, this was unacceptable. And so, on one of those rare visits of mine when his father was out of the Manor, he decided to disobey. And we didn’t decide to make a poison, because that couldn’t be tested too easily without killing something and having to get rid of a body, but we decided on a mood changing potion. And to this day I will never know what Draco did wrong, since I wasn’t allowed to touch the thing while he was making it, but he did something. And instead of creating a mood altering potion, he created a mood alternating potion. He tested it on himself. Those few hours were the funniest hours I have ever lived through. One minute, he’s laughing, the next, he’s crying, the next he’s dancing around singing off-key, and then suddenly he’s picking a fight with a wall because it got in his way. But the best thing during that hour was Draco attempting to jump out of the window of his room because he was convinced that he could fly. So now that I’ve signed my death wish we can all continue eating and drinking and dancing!”

And ignoring the glare from Draco and the slightly mortified looks from Harry, everyone went back to doing just that.

Epilogue: Happily Every After

Two years later:

Blaise looked up as the other man slid into his seat across the table from him. “Long time no see, Draco.”

Draco shot him a smirk as he ran his hand through long platinum strands, even longer than his father had worn his hair, Blaise noted. “Becoming a Master in potion making isn’t as easy as I make it sound in my letters.”

Blaise laughed, thinking of how Draco ranted in his letters about the demands of the Masters he was working with. “Have they stopped bringing up the fact that you don’t sleep on campus?”

“No. They keep telling me that I should be around at all times.” The Veriae shrugged. “I’ve gotten used to ignoring them. Their glares have nothing on my godfather’s.”

“Draco, I don’t think anyone can glare like your godfather. Although,” Blaise’s eyes laughed merrily as he spoke, “If I remember correctly, you could come close.”

“I find myself improving. They’re going to start having me lecture next semester in Durmstrang.”