Epilogue
After Rain Comes Sunshine

The rain clouds had scattered, breaking apart to reveal a blue sky and a bright sun. It bathed the Manor and its grounds in light, drying up the tears spilled by heaven.

The wedding would be perfect.

A small ceremony, with only the couple’s closest friends and family. Harry waited, excitement pulsing through him.

Draco looked so handsome. His white robes, tailored to fit perfectly just like every other garment in his wardrobe, made him look like an angel descended from the heavens above. He had combed his blond hair back, but not slicked it down. Slicked back had been the preferred style of Lucius Malfoy, and since the bastard had been rotting away in Azkaban for several years, and Draco wanted to look nothing like him, he let his hair fall freely instead. The grey eyes danced with merriment.

He held out his arm, and his mother rested her graceful hand upon it. The bride, just as pale as her son, shone like the sun itself and though Harry only had eyes for Draco, he had to admit that she must be one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

Severus looked as though he agreed.

Harry hid a smile behind his hand, when he saw the man with his jaw on the floor, as the bride became visible walking down the slope of the field. He looked good too – Severus would never be a man described as beautiful, but the tailored robes and the well-washed hair, longer now and tied back with a ribbon, together with the smile on his face, made him pass for almost handsome.

Of course, he would never measure up to Draco. Even with the light scar on his forehead, Draco was the most exquisitely beautiful man Harry had ever seen. In fact, the scar only made him more so – it reminded Harry, every minute of the day, that Draco had nearly given his life to save Harry’s. Draco had made many jokes about them both being scar heads these days.

Draco handed his mother off to Severus with a kiss on her cheek. She smiled tearfully at him before grasping Severus’ hand in hers.

Draco turned to Harry, and sat beside him, their fingers interlacing.

The ceremony – short and sweet, performed by one of the Ministry officials with a license – passed without a hitch. Harry wondered if he and Draco would ever stand there, together, vowing to love each other for eternity.

I hope so, he thought with a smile.

After the ceremony, the party started. While the ceremony had been small and private, the celebrations afterwards were not. Hermione and Ron came hand in hand, baby Rose in their arms.

“I have to say—the git looks happy,” Ron said, chuckling as they saw Severus lean in to kiss his new wife over and over.

“Ron, language,” Hermione said, though she chuckled.

“Well, I’d say he’s pretty happy,” Draco said. “After being in love with my mother for twenty odd years, he’s finally got her.”

“And a baby on the way,” Harry grinned. “Draco here will be a big brother.”

“I’m fairly certain the kid will see me more as the funny uncle who passes by every now and then,” Draco said, rolling his eyes. “I mean – twenty-three years age difference. I don’t even live with them anymore.”

Harry kissed Draco’s cheek. “Then I’m sure you’ll be the very best uncle ever.”

“So what about the two of you?” Hermione asked, grinning. “Marriage and children anywhere in the future for you?”

“Definitely.”

“I don’t—” Harry began, then turned around to look at Draco. “Really?”

“Why not?” Draco smiled with a shrug, as though he had just spoken about the weather. “Doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.”

Harry stared at him, then broke into a wide grin, and pulled Draco to him. Their lips met in a wonderfully warm kiss, Draco’s tongue darting out to tease Harry in the way he liked best.

Ron rolled his eyes. “I suppose it’s time to go – once those two start, there’s no stopping them.”

Draco made a rude gesture at Ron, without ever breaking his kiss with Harry. Ron growled, but it had been years since the two had fought for real, so Harry did not worry.

“We’ll see you later,” Hermione said. “I think Rose will be wanting food fairly soon.”

The baby had just started to fuss. Harry had to wonder what it would feel like to have a child. Could they adopt a child and raise him or her together? Perhaps from an orphanage – Harry had sometimes wondered what it would have been like to be placed in such a facility, instead of with the Dursleys, and to be adopted.

They would create their own family. With Draco, Harry felt he could do anything, and anywhere they went together, would be home.

“It’d be nice, wouldn’t it?” Draco whispered to him, as though reading his thoughts. “A little kid of our own.”

Harry shook his head. “You’re insane, you know that?”

Draco smirked, lovingly. “And you’re my boyfriend. What does that say about you?”

Harry kissed Draco lightly. “That I love you.”

“Good,” Draco whispered. “Because I love you, too. Very, very much.”

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