You'll always be with me, Harry purred.
And I with you....
"Is the Mark gone?" she asked.
Draco pulled up his sleeve, and the dragon mark was still there. Huh... I thought it'd be gone.
Maybe I should try it? An order?
Okay... I guess, Draco responded along with some pleading that it didn't work.
"Draco... I order you to kiss me," Harry said, in the official way. He didn't feel the power ripping through him, nor did he see the immediate pain and response from Draco.
Thank Merlin. "It didn't work... though now I do want to kiss you," Draco said and leaned in.
"Wait till we leave!" Ron pleaded, ever the hater of gay PDA.
Nope. Draco said and kissed Harry. No more rules, games, pain, or blame. We are free from what Voldemort did.
Hallelujah, Harry replied. I'm just glad that you're free.
Well... not too free... husband. We are one soul now, my love. 
You are a romantic sap, Draco Malfoy.
That's Draco Malfoy-Potter to you, husband, Draco muttered, kissing him, again.
"Well, as much fun as this non-conversation is, I'm going to the buffet," Ron announced and dragged Hermione, who was giggling, with him.
Are we really that lovy-dovy? Harry asked.
"Yes," Draco said and greeted Percy Weasley, who stepped up to congratulate them.
After a thanks and congratulations from him and a whole bunch of Harry's other friends, Augusta Longbottom came in front of them. She shook Harry's hand and didn't let go.
"Harry, I'm glad you're really alive. Did you hear...?" she trailed off.
"I did. I'm so sorry. Neville was a close friend of mine. I feel awful that I haven't gone to see him, but the hospital... scares me a bit. I will try to brave it for you and him. He deserves that dignity. 
She smiled. "Thank you. That would be lovely. But there was a change in his condition... a couple of months ago... someone blasted the windows open at the hospital."
Harry lowered his head. "Sorry."
"No, dearie... Neville stirred, either from the sunlight, air or your magical presence. He's been making noises... moving. He hasn't woken up yet, but the healers are optimistic."
"Oh! That's fantastic. I-I just want to spend some time with Draco. But maybe I can visit. Maybe give him something to fight for? We can visit more."
"Thank you, Harry. He always spoke so highly of you," she said, but then it faltered when she looked at Harry's husband.
Many thoughts went through Draco's head, but he bowed. "Lady Longbottom, I apologize most sincerely for the wrongs I have committed against your grandson and house. I ask your pardon, and if there is any way to bring peace to our households, I will endeavor to fulfill it."
She straightened up. "Lord Malfoy, that was quite elegant. I haven't heard such a formal request in a long time. I cannot grant you that what you ask, but there will be no feud between our houses... not unless Neville is to set one when he wakes, which I doubt he would."
"Let me pay some restitution by hiring specialists from around the world to check on his condition. I have connections all over this planet," Draco asked, bowing, again.