Life Debt

The night sped by in a blur. Draco took point in the receiving line, and Harry only had to murmur the required thanks. Though most of the people were Harry's friends and family, Draco was the one to handle all the pleasantries. No one could say that Draco was rude.

"Oh... Harry, Draco! It was beautiful!" Mrs. Weasley said, hugging both of them. Mr. Weasley shook their hands.

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Weasley, for letting us use your home," Draco said smoothly, bowing so like a gentleman. Harry couldn't stop staring.

He's all mine, he thought to himself, or maybe not so much to himself as Draco gave him a crooked smile. He kept his eyes forward, however, talking to his pseudo-in-laws. Harry couldn't hear Draco's thoughts, though.

Why can he hear mine? Harry thought.

Focus and control. You haven't been using your Occulmency as much as I have, Draco responded.

You're using Occulmency against me? Harry asked, shocked.

Not intentionally. I'm fucking panicking right now, he said, briefly meeting his eyes.

What? Harry thought, looking at Draco. Why?

Draco looked nervous. These are your people, Harry and, as of a few months ago, they hated me. Augusta Longbottom is here. Neville is still in a coma. The Weasleys lost two children to the Death Eaters. Bill Weasley was scarred because of me. Your DA club friends hate me. I can't believe that Granger and Weasley talk to me like we're friends.

Harry stroked his cheek. They will love you, because I love you. You are friends with Hermione and Ron. You play chess with him and he likes talking to you more than me now. I didn't know about Neville, though. Listen... she still came... I'm not sure why, but she didn't hex us or try to stop the wedding, so it will be fine. Don't block me out.

Draco nodded and let his walls down a bit. Harry was assaulted by a monologue of Draco's thoughts. Hey, it didn't activate. Does that mean it worked? Thank Merlin... so scared it wouldn't stop, and Harry would be hurt. Holy hell, we're actually together. No one can come between us. I never thought I'd have him... you. Sorry... it's hard to control everything.

Breathe, Draco... my soulmate. I'm happy... so happy, and we are together, Harry responded.

"Well, I'm guessing the stories about the mental link are true," Hermione said, making them look.

"What?" Ron said.

"Yeah, what?" Harry said, turning to her.

"You two have been talking to each other in your heads, haven't you? We've been watching your facial expressions... interesting, really," Hermione said.

Draco frowned. She knew that this would happen.

"You knew that this would happen?" Harry voiced.

"It's been debated. It's an advantage and secret that the couple kept to themselves. Sorry... I didn't really think you would have objected. It may just be there because of how much you were in each other's heads."

Possible, Draco murmured, mentally. And no, I wouldn't have objected to it. Just another perk, my love.

Harry shivered and met his eyes. I'm glad, too. I wonder if it works over long distances.

"Did the books say how far it would work?" Draco asked Hermione.

"It didn't say it was limited by any amount of distance."

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.

"I... I feel I must accept any assistance you can provide. I want my grandson back," she offered a handshake to him, which he accepted.

Draco nodded. "Thank you, Lady Longbottom. I will start as soon as my husband grants me time to do it."

Harry blushed and she laughed, "I suppose you mean sex. I've lived a long life, boys. Best of wishes to you both and a happy marriage," she said and left.

Harry gave Draco a look and hugged him. Sap.

Yes, you are, Draco responded.

Harry smiled, and the rest of the evening flowed perfectly. They danced... well, Draco did and pulled Harry along. Aunt Andy and Mrs. Weasley danced with each of them, in the mother-son dance. Mrs. Weasley hugged him so much. Aunt Andy promised to keep close to Draco and Harry after the wedding. Later, they shoved cake into each other's faces and endured some roasting toasts from their friends. Blaise did not shy away from revealing Draco's childhood escapades.

When Harry and Draco got home, Draco pulled him into a kiss in front of the fire... the hearth. Welcome home, husband, he said, mentally.

Husband, Harry preened. Are we going to speak mentally for everything?

"If you want," Draco said and mentally added, but I love hearing you in my head.

"We probably should talk to each other every once in a while, though," Harry said, and kissed him, again.

Thoughts went through the link. It was amazing to feel Draco at every moment. Suddenly, he felt his excitement.

What? Harry pressed.

"I have a promise to keep," Draco said and splayed his hand on Harry's chest. You're very overdressed.

Harry shivered at the idea of being naked... to say their vows again without any layers on. Draco slowly started taking off Harry's wedding robes until he was nude, standing in front of Draco, who was still in all his finery. It was the normal that Harry expected. Draco had clothes on whenever he came down the stairs. Many times, he didn't take them off unless Harry wanted sex. Harry kissed him.

"You take such good care of me... do you want to leave them on?" Harry asked, letting Draco know that he was fine with either decision.

No, my love. I just wanted to connect, again, he said, silently.

Harry nodded and reached out to his chest to take his robes off. Undress him like Draco had done for him. He kissed every spot that he revealed, making Draco very hard with anticipation. It took longer than it should have, even kissing Draco's prick, when he lowered his boxers. Harry was kneeling before Draco. Neither of them had a stitch of clothing on. He knew what he wanted. He wanted completion.

He stared at Draco's prick. He wanted to do it here... in this position... doing this. He kissed Draco's member, looked up into Draco's eyes and getting permission, his hands clenched behind his back.

"I, Harry James Potter, swear on my life and magic to give you, Draco Lucius Malfoy, my heart and my soul. I bind my soul to yours for as long as we both shall live," Harry said, again, as he took his Draco's cock. He sucked long and hard, and Draco came down his throat. Their link hummed with love and devotion.

When Draco came down, he dropped to his knees, too. I haven't been attentive enough, Draco declared and proceeded to summon their red silk bed and sheets. Draco lowered Harry on in and worshiped every part of his body with his tongue. Everything is mine, he thought and then found Harry's cock. He gave a few kisses and some tongue. Harry was flushed from the attention. Draco liked him that way, Harry felt through the link. He liked Harry being shy and innocent like. Exploring each other's bodies was a luxury they hadn't had in the basement. They were still getting over the awkward part.

Now, they knew that their partner was in the moment and not stuck in the past. Draco knelt between Harry's legs, spreading both their legs apart. He modeled Harry's pose from earlier, with his hands behind his back, staring into Harry's face. There was no submissive or dominant in this relationship now. They were equal. Harry wasn't his master and he wasn't Harry's, and Draco wanted to give himself to Harry, like Harry had given himself to him.

Draco grabbed his attention through the link and said, "I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, swear on my life and magic to give you, Harry James Potter, my heart and my soul, and I bind my soul to yours for as long as we both shall live."

Magic seemed to hum around them with their renewed vows. Draco, without letting his hands go, lowered his head and took in Harry, sucking on him hard until Harry came. Draco couldn't help but swallow it all. He laid down and took Harry into his arms. This was home... and always would be.

"Is this our life now? I want this... but surely we'll get sick of sex, right?" Harry muttered.

Draco kissed him. "I'll never get sick of you."

Harry giggled. Sap.

"Takes one to know one."

But... now that this... the master/slave bond is taken care of... what are we going to do?

Our future is whatever we make it, Potter. You're stuck with me, now... for life, Draco laughed through the link, as his arms tightened around Harry.

I think it's the other way around, Malfoy, Harry chided and kissed him.

The end!