Scorpius rolled his eyes at Cepheus. "At least if you're pushing me, you're not worried about the wedding." He looked up when Molly Weasley poked her head in to say they were ready. "Okay, Phe. It's show time. We're going to get rid of you now. Make a Potter out of you instead."
Lavinia hesitated for a moment, then leaned in and hugged Cepheus tightly before pulling back and straightening out his shirt and suspenders. "Congratulations, Phe," she said. "You deserve it."
"Oi." James frowned at Albus briefly. "Don't mention Cepheus shagging that prat. Cepheus was the one who had to invite him for the wedding and then fly him and his boyfriend over from New York. Come on." He checked himself in the mirror one last time. "I want to go become someone's husband now."
***
James had Cepheus pressed against the wall of the castle and was kissing down his neck, beaming to himself. "Mr. Potter, you're very sexy for a married man," he said. Maybe he'd had a few glasses of champagne.
"I am going to fuck you so hard on our honeymoon. You in your cute little suspenders. I mean, fuck. I didn't know I had a thing for suspenders before today."
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