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This story is No. 2 in the series "Life as a Slytherin House Series". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: A spin-off in the same universe as "The Life of Brian". Not a sequel, as it does not have the same main characters. This is part of the story of Amy (Madison) Malfoy.

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Harry Potter > Amy-CenteredechoFR181025,8382311342,16726 Feb 0416 Jan 07Yes

the Matrimony

AN: Last part, folks. Like, omigod, I finished a story!

*~* the Matrimony *~*

Percy Weasley and Draco Malfoy were the groomsmen. Dawn Summers and Katie Bell were the bridesmaids. Severus Snape gave her away. Vampires and werewolves attended her wedding. How many girls could say that? They were married and were having the reception in the Great Hall at Hogwarts. That seemed appropriate.

Most of the students were excited to be able to attend. Especially with how much in the papers this couple had been. Even Buffy had made it this time. She'd had to spend Christmas in Sunnydale due to unforeseen slayage, but she made it for the wedding. The slayer was still trying to work around her new family and guarding the Hellmouth. Amy could understand that. Buffy was also trying to work around being alive again. Amy was just glad all of the Sunnydale gang had made it.

Xander was talking to Anya. They were laughing. Giles was talking with Narcissa, Severus, and Molly. Draco and Dawn were dancing inappropriately close. Severus had yet to notice, so that was why they were still dancing so closely. Hermione was sitting with Spike, asking him all sorts of questions like she usually did. Katie and Percy were off in a corner speaking so closely that they were touching heads nearly. Ron and Harry were watching Hermione. Fred and George were watching Percy and Katie. Tara and Willow were trying to talk to Pansy who was behaving in a very sullen manner this evening. Well, she had not wanted to attend, and Narcissa had made her. Hence the sullen.

Amy scanned the room for Marcus. She frowned when she did not see him.

Arms wrapped around her waist from behind. "Looking for someone in particular, Mrs. Flint?"

"Not anymore."

Draco was glaring at them over Dawn's shoulder.

Amy rolled her eyes. "I do wish he'd stop carrying on like that. We're married now."

"Well, he is a Slytherin and a Malfoy. Malfoys can be a bit..."

Amy turned around to face him. "A bit what?"

Marcus just smiled at her like he expected an attack at any moment.

"Yes, Marcus? You were saying? Malfoys can be a bit what exactly?

"Lovely. Alluring." he chuckled. "Downright scary when crossed even a little bit."

Her eyes narrowed.

"I love you?"

She made a face at him. "You had better."

"Or you'll turn me into a rat?"

"I was thinking ferret. That's done wonders for my father."

"You are wicked scary, did you know?"

"I'm getting that." She said in a husky tone.

He moved her out to dance. Marcus held her very close. he did a lot of that, the holding her close. It was as if he were afraid she'd try to escape or something. Amy didn't mind really. She liked the holding. He'd calm down and figure out that she wasn't going anywhere.

"Might we talk of that other thing that has not been mentioned since New Year's Eve?" He whispered into her hair.

"We might."

"Quite a shock you gave me."

"I know."

"Not very nice to blurt it out like that." Marcus said then placed a soft kiss on her neck.

"Well, you pissed me off. I hope now that we're all officially married and stuff, you'll quit being all insecure about my wanting you. I mean, my wanting you was what got us into this in the first place."

"I know you want me. I won't doubt that again." Marcus paused. "So I was thinking of asking Percy to be the baby's godfather."

"I thought you might."

"Were you thinking Bell for the godmother or one of your Sunnydale friends?"

"I think Katie. I think she and Percy might be in for the long haul, so that'd work out well, wouldn't it?"

"What will we name it?" Marcus asked. "Or... or do you know if it's a boy or a girl yet?"

He seemed especially nervous, so Katie hugged him a bit. "I don't know, Marcus. What would you like to name it?"

"Certainly not Thadius or Esme or Lucius."

"Agreed. And no Catherine."

"Definitely not. Though I wouldn't mind Narcissa for a girl."

"Perhaps as a middle name, but I want this baby to have its own name."

"Misha Narcissa Flint."

"Misha?" Amy asked. "Where did that come from?"

"I heard it somewhere, and I liked it." Marcus defended.

"Don't be so defensive." She said, pinching his arm. "I didn't say I hated it, did I?"

"Ouch. Too rough."

Amy snorted. "Whatever, too rough, my ass."

"Yes, what about your ass?"

"Don't change the subject. What if it's a boy?"

"I think it's going to be a girl." Marcus whispered.

"How do you know?"

"I just have this feeling."

Amy smiled at him. She leaned up and kissed the corner of his mouth.

"Bet you never thought when we first met that you'd be married to me and having my baby."

"That's for sure."

Marcus smirked at her. "You were so angry."

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"No, I loved it, as I have loved most everything about you since. You're wicked scary, Mrs. Flint. I hope you plan on teaching our daughter to bite ankles and hex all the boys in their balls."

"Would that be Slytherin of her?"

"It would. She will also need to know how to smirk, but I think Uncle Draco can help with that one."

Amy snickered and hugged him close. "How much longer before we can duck out of here?"

"I could hoist you over my shoulder and carry you out now if you like."

"Marcus Flint, don't you dare. What would people think?"

"That we were going off to shag one another rotten. And they'd be quite right."

"You're terrible."

"I'm a Slytherin." he said, as if that explained it all, but in a way, it sort of did.

"As if I could forget that. You know, technically I am as well."

"I know. That's one of the beauties of you, you wicked, wicked thing. When I realized that, I had to marry you. There really wasn't any other choice for me. If you'd have run, I'd have to have chased you."

"I've never been much of a runner."

"And thank Salazar for that. I'm very impatient. too much running and I would've taken a page from Parkinson's book and napped you."

"Can you kidnap the willing?"

He chuckled. "Let's duck out of here?"

"I think my husband might have something to say about that, sir."

"No, Mrs. Flint, I think your husband might have something to DO about it."


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