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George was looking at his left hand.
Especially his ring finger.
It had a threaded ring, gold.
The symbol of their union.
George smiled as arms wrapped around his waist and looked at the hands clasped in his.
A silver ring awaited him.
"Are you still standing?" his husband asked and George nodded. "I'll be in bed early, love."
Harry nodded, kissing the cheek of the taller boy, who bent down to allow his boyfriend.
"I am waiting for you." He whispered in his ear.
George smiled.
Marrying Harry Potter was the best thing that ever happened to him.