Warning/Disclaimer: slash, but again so mild even if you don't like slash I am sure you can stomach it. Can I call these characters mine yet? No? Darn… looks like they still belong to JKR, etc.
Fan Mail
Right on time the bag of letters landed with a heavy thump by the back door. Several owls perched lazily in a nearby tree as they regained their strength after the strenuous, difficult journey. It was the same thing every year around Christmas, Valentine's Day, his birthday, and various other birthdays dotting the year. Fan mail poured in and would never stop. Probably not until he lost his devilishly good looks (according to his special someone).
At the beginning the ridiculous letters were amusing to read. There were marriage proposals, declarations of love, random questions, praise, general admiration, questions asking to be a date to some event or another, pleas of being someone's Christmas present (someone even asked for him to stand under their tree Christmas morning with nothing but a bow tied around his… well, you know). Some had glitter, perfume, confetti, charms to make the cards sing or play music, others would stick to his walls for days before the charm wore off. Some came with pictures- photos and hand drawings. Some had food items, money, origami, trinkets of various sorts. Yet, some letters were on regular parchment where others were on fancy stationary. He had seen anything and everything, including having some letters be cursed or bewitched in some way. Luckily for him he avoided any trouble.
Today was no different as the bag of letters and small parcels sat innocently on the back step. They would all be burned anyways and the carefully constructed gifts, thoughtful words, and spells would furl away in the ashes and smoke. Some day the fans would tire of never receiving a response and would cease their silly letter writing. Harry hoped it would be soon.
"Harry! There's another bag here. Want me to put it with the others?" Draco called up the stairs to his boyfriend of two years.
"Please!" came the shouted response before said letter recipient bounded down the stairs. "I think I should tell everyone to stop with the fan mail already."
"Oh, but everybody just loves you," Draco crooned. "Don't deny them to chance to let their feelings for you be known, love."
Harry wrinkled his nose in mild disgust as he made to grab a piece of toast. "I don't want their love."
"Oh?" Draco inquired as he sipped his tea. "And why is that?"
"Because they don't really love me, they love my image. The whole Boy-Who-Lived thing. Same as it always has been and you know it."
Draco hummed in agreement. "What would you do if I wrote to you telling of my undying love for you and asked for your hand in marriage?"
Harry's head snapped up to look at Draco. "What are you saying?"
"Just answer the question."
"Well," Harry began carefully, "I already know you love me, and I would say yes."
"Oh, good then. Here is your ring." Draco slid a small box across the table to his fiancé. Harry's eyes widened as reality hit him full force. Draco had seriously just proposed as if it were brought up in every day conversation.
Harry opened the box slowly and pulled out the simple metal band. He made to slip it onto his finger before Draco stopped him.
"Here, let me." And Draco slid the ring onto Harry's finger. "For the record, I would never stoop so low as to write fan mail. Even to you, Golden Boy."