It was a cold day in London. The air smelled of fresh rain, and the streets were slick with ice. People could be seen ducking in to the closest building hoping for warmth.

A blonde man in an oversized puffy coat could be seen talking on a mobile.

"No, Pansy, I don't hate the rain, I just want it to snow, it's December 16th after all. I have plans for the first real snowfall." He paused, listening to the person on the other line. "No, I'm not going to propose to him, that's disgustingly romantic." Another pause, "God, Pansy, I just want to take him on a date in the snow, I'm not going to propose in the snow. We've basically been engaged for two years." Pause, "yes, I know we should just get married, but it's not the right time yet. I'm stopping into a coffee shop, I'll call you later. Yep, bye."

The man sighed and pocketed the phone, pulling the door open to the coffee shop. He was greeted by the other regular customers as he made his way up to the empty counter.

"That man, I swear to God." He said, impatiently waiting for the barista to take his order (a white mocha). He sighed, and finally, after waiting a full 30 seconds, called out impatiently, "Longbottom!"

Laughter could be heard from the back as the assumed barista came to the front. "Neville isn't in today. Hello, Draco."

"Harry." Draco nodded curtly, looking at his watch. "What are you doing in today?" Draco made idle chit chat as Harry began making Draco's drink, not even having to ask.

"Working, obviously." Harry chuckled at the annoyed snort he received in return for his sass. "I was bored waiting at home all day, so I told Neville I would come in and cover a couple hours."

"Harry, it's your only bloody day off from the Hospital. You need to relax."

"Working in the coffee shop that I partially own is relaxing. I love it here."

Draco sighed, and tried to pay for his drink, only to be receive a shaking head in return. He pocketed his cash and walked around the counter to the other side and to the back, leaning against the wall.

"How was work?" Harry asked, kneading the dough for the pastries.

"Eh, nothing to eventful. Neville makes a better drink that you do."

Harry turned and scoffed at him. "I disagree."

Draco smirked, and replied with, "It's true. I'm going to go home. I'll see you later."

"Bye, Draco!" Harry called from the fridge he had just entered.

Draco sat alone in his flat, quietly nursing a draft and reading a book. He absentmindedly answered the phone that rang from beside him.

"Draco, quickly, come outside! It's an emergency!" Harry's voice spoke up from the speaker, and immediately hung up again.

Draco jumped out of his chair, and slipped on some slippers and his coat, not even bothering to lock the door behind him.

He ran down the stairs, and out of the door, stopping in his tracks as he saw at least a foot of snow on the ground and no Harry, nor Harry's footprints, to be seen.

"You're wearing my coat." Harry said from behind Draco.

Draco turned to face him, "Potter! What's the emergency?"

"It's snowing so hard that my footprints get erased!"

Draco sighed, annoyed at the man in front of him.

"You're wearing my coat." Harry said again, his face illuminated by the Christmas lights on their building.

Draco scowled, "Well, when I'm called out of my house by my boyfriend saying there's an emergency, you're lucky I even grabbed a coat."

Harry laughed lightly and smiled at Draco. "Well, give me my coat, and go grab your own. I'm taking you out."

"Potter, it's nearly ten o'clock."

Harry turned around and stared at the sky, waving his hand a bit. "Go get your coat, you goob."

Draco grumbled, turning around and walking into their London flat. "I'm not a goob."

Whilst Draco was getting on his proper snow gear, Harry pulled the car around and started warming it up.

"Ready, Freddy?"

"My name is Draco."

Harry rolled his eyes. "You're nearly 24 years old and you haven't heard that phrase? What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong with me. I'm just of superior breeding."

Harry let out a snort, "Okay, sire Malfoy, as you wish."

"Now you sound like one of the butlers that raised me. Where are we going anyway?"

"I'm not telling you, Mr. 'I'm of superior breeding.'"

Draco huffed and was silent for as long as he could be.

Which wasn't very long.

"Change this song."

Harry laughed and pushed the change button.

"This one is worse! What is this even called?"

"Cheerleader."

"Bah." Draco said, huffing as Harry changed the station back to the previous.

"So, when is dinner with the Malfoys?"

"What?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Dinner with my parents is tomorrow night. We need to see your parents, too. Tell them the big news."

Draco glanced at Harry, suddenly becoming nervous. "And what exactly is this big news?"

"I wanted to wait until the prime moment came up. I wanted to make it a special occasion but I don't know, it just seems right."

Draco sputtered. I'm not really being proposed to in a car right now, am I?

Harry stuttered a bit, fiddling with his hands on the steering wheel.

"Out with it already." Draco said, accepting the complete and utter lack of romance.

"I got a promotion at work! I've been officially promoted to Doctors assistant! I'm well on my way to becoming a full-fledged doctor, I just have to finish med school first." Harry laughed, pure joy on his face.

Draco sighed in relief. "That's great, Harry! I'm so proud of you."

Harry smiled, turning his attention fully to the road again, bringing the car to a stop.

"We're here."

"Where is here?"

Harry got out of the car, and walked to the boot. Opening it, he pulled out an old fashioned sled, some gloves, and a thermos.

"God dammit Harry. I was supposed to do this. I was going to take you out on the first big snow and take you sledding."

"Really?" Harry turned, putting his gloves on and handing the thermos to the other man.

Draco sniffed his nose.

"I wanted to take you sledding because you've never been. Rich kids don't sled, apparently."

Harry hesitated for a second, putting his hand in his pocket. He took it out and handed Draco his gloves. "You're right. We don't." Draco slipped the gloves on and took a gulp of the hot chocolate. "Let's go then. What are we waiting for?"

Harry laughed and led the way to the hill.

"Okay, hold on Draco. Don't let go. I did once and I nearly died."

"Died?!" Draco shouted, as Harry pushed the sled off on to the hill letting out a delighted shout, barely heard over Draco's garish scream.

"Lean left!"

Draco did as he was told, leaning to the left along with his boyfriend. He had stopped screaming a second ago and before he knew it, they were at the bottom of the hill.

Harry laughed, a delighted grin on his face. Draco smiled, and joined in the laughter, his cheeks rosy and his nose cold.

"Wanna go again?" Harry asked.

"Yes!" Draco replied.

The two men made their way into their flat, hands freezing and noses running.

"God, it's nearly one in the morning. I'm surprised we didn't freeze." Harry said, starting a fire.

Draco smiled, putting on the kettle and joining Harry in front of the fire. "Thank you, Harry. I had a lot of fun tonight."

Harry laughed, putting his arm around the other. "I'll take you sledding anytime, dear."

"Don't call me dear."

"Sure thing."

The two made idle chit chat in front of the fire, a nice cup of tea in their hands, before they fell asleep around four.

Draco was woken up by Harry trying to sneak out of their apartment.

"Just gonna wine and dine me, then leave?"

"We didn't even have wine last night." Harry had stopped and turned to face Draco, his tie askew.

Draco sighed. "Let me fix your tie before you go to school."

Harry sighed, muttering, "I'll never get the hang of these bloody things."

"Good thing I'm here."

"Yes sir. Now, don't forget dinner with the Potters tonight."

"I know, I know. Now go, you'll be late." Draco said, checking his watch.

Harry pecked Draco on the cheek and walked out the door, braving the snow to attend his medical school's residency.

Draco sighed and hung up the telephone in his office. He rubbed his temples and groaned at the idea of more work. It was four o'clock, he only had an hour. He could make it.

"Bloody hell." He muttered, remembering dinner with his boyfriend's family. He just hoped the Weasley's weren't there.

His mobile phone pinged, signaling a text.

"Ron's fam will be there."

"Of course they will be. " Draco muttered to himself, slamming his desk drawer shut and resting his head on his arms.

"Mr. Malfoy, your conference call from Nordstrom is on line ready to skype."

"Thank you, Hannah." He said, fixing his hair and tie.

He opened his laptop, and opened Skype.

"Draco! So good to see you again!"

"And you as well, Peter! I must say, I'm looking forward to working with you on getting Malfoy Chic in Nordstrom. You won't regret your decision to work with us. I guarantee that our clothes are of the best materials you will see. It would be a sin for a Malfoy to use anything less when designing clothes."

"And we would expect no less!"

"I'm so sorry for running late."

"It's okay, Draco. It's no hurry. Dinner isn't until 6:30."

"Okay. I'll be there in a few minutes. Love you."

"I love you too, Draco." Harry replied, smiling softly into the phone. It wasn't every day that Draco said those words.

"Get a room." Sirius Black said, slapping his Godson on the back.

"Har har, Sirius. How is Darla?"

"Darla? Who is Darla?"

"The one you were buggering!" James Potter said, scaring Sirius.

"OH! That one. No, she went back to her husband, I think. I'm a bachelor again."

"Great. It's always much more peaceful without the fuss of another woman." Lily Potter said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

"Well, at least Moony is engaged," replied James.

"I love Tonks, but I can hardly have girl talk with her. I'm outnumbered by smelly men. Except Draco. He doesn't smell."

"I don't smell Mum!" Said Harry's only younger brother, Heath Potter.

"You're a 16 year old boy, Heath. You smell." Harry joked.

"He's right you know." Ron chimed in, handing his baby Rose to Hermione.

"I do not smell! I put on deodorant every day!"

"Well, it doesn't work." Said Harry, ruffling the younger boys' hair.

"Leave him alone. You smell worse than anyone I have met, Potter."

Draco had been let into the house by Lily, unnoticed by everyone.

"Hey." Harry smiled, kissing Draco on the cheek.

"Get a room." Sirius said again, gagging at the men.

"Leave my boy alone!" Lily said, ushering everyone into the dining room. "Now that everyone is here, we can eat! Hermione, do you want me to put Rose in my room? I grabbed the old bassinet out of storage."

"I would love that. Thank you, Mrs. Potter."

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Lily? You've known us your whole life!" she said as she left the room, putting the baby in the bassinet.

"What's for dinner, Mum?" Harry asked, pulling the chair out for Draco and seating himself between him and Hermione.

"Lobster." Draco replied, and looked embarrassed after everyone looked at him.

"How did you know, Draco?" Lily asked.

Draco mumbled something quietly.

"What was that dear?" Lily asked.

"I could smell it. Lobster is my favorite and we had it all the time at home."

He was met with silence for, until Harry laughed loudly with everyone joining in.

"I like him, Harry. Keep him." James said.

"I plan on it Dad." Harry smiled, a dreamy look in his eyes.

"I'm hungry Mum."

"Lets eat!"

The Potters dinner table was always lively. Harry was always a joker, and Heath was always laughing at his older brother. When the Weasleys would visit, it was loud. Seven children did that, and add two more plus Sirius and James, and sometimes Remus, and silence was laughable.

Draco liked it, though only Harry could tell. He wasn't used to tabletop chatter, what with his father not caring for anything other than work. Draco pretended that he hated dinner at the Potter's, but he loved it.

"And then, Ginny kissed me! She kissed me guys!"

"Please stop talking." Ron said, not wanting to hear about his younger sisters love life with his best friends brother.

"Let him talk, Ronald. You would always tell us about you and Hermione when you were younger." Lily scolded.

"You talked about me Ronald?" Hermione asked, a smile on her face.

"Not that often, mind you. You were here more than Ron was." Harry said.

"Yeah, but Hermione isn't your kid sister."

James laughed, "He's got a point you know, son."

"Guys, I have some good news for you." Harry interrupted.

Lily stopped stirring her tea and dropped her spoon. She grabbed James hand and smiled brightly.

"Go on, Son." James said.

"I'm really excited about this. I've waited a long time." Harry took a deep breath.

"Congratulations!" Sirius said, standing up. He started clapping his hands. Lily ran over and hugged Draco, kissing him on the cheek.

"Welcome to the family son!" James said, clapping Draco on the back.

"What?" Draco asked.

"Mum…Dad." Harry said quietly. "I haven't done that yet."

Lily turned around and faced Harry. "You told me you were going to do it last night!"

Harry laughed awkwardly. "I got a promotion."

"Well that's great, Harry!" Ron said. He already knew about the promotion, as Hermione was in school with Harry at the same residency.

"Great!" Said Hermione, with an awkward laugh.

James coughed, ad removed his hand from Draco's shoulder. "That's great son. Congratulations!"

Lily smiled at Draco, moving away to hug Harry. "Congratulations, Harry. I'm so proud of you." She whispered in his ear. "I'm sorry we blew it. I love you."

Harry rubbed her back and kissed her cheek. "That's why I asked to have dinner tonight. I guess I should have explained."

Draco looked at Harry and noticed his hand fiddling in his coat pocket.

"Speaking of promotions. I'm well on my way to becoming CEO of Malfoy Inc. I just sold my newest clothing line to Nordstrom." Draco said, moving the attention from his embarrassed boyfriend.

"I love Nordstrom! Do I get a discount?" Hermione said.

"I'll see what I can do. I could just design you your own outfit." Draco said.

Harry left the dining room and sat down near the fireplace.

"Your parents sure were excited when they thought you had proposed, we're they." Sirius said, sitting beside him.

Harry laughed quietly. "It's kind of my own fault. I was going to do it last night, but I chickened out over and over again. I started to tell him in the car. And then I just...it wasn't the right time. It wasn't romantic enough, and he would have cut off my balls if I proposed in the car. And then I was going to slip the ring in his glove but I chickened out again. And then we were in front of the fire…"

"Aw, don't sweat it kiddo. He loves you, and you don't need to propose to reaffirm that." Sirius replied.

"I guess. I really did call for dinner because of the promotion though. I reckon I could have told them that I chickened out."

"That probably would have been a good idea." Sirius laughed.

"Harry, Dear. Do you want a sundae?"

"No thanks, Mum. Could you make me a root beer float though?"

"Sure thing." She smiled.

"Welp, Kiddo. Let's go get us some ice cream!"

"You go, I'm going to stay in here for a second."

"Alright." Sirius said, leaving the room.

"Finally, you're alone." Draco said.

Harry laughed, patting the seat beside him. "Sirius was only in here for a few minutes."

"Yeah, but we've been surrounded by your obnoxious family all night."

"They're not obnoxious."

"They can't keep their mouths shut." Draco patted Harry's knee, reaching into his pocket and grabbing the small ring box.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked.

Draco put the ring on his left ring finger, and handed the box back to a confused Harry.

"You're mother makes better lobster than the cooks at home."

"Mum makes better food than your cooks at home in general."

"It's true."

"I'm honored!" Lily said, snapping a picture of the two.

"So, when do we get to have dinner with the Malfoys as a family?" James asked.