To Get Married
"Pack a few days worth of clothes, Harry," Draco told Harry as he entered their room. "And pack your tux, too." he said, striding over to the closet to open its doors wide.
"What? Why?" Harry put the book he was reading down and got out of bed watching Draco rummage through their stuff under the hung clothes, looking for something behind the piles of shoe boxes. "Where are we going?"
"We're going to New York. I've already got a Portkey to take us there. It's leaving in twenty minutes," Draco set aside a gym bag he got from the back of the closet that would fit both their clothes.
"Why are we going to New York?" Harry was not taking in any of what the blonde was saying. Draco wasn't answering him properly and completely.
Draco stood up and faced him, holding a dark blue box. "To get married." Draco smiled at him.
Harry stared at him. "To get married?" he repeated, mumbling the words out. Married…they were going to New York to get married. To get married…
"Yes," Draco opened the box and took the ring out, then put it on Harry's ring finger and asked, "Will you marry me?"
Again, unable to take in any of it, Harry stared at the ring on his left hand for a few moments. Then he looked up at the blonde and with a smile said, "Yes. Yes, Draco, I will marry you,"
Please review! Got this idea from the legalizing of gay marriages in NY. It's not much, but I knew I had to write something.