"We should get married someday."
Harry choked on that mornings' orange juice, raising his head from the glass and looking across the kitchen table. Draco sat there as calm as the beach outside their window, blonde hair ruffling in the wind from the open window behind him. In his hands sat that mornings' Daily Prophet and a half-devoured slice of toast.
His face wiped clean of any emotion, he sat there starring at Harry. Said raven-head sat dumbfounded, all complete thoughts flew out his ears and out the window to be washed away by the rising tide.
"W-What?"
Draco still sat as calm as could be, no anger rising in him.
"We. Should. Get. Married. Plain and simple when you think about it really. A white wedding on the beach. A fantastic reception, which I will be more than happy to arrange. Only our closest friends invited, I would not want Lavender Brown there, good heavens, that's where the start of my nightmares began." Draco visibly shuddered and turned his attention back on his boyfriend who still sat like a lump on a log.
"Harry? Are you even listening to me?"
Said man shifted his weight in the chair, making it creak. He carefully rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward, chin resting the back of his crossed hands. He smiled like a goof and his eyes squinted ever so slightly, cocking his head to the side.
"Are you asking me? Or do I have to go buy a ring?"
"Either way you're still going to buy the ring." Draco leaned across the table and gave Harry a sloppy kiss. "I'm not the one making the money."