A/N: So I know this chapter is really short but I'm hoping to get another chapter up within the next couple of hours because this story is surprisingly easy to write, I just want the chapters to be longer than this. The end of this one just seemed like a good stopping point. Trust me the other chapters will be longer I promise. I hate long A/Ns, so without further chatter…
Draco knew he was doing to right thing, even though it hurt like hell.
Draco had sat up thinking about it many a night, knowing his partner would be much better off without him. He could have someone who wouldn't have to hide Draco, even though Draco knew that Harry was full and ready to admit they were in a relationship. Draco had insisted that they not tell anyone. He knew the odd looks Harry would get, the hate mail sent to him, and the horrified reactions of the Weasley's. Draco knew that if he didn't do it tonight he never would. Harry had proposed to him earlier that day, and after a night of shared bliss, Harry had fallen asleep some time ago. Draco wanted to marry Harry more than anything, but knew he couldn't. Harry deserved someone he could live an easy life with, who would be accepted at holiday functions, someone the Weasley's would love. Draco knew he wasn't that person.
Draco had become more accepting after the war. After breaking free of his father's manipulating ways Draco was able to turn his views around, though it was too late for it to be socially acceptable. He volunteered at charities, sang to kids in St. Mungo's, he even bought Hermione and Ron a wedding present. Of course Draco was still the snarky git he had always been, but now he had something to be good for. The only thing was, spending so much time with Harry had rubbed off on him.
Draco didn't want to let this go, he was finally happy. The Draco from years ago would have scoffed at this new Draco's view. He would have demanded that people just accept them, too bad so sad, although that Draco probably wouldn't even be with Harry in the first place.
Draco knew that this way was much easier for Harry, and even though it would kill him inside at least he knew that Harry would never have to feel that kind of pain. He would never get hurt when his surrogate family rejects him, or when he gets the first hate letter... Harry would be kept free of the knowledge that would haunt Draco every day.
Slipping out from under the covers, Draco pressed a small kiss to Harry's forehead, and set his feet on the floor. Quickly changing in the adjoining bathroom, he packed his things quietly with a swish of his wand. Shrinking his suitcase and putting it in his pocket, he whispered the most beautiful thing in the world;
"I love you."
And then the worst;
"Obliviate"