Strangest, Strangely Strange Proposal
Humor
Summary: Harry pops the question...but he's never been the most tactful Gryffindor around...
"Draco, this weekend, something came to me. It was a thought so strong, an idea so strange, that I decided that it just might work. It hit me like a Bludger at a low visibility Quidditch match, and I couldn't ignore it.
"I wasn't sure at first what I was feeling. It was a cross between a really good shag and an okay copy of PlayWizard, without the dumb tampon articles. I realized that there was something about you I liked. Things about you that I tolerated. I found myself hearing you in my head, and I'm sure it's not a Basilisk or Voldemort this time. When something happens during my days, I immediately wonder what you would think, how you would react.
"I believe that this feeling is love. Though it could be constipation. I have mistaken the two before. Terry made me feel like I had diarrhea, and Cho...well, let's not talk about that. But you don't make me feel like I have diarrhea. More like a mild stomach ache. Or a spring cold.
"Anyway, bottom line, I want you to move in with me. I figure, hey, you wear my underwear and borrow my broomstick often enough, why don't you bring your own shit over and stay awhile? It's the next step in our relationship, and of course the fee will be a good shag every once in awhile.
"This feeling I have for you cannot be compared and little Harry says it's okay by him if you accept the request. Draco, will you move in with me?" Harry said, his eyes glistening with emotion. Or was it arousal?
"Hell no, Potter! What the fuck are you on?" And Draco Malfoy stormed from the train compartment containing an earnest Harry, and two giggling side kicks, Hermione and Ron.
END
Yes, I am higher than a kite right now and needed a release. Since Draco isn't willing to strip down and give me a show, I had a little fun. Hi, Nuri-chan!!!