Harry stepped through the door of the apartment he and his boyfriend shared, stomping snow off of his shoes. It was around 2 o'clock in the morning and Harry was fairly tired after having attended another Ministry function. He really dreaded them, always being bombarded with questions about Voldemort, his private life, and other uncomfortable topics such as the loss of his godfather Sirius. The only thing that made it somewhat tolerable was the presence of his two best friends Ron and Hermione (Soon to be Mr. and Mrs. Weasley). But they had been sick and unable to attend. As for his boyfriend; he was not a fan of Ministry functions as well. Mostly because of the post war prejudices and the stares and taunts of being a former Death Eater. Draco was most certainly not fond of his past, he and Harry had managed to move past that a long time ago. So, Harry had been uncomfortable the entire time trying to slip away from prying eyes and he had finally managed to leave and return home.
He didn't expect Draco to still be up, Harry had told him not to wait up seeing as Ministry functions were always annoyingly long. He walked into the dimly lit flat and put his coat and scarf away next to his Auror robes. He was dragging himself to the bedroom, undoing his tie along the way. He was exhausted and just wanted to sleep in his big comfy bed next to Draco. As he walked through the family room he noticed a sleeping form on the couch.
Draco's light blonde hair glowed in the dim light and soft strands fell into his face moving slightly as he took small breaths. He eyes fluttered softly as he dreamed and his expression was peaceful. He was sleeping on his side in his green flannel bottoms and a grey v-neck shirt to match.
Harry looked at the scene and felt a sense of peacefulness and longing wash over him. Such strong feelings were not usually persistent but he could feel it now like a strong stream puling him with the tide.
He pondered what the sense of longing was and then he realized is what he wanted to come home to for the rest of his life.
He didn't want anyone else, be it man or woman. Not anyone else but Draco.
One day, he told himself, he would marry Draco.
He dropped to a knee beside his sleeping lover, brushing the hair lightly away from his face. He leaned over a placed a soft kiss on his forehead and one to match on his lips. He looked for a reaction but there was none and he whispered softly in his lover's ear.
"I love you, and you don't know it but one day I'll propose to you. That I swear."
Draco sighed and curled up more, as if he was cold. It was the middle of December and Draco was without any blankets.
So Harry went to their bedroom and grabbed the comforter off of it and grabbed Draco's pillow and brought it into the family room. Placing the goose feathered pillow under Draco's head and laying the duvet comforter over him. Sure a blanket would have sufficed, but Harry knew how much Draco secretly loved to be warm and cozy. He watched Draco snuggle back up a content expression on his face.