Disclaimer: None of these oh-so-pretty characters are mine. They all belong to the extremely talented J. K. Rowling.

Ron didn't want to believe it. It couldn't be true. But there it was—Harry and Draco were dating.

At first they tried to hide it from him. "We're not dating, honestly, Ron!" Harry exclaimed one night. "We're just friends, that's all." His mussed up hair and faint pink tint told another tale.

"Really, Ron, you don't need to worry," Hermione scolded one night as she studied. Ron was sulking in a chair near the fire. "It's only lust; it will never last."

Still, Ron should have known it was something more when he walked and found them wanking together.

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Harry was on his bed when it happened.

Draco was nestled snugly at Harry's side. Their bodies were warm and salty with sweat after the evening's activities. Harry smiled as he hugged Draco closer to his body. The blonde was half asleep and, in Harry's opinion, at his very best. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was slow and even. His soft pink mouth was turned up in a half-smile. Harry's eyes traveled down over the graceful neck he loved to caress so much. He watched as Draco's pale, naked chest rose and fell with every breath. He never ceased to be amazed at how beautiful Draco was.

Harry leaned over and gently kissed Draco's porcelain cheek. Draco's pale lashes fluttered on his cheeks at the light touch. He stirred and opened his grayeyes. "Hmm?" he murmered. He stretched an arm out across Harry's torso.

Harry smiled. "Shh. Nothing, Draco," he whispered back. "Go to sleep."

"Mmmkay," Draco sighed, his dreams claiming him again. "G'night, Harry. Love you."

Harry's heart skipped a beat. They had never said that to each other. Harry smiled and brushed a lock of silky hair off of Draco's forehead. "I love you, too."

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It was a sunny Sunday morning when Draco awoke. He blinked his eyes and focused on Harry's sleeping face. He looked so peaceful that Draco didn't want to move.

Draco slowly made his way out of the bed. The cool morning air in their flat brushed against his bare body. He shivered and slid into his green silk robe.

Draco looked back at his sleeping lover. Harry had curled into the warm spot Draco had left. His nose was buried in the corner of Draco's pillow. He looked so much like a little boy that he had to smile. There was no denying it, Draco realized; Harry would always be cute.

Draco opened a drawer. He carefully rifled through his clothes until he found what he was looking for. It was a tiny, black, velvet box. He checked to see that Harry was still sleeping and opened it only after watching Harry's chest rise and fall a few times. Inside, a simple gold band waited. Draco nodded to himself and placed it back in the drawer. He made his way over to the bed again. "Wake up, love," he said as he shook Harry's shoulder. "We have a busy day."

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Ron waited patiently near Harry's side. The ceremony had been beautiful so far. He listened as Harry and Draco began to exchange their vows. His eyes drifted over the guests. His mother, as always, was beaming at the pair through teary eyes. Hagrid, sniffing quietly, sat with a handkerchief the size of a beach blanket on his lap.

His eyes fluttered back to the front. Hermione, radiant in her lavender dress, stood near Draco, flowers in hand. She was wrong, he realized. All those years ago, she was wrong. They had lasted.

Ron smiled. He was glad that they did.