Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc,. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Author's Note: This is me writing a story to one of the only songs I like in Spanish. And yes, I actually know what its saying... jeez. This is also dedicated to my two best friends, whithout them, I don't know what I'd do.

Moscas en la Casa

Mis dias sin ti son tan oscuros
Tan largos tan grises
Mis dias sin ti
Mis dias sin ti son tan absurdos
Tan agrios tan duros
Mis dias sin ti
Mis dias sin ti no tienen noches
Si alguna aparece
Es inutil dormir
Mis dias sin ti son un derroche
Las horas no tienen principio ni fin
Moscas en la Casa-----Shakira, Donde Estan los Ladrones

Harry looked over at the sleeping, gray-eyed boy in his arms. Even while asleep, Draco's eyebrow kept arching upwards, as if he was too superior for even his dreams. At one point, he even sneered in his sleep.

Harry chuckled and turned off the television. After all, it was no use watching the movie when Draco was asleep. Harry snuggled closer to his boyfriend and began running his fingers through Draco's hair, something he never dared to do if the blond was awake.

And Harry knew he was content. Draco, though snobbish, was also quiet endearing. He was proud, he was smart and he actually fought for what he wanted. Something he probably got for being so spoiled. And luckily, Draco wanted Harry and he got it.

When they had begun their relationship, everybody thought that Draco was the one in charge for he was the one who was always demanding things and was the one who actually made the first move. But as they progressed, Draco had stepped down and showed that he wanted to be taken care of, not the other way around. Harry thought it was because Draco was actually always watched over and had been practically spoon fed all his life.

Draco had reintroduced him to the wizarding world after Harry had destroyed Voldemort and showed him that there was still a life for him to go to.

As Harry watched Draco, he thought about how lost he would be without him. How his days would be too dark, too long, too gray, too absurd, too sour and too hard without him.

Harry smiled as Draco huffed in annoyance about something.

Harry kissed the top of the blond's head and stood up, conjured a blanket and tucked Draco in. He then went to the bedroom and took out a little box. He went back to the living room and kneeled in front of the couch and proceeded to wake Draco up. He had an excuse now, he wasn't too busy and he was sure what he wanted.

"What?"Draco grumbled. His eyes were still shut.

"Draco," Harry opened the box, "sit up and open your eyes."

Draco huffed and did so, when he opened his eyes, he was greeted with the sight of an engagement ring.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Harry cleared his throat. "Draco, will you marry me?"

There was a pause.

"Draco?"

Harry watched as Draco's face of bewilderment changed into one with a small smirk.

"You call that a ring Potter?"

Harry turned even more red."Er..."

"Ask me again when you get me an eight million galleon ring."

Harry gasped. "What?!"

"You heard me, get me a more expensive ring and I will see that you truly love me."

Harry looked like a fish the way he was opening and closing his mouth. "Are you--"

"Get me the ring Potter."

"I can't bel--"

Draco quieted Harry by pecking the stunned boy's lips.

"I'll be waiting." And with that, Draco flounced to the bathroom to take a bath.

Harry stood there for a moment until he began scratching his head. He then went to the fireplace and got some floo powder.

He had a ring to buy.

Author's Note: I am trying to be fluffy... did I do well?