Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, but you know that already. Carry on, dear reader.
Warnings: Extremely fluffy, implied sex.
AN: This was written back when Jason Derulo's song Marry Me was played on my favorite radio station multiple times a day. I couldn't get the song out of my head, so I wrote this. Why fight it when you can use it, right?
Harry walked sleepily down the stairs, yawning. He normally would be in bed at this hour, but this day happened to be his boyfriend's birthday and he wanted to surprise him with breakfast in bed. For once, Harry was grateful that Draco slept like a rock; he hadn't even woken up when the alarm rang. He busied himself with pancake mix, remembering at the last minute to add little chocolate chips into the batter. He did everything by hand, wanting it all made with love. And besides, he'd never gotten the hang of any of those handy cooking spells that Draco excelled at.
Breakfast tray completed, Harry moved upstairs carefully. Quietly swinging open their bedroom door, Harry's eyes scanned the bed, taking in every line of Draco's body. He smiled to himself. Dray can sleep though anything.
"Drayyy." Harry softly called his boyfriend's nickname in a sing-song voice.
A sleepy head lifted; bleary eyes opened slightly and Harry caught his breath. Draco's silver eyes never failed to capture his attention. "Happy birthday babe."
Draco sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Breakfast in bed, mmmm sexelicious."
Harry laughed. "The sexelicious part will be after the food, babe."
"Why not before?" Draco almost groaned in longing.
"Because you don't like eating cold pancakes, remember?"
"Sod it, you're right." Draco sighed. "Get over here."
Harry brought the tray over, cautiously stepping over the obstacles on the floor; they hadn't been careful undressing last night, too intent on the sensation of touch.
"Ohhh chocolate chip pancakes!" Draco's face lit up as he studied Harry's labor of love.
"Make a wish love." Harry lit the candle in the middle of the stack of cakes with a light flick of his wand, smiling at the look of concentration that had appeared, making his boyfriend almost seem to glow; then Draco blew out the candle with a light huff, and both boys tucked in at once.
Sometime later, the tray somewhere on the floor, Harry lay in Draco's arms, his head placed just over his lover's heart. Stroking his Slytherin's bare skin softly, Harry playfully spoke. "Do I get to ask what you wished for?"
Draco was silent for a moment. "Yes." His voice was quiet, full of anticipation and nervousness. "But first…."He trailed off as he moved, reaching under his pillow to retrieve a small box.
"Draco, it's your birthday! I'm supposed to be giving you a present, not the other way around."
"I know. But it's for me too. Open it."
Harry took the small box. Lifting the cover off, he gasped, eyes darting from Draco's face to the gold and silver striped band nestled within.
"Harry James Potter, will you marry me?"
In answer, the stunned Gryffindor reached under his pillow and pulled out his own tiny box. "Open your present first."
"What - ?" Draco's question cut off as he opened his lover's gift: a red and green striped band. He looked up and Harry. "I guess this means your answer is yes?"
Harry met Draco's gaze. He knew neither one of them needed words, but he wanted to say it anyway.
"Yes. Yes I will marry you."
Draco grinned, closing the space between them. His lips brushed Harry's, teasing for a moment before fully latching on, deepening their embrace. Pulling back, he murmured, "And in answer to your unasked question, yes. Yes I will marry you too."
Harry laughed freely, happily. "I love you."
Draco smiled, bringing his lips to meet his fiancé's. Drawing back, he spoke, his voice husky from desire.
"Am I allowed more than one birthday wish to come true?"
"I think that can be arranged."
~fin~
