Chapter Two:

Decisions

"What?"

"Marry me, Harry."

"You're insane, Draco Malfoy."

"Maybe, but I still want to marry you."

"Are you asking me just to get me out of this fix?"

"Would I do that?"

"That's not answering the question."

They looked away from each stubbornly, falling into silence with the question hanging heavily over them like threatening storm clouds.

Draco's eyes were hooded, giving nothing away.

Harry's eyes were confused, searching for something, anything that would answer the question that the blond refused to voice. He wanted to be angry: how could Draco do this to him? How could he sink so low as to take something so precious and propose it as though it was nothing. His wishful thinking had him hoping that Draco Malfoy did indeed want to marry him, that he really did care that much for him. Yet, at the same time he wanted to ran away from anything that was 'wedding', because quite frankly the whole idea was starting to sound rather ridiculous anyways.

"I would do anything for you." The blond whispered at last.

"Don't do me any favours!" Harry huffed, wounded.

"You know it nothing like that. I want you all for myself." The whisper was heated.

"Really?"

"Really, really," Draco echoed softly.

"This is not because you feel sorry for me?" Harry asked again, crossing his arms stubbornly.

"There is nothing about you that I should feel sorry for." Draco smiled gently.

The silence fell again, but the tension was gone. Harry unwrapped his arms from his chest and tilted his head to the side. Green and grey eyes met and locked, conversing far better than words ever could.

"Draco Malfoy," Harry whispered.

"Yes, Harry Potter?" Draco said just as quietly.

"Kiss me." The brunet requested, leaning in just a fraction.

Draco smirked, leaning forward and complying, pressing a small peck on the pouting lips. "You're simply adorable." The smirk slipped, turning into a contect smile. "Say yes," he pressed another teasing peck.

"Yes."

Draco groaned in surprised pleasure before covering Harry's lips with a hungry kiss, his tongue begging for entrance into the innocent mouth. Entrance that was eagerly granted.

...

"Hey mate, what took you so long?" Ron slapped Harry on the shoulder as the brunet entered the house, his blond companion following close behind.

"Oh you know, death and taxes." Harry shrugged, getting a cocked eyebrow from Draco as Ron chocked on his half laugh, half gasp of surprise. The brunet took pity on his redhead friend and slapped his back to get him to breathe more easily as they walked through the house.

"Whatever mate, everyone is out back now, just don't take too long." Ron shook his head, throwing the two young men a suspicuous look as Draco pulled Harry back from the backdoor.

The two watched as the tall man made his way out of the door and walked down the path to join the rest of the family that were starting the late, but not any less extravegant, lunch.

"You have got to tell me what that is all about, all I've heard from Weasley is 'death and taxes' and now you too?" Draco turned the smaller man around to face him.

Harry bit into his lip, debating whether to tell the blond the truth or just half of it. "It's a silly little thing, really," he stalled, recalling that Hermione usually said the same thing when she didn't want to get into a conversation. Obviously Draco also realised this as he lifted his eyebrows as though to say, 'Not you too, and don't even try to lie to me.' Harry swallowed. "Hermione introduced Ron to the art of muggle movies..."

"Yes, I have seen 'Meet Joe Black'." Draco said quickly before Harry could start rambling.

Harry blushed, "well, Ron has been spouting about the fact that you and me can't live without each other and that we're a sure thing... you know like death and taxes... and couples in love." Harry headged meekly.

"What do you mean, Ron has been saying that we're a sure thing. You're supposed to be marrying his baby sister and he's professing your love for me?"

"In so many words, yeah. He said that Ginny's just not right for me and that I'm being foolish getting into this just to make Molly happy." Harry murmured shyly.

"Would you have gone through with it if Ginevra hadn't postponed and if I hadn't proposed?" Draco asked quietly.

"Probably, I didn't know you felt the same way." The brunet whispered.

"So... if I had told you that I loved you and Ginevra hadn't gotten coldfeet...?"

"I would have agonised for days on end... walk up to the alter, taken one look at you and probably cancelled the whole thing there and then." The Gryffindor laughed shakily.

Draco let a slow grin spread across his lips before suddenly grabbing Harry and pulling him against his chest. Harry let out a surprised gasp, his eyes meeting the intense gaze of the aristocrat. They lost themselves in the feel of each other as their eyes searched and drowned. "At least now I know that Weasley won't attempt to kill me the moment they realise that Weaselette isn't turning up and that I'm taking her place... taking my rightful place by your side." He emphasised by pressing their bodies closer.

"There will be some tears, some outraged calls of confusion and then we will kiss and everything else will fall into place." Harry mumbled breathless, his eyes alternatevely flicking from grey eyes to smirking lips.

"Then I will take you to our secret honeymoon paradise and ravish you for hours, before I make love to you." Pale lashes lowered, the husky whisper making Harry gulp in anticipation if a little fearful. "Tell me, Harry, would you prefer to make love under the stars, in a lagoon or in a big Queen size bed surrounded by candels?"

"Oh Draco--" The small gasp was feverish, and Harry knew that if the blond wasn't holding him so tightly - so possessively - he would have fallen by now. But then the thought of a possessive Malfoy made his knees tremble precauriously and he wasn't so sure if Draco's arms would be enough to keep him standing up right.

"I can feel you against me... can you feel me? I'm hard just looking at you, but thinking of holding you naked, tasting your burning and sweaty skin, having your slender fingers buried in my hair, feeling your hot breath against mine, your legs wrapped tight around me as I sink deeper and deeper into your heat, your love... oh gods, Harry marry me now." Draco gasped, burying his face behind the green-eyed man's ear. "I don't think I can keep my hands off you for the next two weeks."

Harry clang closer to the blond, turning his burning face to bury it in the silky strands of hair. He opened his mouth to whisper a heated option, already knowing that Draco would refuse in face of keeping his honour intact until their wedding night, but before he tried to defy all logic and Draco's argument Mrs Weasley walked into room and pasued with a gasp.

"Harry dear, are you ok?" She asked quickly, bustling over to the clinging couple.

Before Harry could think of anything to say, Draco lifted his head and smiled winningly at the older woman. "Wedding gitters, it doesn't just happen to the bride." He pulled Harry closer as he felt the brunet relax into his frame.

"Oh, of course, poor dear. Harry, are you sure I can't take care of the ceremony, I know the reception is a little crazy but I am sure I can still fit it in." Molly Weasley pressed, worried mainly that Harry wouldn't pull through and have the proper preparations done in time and accordingly.

Draco bristled at the unvoiced concerns and the manner in which the redhead said she could fit in the ceremony into her other plans. "There is nothing to worry about, Ma'am. The ceremony is taken care off. This is nothing to be done halfway. Harry deserves the very best for his wedding."

"As does my daughter." Mrs Weasley added hastily, implying that she had little faith in their handling.

"That is questionable," Draco mumbled but only Harry heard him as they were still wrapped around each other and Molly was making her way to the kitchen.

"Maybe we should just leave." Harry suggested meekly as he buried his face deeper against Draco's pale throat, inhaling deeply until he was dizzy from the aristocrat's scent and their arosal.

"No love, we will face them, and although they have no idea of what they are fully celebrating right now, we do and we will cherish it fully. I know you want your friends to be part of this, even if they are in the dark for the time being." The blond pulled back and smiled indulgently, caressing the blushing cheek of his beloved with his thumb and pressing a chaste kiss against pouty lips.