Getting a pensieve into the hospital wasn't nearly as easy as Harry had anticipated. Draco's primary Healer decided that it would be a bad idea to force memories on him so soon, while he was still in such a delicate state of mind. But when Harry set his mind to something, he always saw it through. Using his name to pull strings with the Healer's superiors was not something that he was proud of, but he figured it was a small price to pay in the long run.

The moment Harry walked into Draco's room, the blond was immediately on guard.

"What do you want?" he snapped.

Harry walked over to his bedside slowly, Healer in tow with a small pensieve in her hands. "You're being released soon, Draco. And even though I know you want to go straight back to the Manor, I think it would be best if you returned to your normal life… with me." Draco opened his mouth to retort, but Harry cut him off. "You wanted proof that we love each other. I brought a pensieve."

Draco eyed it skeptically as the Healer placed it onto his lap. "How do I know you haven't altered your memories?"

The brunet huffed and crossed his arms childishly. "Why would I alter my memories to get you to come live with me if we actually still hated each other?"

Though the blond was still glancing warily between Harry and the pensieve, Harry took his silence as opportunity to pull out his wand, place the tip to his temple, and conjure up the memory of the day he proposed. He smiled as he carefully placed the silvery strand into the pensieve, and after another moment of hesitation, Draco began to watch.

Draco almost pulled away the moment he took his first glance in. There he was, a younger, slightly more familiar version of himself, tangled up in bed with the Golden Boy himself. They were just laying there, Draco's head on the other boy's bare chest, tan fingers running through his platinum locks lazily. Something about the domesticity of the scene intrigued him enough to make him continue watching. They looked so comfortable together, as if this was something that happened regularly. As if they really were married.

"Draco?"

He was torn out of his trance by memory Harry. Memory Draco seemed annoyed at the interruption, grunted, and scooted closer to him.

Harry seemed insistent though. "Draco, you know I love you, right?" He was chewing on his lip, he seemed nervous.

"I know. Go back to bed." Draco mumbled.

A few minutes passed by where nothing was said. Draco was practically asleep again, but Harry was wide awake, blinking into the dim light of their bedroom.

Draco thought the memory might be over, and was preparing to pull back, when finally, Harry spoke again.

"Draco, will you marry me?"

Memory Draco seemed considerably less shocked than the current one was. He just chuckled before glancing up at Harry. "C'mon, I know I'm good but a proposal?" Draco choked back his revulsion and continued watching, his interest piqued despite how vulgar the idea of being intimate with Potter seemed.

Harry remained silent and his cheeks turned bright red as he shifted to grab something from his night stand. He pulled it back, a velvet box resting in his palm. Draco immediately shot upright, finally awake. "Merlin, you're serious," he breathed, face remaining carefully blank.

The brunet opened the box to reveal a simple silver band within. He turned to face Draco completely. "I've never been so serious in my life."

Draco shook his head and slid slightly further away. "No. Harry, I've done nothing but hurt people, and you've done nothing but save them. You deserve someone so much better than me."

"This isn't about what's happened in the past or what we deserve. I don't care about that stuff," Harry insisted, reaching out and grabbing Draco's hand. "I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. The only thing I care about is whether or not you feel the same."

Memory Draco stared longingly at the ring for so long that Draco thought for a moment he might actually say no. But finally he looked back to Harry and the widest, most genuine smile Draco could ever remember gracing his own features was blooming across his face. A whispered "yes" was all Harry needed to hear before he threw himself across the bed and pressed his lips passionately against Draco's. The memory started to fade as the two separated and Harry slipped the ring onto Draco's left hand.

Harry was staring at him anxiously as he readjusted himself to his surroundings. For the first time since he had woken up, Draco began to seriously consider the fact that maybe he was actually married to Harry Potter. How the hell that had ever happened was beyond him, but stranger things had happened to him. Maybe.

"Draco?"

Draco glared up at Harry out of habit. His first name sounded so unnatural coming from the Golden Boy. "It's Malfoy," he snapped.

Harry smiled wryly. "Actually, it's Potter."

"I took your last name?" Draco questioned harshly. Harry nodded once. "Why the bloody hell would I do that?" he asked, though he suspected he already knew the answer. The great Malfoy name was probably tainted and stigmatized after the war. Maybe things were bad enough that he changed it willingly.

The brunet just shrugged noncommittally. "Do you believe me now?"

Draco ran a pale hand through his already messy blond hair and grimaced. He knew he looked awful and probably would have been ashamed if it weren't for Potter looking so disheveled as well. His hair looked like it hadn't seen a brush in weeks, his skin was lacking its usual healthy tan, and his clothes were rumpled and he was pretty sure they were the same ones he had been wearing yesterday. Draco's nose scrunched in distaste at the idea of being married to this man.

He was about to refuse to go back to Potter's home when a sudden image from the pensieve hit him like a rogue bludger. Him and Potter, tangled up in the brunet's bed, grinning at each other like there was nothing else in the world that mattered to them. Draco couldn't remember ever being that happy before. And wasn't that what he had been fighting for in the war all those years ago? A chance to be free and happy. He figured he owed it to himself to keep fighting when that memory told him there was a shot that happiness was so close within his reach.

The blond crossed his arms and huffed. Just because he knew this might make him happier in the long run didn't mean that he had to be happy about it now.

"Fine," he finally said. Potter, who had been looking more and more disheartened by the second, perked up immediately. "I suppose I believe you."

"And you'll come live with me again?" Potter asked, not doing anything to hide his desperation.

Draco nodded tersely. "Yes, I'll come live with you. When do we leave?"

A/N: For anyone who has stuck with me through the long wait, thank you. Sorry about how long this took, life just completely got in the way and I kind of forgot about this for a while. Hopefully I'll be able to update pretty regularly for a while after this! This chapter's pretty short too, I just wanted to get you guys something. Next chapter will be longer for sure. Thanks again, please review!