Title: The Tale of Draco's Proposal

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: PG13 for suggestion.

Summary: Draco gets Harry a ring.

Prompt: adventdrabbles #5 gift of jewellery

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling and publishers. No offense is meant by this fan fiction and this is made purely for fun.

Word Count: ~970 (Oh my these are getting long)


It was Christmas hols and Harry was at the Burrow blushing furiously as Hermione, Molly, Ginny, Fleur and Angelina hounded him with questions about the details of Draco's proposal a week prior. To say Harry had been surprised would be a severe understatement. Everything about the proposal had caught him off guard and to be completely honest, he doubted he would give out all the details.


Harry got in from work and froze after stumbling out the floo. He gazed at his and Draco's flat, mouth open, and took in the flickering candlelight, the throw neatly laid out near the hearth, the wine-

"Harry," Draco called, "perfect timing."

Harry's eyes shot towards the kitchen where Draco, sporting a tender smile, was floating two plates of what looked to be steak and mash with carrots and green peas. He reckoned the plate with the Yorkshire pudding was his.

"What's all this for?" he breathed.

Draco cocked his head at him and floated the plates to the throw before kissing Harry lightly. "You do realize you aren't the only one in this relationship who can be romantic," Draco said. "I have my moments."

"Normally it means you want something..." he said, trying to remember if Draco had dropped him any hints lately.

"How about you just take your cloak off and enjoy it," Draco said, stroking Harry's waist delicately with his finger, the way he took to doing when he was nervous. "Please."

"Like I'd ever turn this down," he smiled, and kissed Draco's cheek.

The blonde helped him with his cloak and Harry threw it over the couch instead of walking all the way to the coat rack. He toed off his shoes and then took Draco's outstretched hand and was helped to his seat. Whenever the blonde was this attentive Harry would find himself in the odd situations, like taking care of an ill Lucius Malfoy, because with Narcissa in France and Draco having to handle both his and Lucius' workload there was apparently no one trustworthy enough to do it.


"Oh, a romantic dinner by ze 'earth," Fleur smiled, "'ow lovely."

"Fleur, let him finish," Ginny complained.

"You want the rest of it?" Harry asked. Surely they could use their imaginations to fill in the rest.

"Harry, are you really asking us that?" Hermione asked with a scolding gaze.

He looked around to see if he could spot Draco but only the women were in sight. "Draco's with George and the others," Angelina said. "They're doing that overly protective rubbish so just carry on until they get back in here."


"That," Harry began, "was delicious."

Dinner had been wonderful and Draco had clearly put more effort into tonight than he would normally.

"Was it now?" Draco said.

"Yes. You know I love steak and mash," he grinned. "And chocolate mousse."

Draco's lips quirked and he kissed Harry's cheek. "I love you," the blonde murmured, not for the first time.

"I love you too," he said, kissing Draco softly. He smiled and toyed with the ends of the man's hair. "So, are you going to tell me why you're spoiling me?"

"Well, I was wondering-" Draco exhaled and shifted and could not seem to decide whether or not he wanted to look Harry in eyes. "I wanted to ask you..."

"Ask me?" he prompted, frowning. "Is this going to be some really outrageous request?"

"I would hope not," Draco murmured.

"What is it?"

The blonde inhaled and glanced at Harry as he pulled something out of his pocket. "Harry, I was hoping that you would-" Harry's heart stopped when he saw the small velvet box in Draco's palm. "-agree to... becoming my husband."

He stared at the opened box and at the very shiny, very real, platinum band inside it. It was simple, clean, had two shallow groves and was far from flashy. It was as if Draco had plucked the piece of jewellery from Harry's mind.

Harry looked at Draco and the ring and Draco and the candles and the dinner and-

"Harry?" Draco whispered.

He took a breath to say a number of things, like "yes", "of course I'll be your husband", "I love you", "I don't know why you're nervous there's no way I would say no to you" but it all caught in his throat and all he could do was grin like a fool and nod until Draco cupped his face and kissed him fiercely.


"Zat eez so adorable."

"And you were speechless," Ginny said, looking at him as if he were a puppy.

Harry looked away from her big eyes as he fought embarrassment but then there was Hermione smiling at him in the same way Molly was, with that dreamy glassy eyed look that made him uncomfortable. Thankfully Angelina looked somewhat normal.

"Well let's see it," Angelina said, before whispering, "Give them something else to stare at."

Harry awkwardly held his hand out for the women to peruse. He turned his head when he heard laughter and saw Draco walking into the room fighting a smile as Ron clapped him on the back with a grin.

"I absolutely love it," Hermione said.

Harry looked to see her smiling down at his ring and he grinned. "Not as much as I do."


"Mmm, wait, Draco," Harry gasped.

"Yes, my lovely fiancé?" Draco panted.

"Don't you think I should at least put the ring on before we shag?" he asked.

"I reckon you should," Draco grinned, before leaning down to kiss him and reaching for the velvet box. The blonde grabbed his wand as well and Harry frowned before he felt himself slicken and watched Draco cast an enlargement charm on the ring.

"Draco what are you- Oh. I reckon that counts as wearing it," he breathed.

"Rings aren't only for your fingers," Draco smirked.