God, I'm stupid. I'm really sorry guys. D: Thanks to anyone who's reading even though I'm a dumbass and don't post because I'm lazy.
Draco leapt out of his chair, locking his arms around Harry's neck, almost bursting into tears. Of course, he said yes.
They had a small, private wedding, where only a few people came. It was small, but nice.
Draco's mom and dad came. Remus and Sirius drove down from Montana. Mark came with his new British photographer friend, who was nearly as crazy as him. Cedric came with Alicia. Even Ron and Hermione, who Draco had only meet twice in his life, came. Things couldn't' have been better. Though Draco could do without all the cats Harry seemed to be looking at adopting. He already had three.
Cedric declared his love for Alicia, and they started dating soon after. Mark and the photographer hit it off big time. Yes, love was everywhere.
Harry and Draco's career had taken off big time, and they were now some of the most famous models the world had ever seen. They did shoots all over the world. Things were better than Draco had ever hopped for.
One bright and sunny day, things in paradise, came crashing down around their feet.
"Draco! Do you want steak or chicken for dinner?" Harry called from the kitchen, where he was twirling around with a pot.
"Steak is fine!" Draco replied from the living room. He stood up, followed by Selena, who was bouncing along. Even at this far along in her pregnancy the hyper thing wouldn't sit still. The father of her love children was sitting in Harry's lazy boy chair. This place was running ramped with cats. Well soon it would be anyway. With three adult cats and a litter of kittens on the way (which he suspected Harry was going to keep each one of them), Draco didn't know what he was going to do.
As he entered the kitchen, he had to contain giggles. There was stuff everywhere. Harry might have become a talented cook, but he certainly liked to spread out while he did so.
Harry and Draco were sitting at the kitchen table just after finishing dinner, when the doorbell rang. Harry hopped up with a singing "I'll get it!!" He flounced, yes flounced, down the hallway and into the main entry way to the pent house apartment they shared. Draco rolled his eyes, before following at a much more normal walk.
He leaned into the hallway to glance at the door. He saw Harry twist open the lock, and suddenly he felt that something very horrible was going to happen. It was too late, because as Harry opened the door, his smile dropped as the barrel of a gun was shoved in his face.
I'm a terrible person. First I don't post for forever, now I leave you with a cliff hanger like this? Goodness what are we going to do with me. I'll post within the next two weeks, I promise. Please review.
