Harry smiled as he made his way into Hogwarts. It had been eight years since he had graduated, yet somehow this place still felt like home. Well….his second home. Now, home was with Draco, a charming little flat just outside of London. They had moved in together shortly after graduating and had lived there ever since. However, after a few years, they ended up having to take rooms at Hogwarts as well, for Professor Dumbledore contacted Draco about a new program he was thinking about beginning.

Hogwarts had always taught a Muggle Studies class. However, Dumbledore thought that it might be time to expand on that. Students who came to Hogwarts from all-magical backgrounds often had little to no grasp of the muggle world, and prejudices frequently arose. It would be a good idea to change that, and Dumbledore thought Draco was the perfect person to do it. After all, the blonde himself came from a pureblood family, yet he had taught himself about muggle culture, and loved it. He could lead by example.

So it was that Draco began teaching an elective class on muggle literature at Hogwarts.

Harry thought it was Goddamn adorable. He loved coming to Hogwarts after a long day at work and sneaking into Draco's class, seeing the blonde up at the front of the room, dressed up in a tie and robes but still with his hair a mess (it seemed the default state when Draco was around books), novel in hand as he lectured about anything from Shakespeare to Salinger.

Fuck, it was sexy.

He turned out to be extremely popular with his students as well, if the way they looked at him was any indication. Little hearts practically flew out of their eyes as they stared at them, and Harry had heard more than one adoring sigh on the occasions he had slipped into class. The girls often lingered once the session was done, clamoring for extra attention, and some of the boys did as well.

Yes, Draco was popular. It was this very popularity that lead Professor McGonagall to ask him, come Christmastime, if he would teach an afterschool dancing class in preparation for the Yule Ball. Harry wasn't so crazy about that idea. He liked having Draco's dancing all to himself. Still, seeing the way those grey eyes had lit up at the idea of getting to do more dancing, Harry couldn't begrudge him the lessons.

It was getting towards evening time, and the end of dancing lessons. Harry pushed open the door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom as quietly as he could so as not to disturb those within.

Inside, Draco was partnering a young lady who Harry vaguely recognized….a third year, he believed. She had light brown hair so frizzy that it almost reminded him of Hermione's. The sight brought a smile to his face. Judging by the bright pink of her cheeks, he would bet good money that she had a crush on Draco.

Clearly, Harry hadn't succeeded in his attempt at quiet, for Draco looked up. A smile lit up that lovely face when he saw that it was Harry in the doorway, and he stopped dancing at once. "Well, everyone, it looks like it's that time."

Draco's partner turned to the door to see what had caught Draco's attention and her face immediately darkened with angry storm clouds when she saw Harry. About half the other students wore similar expressions.

Harry winced internally. As soon as Draco's students had realized he was dating Harry, they had immediately developed a severe dislike for the brunette. It would have been frustrating were it not so amusing.

"Sorry," he apologized, but it did nothing to lessen the glares, students muttering as they began gathering their things.

"So I'll see all of you again on Monday." Draco patted a boy on the back as he passed by. "Have a good weekend!"

The students parroted his good wishes back to him as they filed out of the room, leaving the two men alone. Harry smiled at Draco. "They weren't happy to see me."

Draco laughed. "They never are." It was a constant source of amusement to Draco how jealous his students were of his relationship. "Did McGonagall catch you on your way in?"

Harry nodded. "She did."

"What did she want?"

Harry settled his weight back on the desk at the head of the room, the only one that hadn't been pushed aside to make space for dancing. "She wanted to know how much longer I'm planning to be an auror. She'd like me to consider coming back here to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Both of Draco's brows shot up in surprise. "Really? Harry….that…would you want to do that?"

"Hell yeah! Teaching? And here, with you? I'd love that!"

"Soon?" There was a tone to Draco's voice that he was clearly trying to suppress…..Harry thought it was hope. He chuckled.

"Yeah. Soon." Immediately, Draco was in his arms, hugging him tight.

"Thank God," the blonde murmured. Harry laughed softly.

"Worried about me?"

"Always." Draco nuzzled into the curve of Harry's throat, kissing the soft skin; his fingers clutched handfuls of Harry's sweater. "Every time you go out in the field, I worry. I'm so terrified of losing you."

The words made Harry's heart ache. He pressed a kiss to Draco's brow. "Well, you don't have to worry any longer. They want me to take over as soon as possible. So if I'm agreeable, Professor Singer will take his retirement early and I'll start right away."

Immediately, Draco's mouth was on his, kissing him fervently. Harry laughed into the kiss. "I take it that you approve?"

"Yes!" Harry didn't know the last time he had heard Draco sound so happy. "Oh, please."

"Okay. I'll let McGonagall know." He ran his fingers through that messy blonde hair, brushing a lock out of Draco's eyes. "Means we'll be spending much more time here than at the flat."

Draco shrugged. "Can still go home to the flat on the weekends. That way we can spend time with mom."

Narcissa Malfoy had stayed close ever since her escape from her husband. These days, she lived only minutes down the road from them, and they took tea together at least once a week. She loved Harry as if he were her own son….something Draco was working on.

….speaking of which….

"I have something to ask you."

"Oh?" Harry raised a brow. Flushing, Draco nodded, and he turned away, heading to his satchel. Harry watched curiously as Draco rooted around in his bag, finally returning to Harry's side. His cheeks were pink as he offered up a tiny box, opening it to reveal a shining gold band.

"I was going to get silver, but then I remembered Gryffindor, and this seemed more fitting." Harry didn't say a word, merely stared with wide eyes, and Draco flushed even more. "….so? Will you marry me?"

Slowly, those huge green eyes looked up at Draco in disbelief. It wasn't very reassuring. Draco immediately began to panic. "It's fine," he said. "It was stupid. I'm sorry—" He made to put the box away, but Harry grabbed his hand.

"Are you crazy?" It was Draco's turn to stare in surprise. "Of COURSE I'll marry you!" That beautiful face split into a smile, that lovely smile that Harry always wanted to kiss. So he did, cupping Draco's face in his hands and kissing him again, and still again.

By the time he pulled away, the smile on Draco's face had turned somewhat goofy. "Really?"

Harry couldn't help but laugh at that expression. "Really." He offered his hand so that there could be no doubt.

His face aglow with happiness, Draco slipped the ring onto Harry's finger. Immediately, Harry held his hand out to admire the way it looked. They were engaged. He and Draco were engaged. He kissed Draco again, long and slow this time. The blonde clearly had no objections, a hand tangling in Harry's thick brown hair as he pressed back into the kiss, deepening it.

For several moments, the room was silent but for the sounds of their kissing. Then, the kiss was broken when Harry began to laugh.

"What?" Draco was perturbed at the interruption. "What's so funny?"

"Your students are gonna HATE me."

The blonde laughed at that. "Oh, they already do."

Harry couldn't help the burst of laughter. "Thanks a lot."

"Don't mention it." Draco grinned. "Anyway, they should know by now that Draco Malfoy is off the market. That was a done deal a long time ago." Practically from the first moment he had laid eyes on Harry all those years ago in Madame Malkin's dress shop.

Harry smiled as though he too were remembering the confession Draco had made. He brushed a stray lock of golden hair out of Draco's eyes. Draco caught Harry's hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly. He smiled at Harry.

"Would you care to dance, Mr. Potter?"

Harry couldn't help but laugh. "I'd love to, Mr. Malfoy." Holding Draco's hand, he let the man lead him out to the center of the room, and as Draco hummed, they began to waltz.

After a moment or two, Harry could hear words amidst Draco's humming; he listened closer.

"I wanna break every clock…the hands of time could never move again. We could stay in this moment for the rest of our lives."

Harry felt warm butterflies rushing through him; his arm tightened around Draco's waist, pulling the man that much closer as he listened to Draco's sweet voice softly singing.

"I wanna be your last first kiss that you'll ever have. I wanna be your last first love. Till you're lying beside me with arms and eyes open wide. I wanna be your last first kiss for all time."

Harry withdrew just far enough to look Draco in the eye; he softly kissed the blonde. "I love you."

"I love you, too." The words were no more than a whisper. Draco leaned his head on Harry's shoulder and together they danced until darkness fell outside and the stars came out, as bright and shining as their future together.

~fin~