Chapter Fourteen

The weekend was a smorgasbord of intimacy for Harry and Draco. It seemed to Harry that they were together almost every moment. From the time they stirred awake in the morning till the time their eyes fluttered shut in sleep at night, they basked in the joy of their affections. Draco could not have believed it possible to love Harry James Potter any more than he did, until they settled into a sated heap on the floor in front of Draco's fireplace. Midway through weekend they wanted a change of scenery without being forced to see anyone else. Having purchased a flat in London some time ago, Draco was immensely grateful now as they snuggled together under the soft chenille blankets piled in the floor.

Draco ran his fingers slowly through Harry's hair as he watched the love of his life catch his breath after such incredibly sweet and sincere lovemaking.

"I don't know what I would have done if I had not walked into that bar three weeks ago, Harry," the blond murmured. "You've been such a breath of fresh air in my life."

"I am almost grateful that Terry took me to such a garish place to break up," Harry giggled. "And because he is such a douche-bag for making that bet with you."

Draco stiffened in indignation. "I did not make that bet, Harry."

The brunet giggled once more. "Yes, but I don't think you will ever convince Terry otherwise," Harry quipped.

"Well," Draco sighed, "On to more serious matters."

"I'm too tired to get it up again love," Harry lamented.

"Tempting, love, but no," Draco snickered, "What are we going to do to get even with Terry. A Malfoy never leaves the score unsettled."

"How about an extremely embarrassing public article in the Prophet?"

The blond shook his head, "No, we need to come up with something much more conniving, and unpleasant…." Both lay there for some time mulling over plans of revenge against Terry, before Draco nearly squealed with glee.

"I have just the thing," he gushed with sadistic joy. Jumping up, Draco ran from the room starkers only to return equally naked holding two rolls of parchment in his hand.

Before he could begin to explain however, the floo whooshed and out stepped Terry Boot, Pansy Parkinson, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, and Molly and Arthur Weasley in rapid succession.

Draco scrambled for cover snatching a fleecy blanket and wrapping it around his waist before grabbing Harry's wrist and dragging him around behind the sofa with him for cover. Red faced in both embarrassment and indignation, Draco growled.

"What the bloody buggering hell do you think you're doing barging into my flat without even a call?" He snarled.

"To preserve the Malfoy name of course," Lucius sniffed disdainfully.

"See," Terry accused, "I told you, Draco was up to something," He's seduced my future husband right out from under my nose.

At Terry's accusation, Harry stood up and glared owlishly at their unwanted company. "And when pray tell, was I to be made known of this engagement?" He sniped. "Before or after you dumped me, and then attempted to dupe Draco into making that sleazy bet with you?"

"It was just a matter of time," Terry replied snootily, "You would have come back to me once you realized what an utterly self absorbed pig Malfoy really is."

"Well aren't you the pot calling the cauldron black," Harry seethed, "Especially since you dumped me in a muggle club because I wouldn't put out for you. We'd only been dating a couple months for Merlin's sake Terry. I needed time."

"About three weeks of it by the look of things," Terry quipped snidely, "Didn't take you long to spread your legs for Malfoy. Did he agree to share the proceeds with you?"

"As if he or I need any of your money," Draco snapped disdainfully. "And not that it's any of your business, but I happen to love Harry for more than his money and his famous scar."

Pansy took her time to interject at that moment, "Now Draco, I know this is just a phase, but you have to realize that your family needs an heir, your future is to marry a pureblood heiress and preserve the line. It is not your job to go gallivanting off with the likes of Potter."

Molly Weasely bristled immediately at Pansy's comment, "You see here, young lady," the Weasely Matriarch commanded, "Harry is a fine young man, and as long as Malfoy Jr. isn't stringing him along," she paused to glare menacingly at Draco, "He'd not do better than my son." Harry's heart swelled with love for his surrogate mother.

"Well, I'll not have Draco saddled to someone he doesn't love," Narcissa interjected. "If he chooses Harry then I'm happy."

"It's not your choice," Lucius bellowed.

"You're right, it's not," Draco added, "But thank you mother. I choose Harry, because I love him, because when I'm with him my life is brilliant and everything seems brighter. I choose Harry because I can't imagine spending one moment without him. Because if he loves me even a fraction of how much I love him, I will be the luckiest wizard alive."

"This is ridiculous," Terry and Lucius bellowed simultaneously.

"No," Draco snarled, "What's ridiculous is waiting another moment before asking…" he turned and grabbed Harry's trembling hands firmly, "I would have waited and done this better in a month or two, but I think it's the only way they will ever understand," the brunet's eyes widened and grew glassy. "Will you Harry James Potter do me the honor of marrying me?"

Harry nodded numbly, "I love you. I would do anything to spend my life with you."

Without missing a beat, Draco pulled off his signet ring, and slipped it effortlessly onto Harry's hand. "I will get you something better later," he whispered against his lover's cheek. Then the blonde's head snapped around to glare at those assembled in his home. "Now, will you please get the hell out of my house? I would like to celebrate with my fiancé." Terry looked like he tried to swallow fire whiskey and it went down the wrong pipe. Narcissa was smiling with unveiled enthusiasm, while Pansy appeared to have lost the ability to speak entirely.

Finally, Molly Weasley broke the silence, "Well, that's that then isn't it." Arthur clapped Harry on back before turning toward the fireplace. "Be seeing the two of you this next Sunday for dinner of course. It is a family dinner, don't forget."

Harry and Draco nodded quickly.

"Don't worry about your father, Draco, darling," Narcissa told him brightly, as Lucius stepped through the fire in a whoosh, his cloak billowing ominously behind him. "I'll sort him out just fine. Then we can plan the most fantastic Malfoy wedding to ever hit Wizarding society." Once the room cleared out, Harry and Draco were left alone they burst out into hysterical laughter.

"This is the best engagement ever." Draco told his lover between giggles. "I can't wait to tell our children about it."

Harry sobered for a moment, "I love you, Draco. Don't ever doubt it, and I can't wait to have children with you."

"Let's just make it through the next few weeks, my father and the despicable duo made up of Pansy Parkinson and Terry Boot will not give up very easily."

"Bring it on." Harry smirked. "I'll kick their arses just like Tom's."