Chapter 21

Draco still felt bad about being an idiot the previous day. Harry clearly forgave him wholeheartedly, but Draco knew that they still had to talk about it. The fact that two of Draco's closest friends didn't approve of his and Harry's engagement would take a toll on them if they didn't hash it out now.

Harry was working late today, and Draco had finished his last bit of work early, and he returned to a house empty aside from little puppy Kreacher, who yapped excitedly at Draco's return.

Now Draco wasn't by any means a romantic person. He'd grudgingly sprung a few sweet surprises on Harry over the past few years, but he'd never gone all out with ribbons and candles and flower petals – that was more Harry's thing. But since Draco had been a bit of a git – alright, a lot of a git – he was going to make up for it...somehow.

Which was why, two hours later, Harry came home to find their living room with the lights dimmed, several scented candles lit, and two vases of flowers resting on the table. The Christmas tree was fully lit up and there was a fire going in the hearth, and Kreacher was lounging easily nearby. There were also two plates and two wine glasses set on another table.

"Draco?" Harry called, and Draco shyly glanced up from the sofa where he was seated. He'd spent the past hour or so making sure everything was absolutely perfect. For some odd reason, he felt nervous.

"I'm here," he murmured.

Harry turned towards him, and Draco's heart skipped one or two beats when he realised that his fiancé was smiling at him, that same softness in his eyes. "Did you do this?" he asked, gesturing to the lovely room around them.

Draco rolled his eyes. "No, of course not, Potter. Kreacher set up the room and cooked you dinner."

Harry laughed. "There's my Draco," he grinned. "For a second, I wasn't sure where you'd gone. I mean, candles? Flowers? And is that classical music playing in the background?" Draco scowled at him. Harry laughed again and strode over to Draco, tugging him up off the sofa and catching him securely in his arms. "What's all this for?" he asked.

Draco tried not to blush, condemning his pale complexion for making it very obvious every time Harry managed to bring colour to his cheeks. "I just...it's an apology. And we need to have an actual talk about Pansy and Theo."

Harry nodded seriously, looking around the room again before returning his attention to Draco. Perhaps he managed to see the little bit of worry playing in Draco's eyes, because he smiled very gently. "I love it," he said. "It's wonderful."

Draco exhaled a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. Harry captured Draco's lips tenderly in his own for a short moment, and suddenly, Draco just knew they were going to be alright.

Sorry this is so short! I might upload another chapter later.