ONE YEAR LATER

Harry's head slammed into the wood of the door, sending parks throughout his vision, though he had trouble caring. His lips were frantic and wet, eagerly kissing Draco's as he was pressed bodily into the door. Draco's hands were in his hair, on his neck, grabbing at his dress robes, never staying in one place long while Harry's were firmly wrapped in the dress robes at Draco's waist. Their tongues fought within their sealed lips and their hearts raced together.

Draco's hands slid up Harry's front, finally finding and working the buttons there. A smirk crossed Harry's lips. Careful not to break their kiss, he pulled one of his hands from Draco's back and reached around him to the doorknob at his hip, locking it.

Mmm," Draco humming between them. "Not wanting any visitors?"

But Harry could only shake his head as Draco removed his dress robes, pushing them to the floor and working next on his undershirt. Harry made to catch up, but he couldn't seem to find the clasps on Draco's front while concentrating on their kiss, only managing to get his fingers lost in the fabric.

Harry groaned and pulled back. "How the devil are your robes tied on you?"

Having managed to undo Harry's shirt without trouble, Draco slid his hands across the bare chest between them, sending chills across Harry's skin and making him tilt his head back at the sensation. Draco's lips locked onto his neck, licking at the area just below his ear. Harry's hips bucked slightly, his excitement growing.

"I-oh...I asked you something," Harry moaned. Draco's hands were trailing carefully down his chest and abdomen, teasing at his pants.

Draco unbuttoned Harry's pants painstakingly slow, nipping at his neck all the while, sending Harry into a daze while he again fumbled his fingers at Draco's dress robes, trying to figure out how to undo them. But when Harry's pants fell to the floor and Draco began to kiss and nibble his way down Harry's front, all brain functions ceased. He could only stand there, breathing heavily against the door, as Draco's nose bumped the skin just beside his erection, cheek grazing his cock without meaning to and making Harry's eyes roll back. Draco's hands were sliding down Harry's sides, coming to rest on his thighs, as he tilted his head to plant a tender kiss to the underside of Harry's cock.

"Ohh f-fuck," Harry moaned softly. Finally giving up on whatever his hands had been trying to do, he rested his hands on Draco's head, gently wrapping them in the hair there.

Draco planted another kiss, then two, then three, all the while moving towards the head. It was painfully slow, and Harry's cock twitched involuntarily with anticipation when Draco's tongue swiped across the slit.

Without warning, Draco's mouth wrapped around Harry's cock entirely, dropping down nearly to the base with his tongue pressing along the length.

Harry stifled a loud moan. "Bl-oody hell."

Encouraged, Draco pulled his head back, his lips tight against the cock in his mouth, licking all the while as he bobbed back down again. Harry's knees shook slightly, and Draco's hands pushed him into the door more firmly as he sucked Harry's cock fast and messy.

"Draco, please," Harry moaned after a minute. The heat of his climax was building deep in his abdomen, and Harry wasn't ready to be done.

With a final slide down the length of Harry's cock, Draco pulled back with a quiet pop and looked up at Harry from his knees. That sight alone could do Harry in, and he was sure Draco and his sly smirk knew it.

Draco's voice was deep and raspy. "I thought this was a...ah, what did you call it? A 'quicky'."

"Ha ha," Harry said, pulling Draco up by the arm. "Now get your clothes off, I can't seem to figure them out."

"Shocker."

Harry crashed his lips onto Draco's, kicking the pants pooled at his feet and his shoes off as he forced Draco against the wall behind him. He nibbled at Draco's lips, drawing out a whimper.

"Okay, okay," Draco whispered against Harry's lips, and he lifted his hands to start finally undressing. Harry continued to kiss him, trying to press his entire body against Draco while still leaving him enough room to remove his pesky clothing. When Draco's dress robes and shirt were gone and only his pants remained, Harry grabbed Draco's wrists and shoved them above his head, deepening their kiss as he grinded his hips onto Draco's. The slick fabric rubbed tantalizingly across Harry's cock as he pressed it over Draco's own.

A filthy groan escaped Draco's lips, and Harry felt him straining at the hands that held him firmly against the wall.

"Ohhh no," Harry muttered, bringing the wrists together and holding them fast with only one of his hands. It was lucky in that sense that Draco was so thin. "Your turn."

"Mmm?" Draco hummed, but Harry ignored him and reached down to remove Draco's pants, pushing them to the floor as best he could and finally releasing Draco's own hard cock. Harry lined their cocks together and thrust himself forward and up slightly, skin rubbing gently together. Draco's head fell back as he moaned and Harry took the opportunity to kiss at the exposed skin of his neck. He thrust forward again.

"Harry-"

"Oh, yes."

Harry gave one last teasing thrust before stepping back, letting Draco's hands fall. It was a gorgeous sight, Draco naked and wanting him, one that Harry wasn't sure he would ever properly get used to even if he wanted. Draco pushed off the wall and took Harry's hand.

"Turn around," he said.

Harry obeyed, and he let his head fall back as Draco kissed his shoulders, one hand gliding over Harry's chest as the other dropped to the space between them at their hips. Pressure made its way to Harry's entrance while Draco's lips moved up his neck and suckled at his earlobe. Subconsciously bending at the waist slightly, Harry turned his head to bring their lips together again, this time slow and tender.

Draco broke the kiss first, pulling back just an inch to whisper, "I love you."

"I love you, too," Harry smiled.

And then Draco thrust inside.

Harry groaned at the sensation, and as Draco pushed into him, kissing him again, Harry found himself rocking back. It took only a thrust or two for Draco's cock to tap that spot within Harry that sent fireworks erupting across his vision, and Harry moaned, his voice just loud enough to echo off the nearby tile.

At the door, there was a sudden knock.

Harry and Draco froze mid-thrust.

"Er..."

"Harry? Malfoy?" Ron shouted through the thankfully locked door. "I know you're in there, and I know what you're doing is absolutely disgusting."

Harry laughed, resuming his rocking on Draco's cock.

"It mean it! It's just wrong, you two, it's just-"

"Better than you'll ever have?" Draco asked, his voice only barely concealing his moan. "I must say, I agree."

"Oh, fuck off, Malfoy!"

"I'm trying, but you're here."

Harry rocked back hard, slamming his arse against Draco's hips and nearly knocking them both off balance.

"Look," Ron slurred, sounding exasperated. "Mum's looking for you two. Thank Merlin I found you before she did...but just...ugh, just hurry it up and go find her, will you? I shouldn't be hunting you prats down at my own wedding."

Harry groaned softly, saying, "Technically, it's the reception. You're already married."

Ron smacked the door once more, his voice fading as he walked away. "Just find her!"

Alone again, Harry looked back to kiss Draco.

"Guess we better get going, mm?" he asked.

"You were the one that wanted to take our time."

Instead of answering, Harry pushed back onto Draco's cock, but Draco quickly took over, grabbing at Harry's hips and thrusting into him repeatedly without stopping. Harry grabbed at the nearby sink for support as he bent forward, hand dropping to his own swollen cock to start pumping in time with Draco's thrusts. It was fast and it was ecstasy, and it was only a few more minutes of furious fucking and stifling moans until Harry found himself trying to catch his release as he climaxed. His muscles contracted around Draco's cock, and it was barely a second more until Draco was gasping, too, his hips stuttering with his own orgasm.

Harry dropped his forehead onto the cool sink, panting. His hands were a mess, but at least their clothes hadn't been sacrificed in the name of love.

Draco carefully pulled out of Harry, who squirmed a bit at the sensation. They both straightened and faced one another, grinning like fools.

"Well..." Draco said, breathing heavily. He gestured to their scattered clothing and then the door. "Shall we?"

Harry laughed, and they quickly dressed and washed up a bit before stepping out into the hallway.

The Burrow was rather quiet on the inside, everyone busy enjoying themselves at the reception outside beneath the summer stars.

It had been a rather beautiful wedding, even if all Harry had to go by was Bill and Fleur's wedding three years previous. They hadn't worried about a tent this time, Hermione wanting to be able to watch the sun set as she and Ron exchanged vows, so the ceremony easily transitioned into the outdoor party that was the current reception. Thanks to Charlie and George, and likely Mr. Weasley, who greatly approved of Hermione, the party was rather well stocked with alcohol. It made for a spectacularly loud and rambunctious occasion.

Among the chaos of intoxicated guests, Harry led Draco by the hand through the crowd in search of Mrs. Weasley.

They passed by endless Weasley relatives, really more a blur of red hair and freckles in varying states of inebriation. But Harry caught sight of plenty of familiar faces as they picked their way through the crowd; Fleur sitting with Andromeda in a far corner with Teddy, loud and two, and the newest Weasley, Victoire, born a little over a year previous; George holding Angelina Johnson's hand as he laughed with Bill, Charlie, and Lee Jordan with his own very pretty guest; Percy and his fiancee talking with Mr. Weasley. The joy all around the garden was palpable, and Harry couldn't keep the grin off his face as he finally spotted Mrs. Weasley and forced their way to her.

"Oh, Harry, Draco, thank goodness I found you," she said, pulling them both into a bone-breaking hug. She pulled back and held onto their robes as she fixed them with a stern glare. "You two staying sober as you promised, right?"

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley," Harry said. "Not a drop, I swear."

She narrowed her eyes a bit more, then beamed as she released them both. "Well good. I know they're adults and all, but I must say that it is nice to know they have you two making sure they get home okay."

Her eyes drifted into the crowd as she spoke, and Harry followed them, spotting the newlywed couple in the center of the chaos. Hermione was laughing, nearly doubling over in her slim white dress, one hand on Luna's shoulder and the other clutching a nearly empty glass of champagne. Ron stood beside her, just as red in the face, laughing with Neville and Hannah Abbott. Dean and Seamus, leaning heavily on one another, stood with them. It was an achingly good sight, Harry thought. But Mrs. Weasley's worry wasn't entirely unfounded. Not even walking, Ron stumbled into Neville, who caught him and laughed as he helped steady him.

"No worries," Draco said to Mrs. Weasley. "We're happy to help."

"That's a relief," said a voice behind them. "Because Ron looks like he's only a quarter hour to blacking out."

Mrs. Weasley frowned. "Don't say that, Ginny, that's nothing to joke about!"

Ginny stepped over to them, holding her own glass of champagne, though hers was mostly full and likely only her first or second. She met Harry's eyes and smiled. It had been well over a year since their official break up and argument in the Hogwarts courtyard, and Harry was pleased with how far they had come. It had taken Harry graduating and them enjoying some distance, but by Ginny's seventh year Christmas, things had become familial again, much to Harry's relief.

"Glad to see you two...ah...hadn't left," Ginny said, winking at Draco, who gave her a silent sneer behind Mrs. Weasley's back.

"Oh, Ginny, they wouldn't have left. Ron and Harry have been friends for nearly a decade! Besides, Harry hasn't gone back on a promise yet."

Ginny snorted into her glass, though she managed to cover it up as a violent sneeze. Harry shot her a glare, but Ginny just shrugged and disappeared back into the crowd with a parting smirk.

Mrs. Weasley sighed fretfully. "I know everyone is enjoying themselves, but it will be a relief when everyone is home safe and sober again. I do hope there's less alcohol at your own wedding, you know."

Harry and Draco both snapped their heads round to Mrs. Weasley. Harry's heart skipped a beat. Surely she hadn't just said that in front of Draco.

Seeming to realize what she said, Mrs. Weasley's face turned bright red. "Oh, dear, I'm so sorry-not quite what I-I'll just go see to Arthur, shall I?"

Fanning her face, she, too, vanished into the crowd.

Harry swallowed and glanced at Draco. His pale face looked as though he had been slapped, and Harry's stomach churned uncomfortably.

"Draco," he said, trying not to sound nervous. "She just gets like that sometimes. She doesn't mean anything by it. She's probably just been drinking herself and-"

But Draco cut him off, grabbing Harry by the hand and dragging him through and away from the party. Harry let himself be led to the darkness of the far side of Mr. Weasley's shed. Draco released his hand when they were out of sight from the lights and eyes of the reception, its sounds drifting over them as though through a filter, soft and vague. Draco took a deep breath, eyes not meeting Harry's right away.

"Hey," Harry said, grabbing Draco's chin and tilting his face up until their eyes finally met. "It's...look, she's just-"

"No, Harry, you don't understand," Draco said, cutting him off. He gulped and reached into his pocket, then dropped onto one knee in front of Harry.

Draco offered up a small ring box that held on display a gorgeous silver band that glittered in the starlight.

"I..." Draco swallowed again. "I asked Mr. and Mrs. Weasley for their blessing before I even bought the ring. I...I wanted to make sure it was okay before I...before I asked you to marry me."

And because Harry was Harry, he burst out laughing.

Bewilderment covered Draco's face, but it quickly gave way to annoyance.

"Well, you don't have to laugh at me," he snapped, making to stand up.

Harry grabbed Draco's shoulder, keeping him on the ground as Harry dropped to his knees as well.

"No, no, no, I'm sorry," Harry laughed. "I'm just laughing because..."

He reached into his pocket and produced his own ring box to Draco that held a very similar band of gold.

"I did the exact same thing," he said, trying to collect himself. "Obviously, I asked your mother, too, but I did the same fucking thing, Draco."

Silence settled between them as Draco stared at the ring in Harry's hand, mouth slightly open. Then he snapped his lips shut and looked back to Harry's eyes.

"So...is that a yes?" Draco asked.

"Only if your answer is 'yes,' too."

"I asked you first. You have to be the one to answer."

"Technically, you didn't ask."

"I basically did. You have to answer first."

"I don't think that's how this works."

"Well, no one wrote a How To Do A Gay Proposal guide," Draco said with an eye roll. "So I'm making it up as I go."

"Why do you get to make the rules?"

Draco smirked. "Because I started it."

"Only because of Mrs. Weasley just now."

"Doesn't matter."

They glared at each other for a moment. After several seconds, Harry's lips twitched into a smile. He couldn't help it. Of course this was how their proposal would go. Laughing softly, Harry nodded.

"Yes. Yes, of course I'll marry you."

Draco's face split into a huge smile, and Harry leaned forward to kiss him. Their lips were pulled too tight in their smiles to kiss properly, but it didn't matter. Nothing really mattered in that moment. It was surreal, Harry and Draco crouching in the midnight shadow of Mr. Weasley's shed outside of Ron and Hermione's wedding reception, sliding bands onto the other's finger. It may not have ever been what Harry had expected or imagined, but it was everything he could have ever wanted.

"Wow," Draco said, admiring the gold band now on his finger. "Engaged. Never thought I'd do it."

"Well, you still have some time to change your mind before you're stuck with me for eternity," Harry said, pulling them both to their feet.

"The phrase is 'bonded for life,' so it's not quite an eternity, just a lifetime."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I bet you'll be bugging me in the afterlife, too."

Draco stopped Harry from leading them back to the party. Harry looked back, knowing he had to be looking at Draco with just as sappy a look in his eyes as Draco was giving him, and it was perfect. He leaned in and kissed Draco's lips, hands coming to rest on his face as Draco's wrapped around Harry's waist. Endless love and devotion poured from one set of lips to the other, filling them both up more than they could ever hope to contain.

"I love you," Harry sighed as their lips came apart.

"I love you, too," Draco said. He broke their embrace, making his way back toward the party. "Come on. Let's find Hermione and Weasley before they make too big a fool of themselves."

"It'd be funnier to let them."

"Come on."

Harry let himself be dragged back into the swarm. The silver band on his finger felt like a beacon on him, the amplified proclamation of love that he had once told Draco he wished to shout from the rooftops. Finally, he felt that he had fulfilled that promise.

As the party unraveled into the night, Harry found he couldn't keep the grin off his face. Not to take away from Ron and Hermione's night, neither he nor Draco brought up their new engagement, but it didn't matter. Harry was in love with his life. The road had been rough, the journey a damned nightmare at times, but Harry felt that he had finally reached the destination he had always sought. He wondered what adventures the future could hold for him, for Draco and Ron and Hermione. Whatever they turned out to be, Harry was confident that they could handle it so long as they had one another.