And now to continue my picture fics. I like having a picture to work off of, helps me keep my visual of what my scene looks like. The picture for this ficlet is as follows:
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And yes, that is a Sweet Home Alabama reference you see.
Draco plopped down onto Harry's stomach with the last bits of the sun dipping below the horizon. The tree above them dipped low enough to tickle their skin as Harry adjusts the blanket behind his head. Finally in their comfortable positions, Draco pushes himself up on his elbows and leans his face close to Harry.
"What do you want to marry me for anyhow?" Draco asks, for the hundredth time that week. A small smirk brushes over his features as he waits for the answer he's heard every time he's asked the question. He trails his fingers under Harry's collar and ghosts the fingernails across the collarbone.
"So I can kiss you anytime I want," Harry replied with his own smile. A few fireflies buzzed around their heads giving the atmosphere a light glow to their escapade. This was their last night ever at Hogwarts and they were going to Gringotts in the morning to sign the necessary paperwork to bond their lives together. Lucius had been kind enough to witness for the Malfoy side of the Malfoy side of the family and Remus stood up for Harry to witness to represent the Potter family after adopting him a few months back.
"Are you absolutely certain that you don't want some outrageously expensive wedding that my mother would have too much fun planning for and decorating?" Harry laughed at the thought of Narcissa Malfoy running around the grand Malfoy manor, preparing for a wedding that cost more than what he probably had in all his vaults.
"I'm quite sure. We are going to be married one way or another love and I don't need some old man giving a drawn out speech about all sorts of nonsense. I love you and you love me, in the end that is all I need, really," Harry replied, rubbing the back of Draco's neck in the spot he knew his fiancée loved.
"One last kiss before you are my husband?" Harry was more willing to oblige the request.
