A/N: I spent my whole birthday on this chapter so like it and review, gosh dang it! Sorry this took so long I... Um... Sorta forgot the plot to my own story and hands to read through it. I apologize for the scatteredness of this and the seemingly random event near the end.

Harry was content as he walked to breakfast with Draco. The meeting last night had upset him greatly, but he knew Severus had to go. Once Severus was safely within their quarters again, Harry had managed to relax enough to fall asleep. Regardless, Draco held him tight.

The emotional support his family provided helped him greatly. Harry could see their worry for him. No one could blame them after his attempted suicide over the summer. He was growing accustomed to the rollercoaster of emotions though. Harry and Draco reached the Great Hall and entered without a sound. Very few people noticed them enter, but of course Dumbledore did. The old man had a boastful gleam in his eye as he watched the pair sit with their classmates.

The Slytherins greeted them, but they had a questioning look in their eyes. They knew there had been a meeting because Severus set an alarm to inform them if he was called. Draco gave a slight shake of his head, nothing too bad had happened and he would explain to them later. The tense moment then dissipated and they dissolved into friendly conversations.

Pansy was trying desperately to talk Harry into letting her give him a makeover, but it was making him nervous listening to her natter on about color schemes. Draco was amused by this, but soon took pity on the poor boy and pulled him into a conversation about Quidditch with him and Blaise. Harry gratefully, and happily, dove right into the discussion and relaxed.

Draco was relieved that the Slytherins accepted Harry. True, they were all a bit in we at his creature status, so naturally they wanted to be on his good side for future reference. They knew now that Harry could sense emotions and they all genuinely wanted to be friends with him, regardless of his political influence.

Classes started in twenty minutes so Harry and Draco needed to retrieve their books. The boys stood, about to exit the great hall, when Harry's eyes locked on Dumbledore's. The man's aura lashed out across the room and knocked Harry back. Draco steadied him and asked what was wrong; Harry looked into his eyes and gave a slight shake of his head. They couldn't speak of it in there. Harry was confused. When Dumbledore's aura hit him he could feel the old man's haughtiness and how he was extremely pleased with himself. This could not bode well.

Friday had passed quickly after Dumbledore's aura flare. Harry had explained it to his family before class and they agreed the man must be up to something. The boys had attended their classes and spent the evening with the Slytherins, strengthening the growing friendships. Artemis had shown up just before the boys went to bed and announced she would be gone for a while, there was a situation she needed to deal with and it was to hostile for her to ignore.

Days passed and neither Remus nor Severus could find anything amiss with the headmaster, so they told the boys this and stopped their fruitless search. The only thing they had noticed was that the elderly man was receiving more mail than usual. Hardly anything they could accuse him for.

The two teens had grown even more intimate and had ended up in some steamy moments, the last few days. If the adults noticed, they didn't say anything. It was on Wednesday, while they were finishing up their homework before bed, where Draco made his decision. He had been working towards it for some time but he finally decided that he really wanted this.

He turned to Harry, who was putting the lid on his inkbottle. Draco took the ink out of Harry's hands and the boy looked at him questionably. Draco let a gentle smile come across his face, and then began to speak. "Harry, I know we have only been together for a few weeks and I can't find the words to describe how I feel about you. Words would not do these feelings justice. I see others looking at me with scorn because you are with me, and they cant be with you themselves. I love you so much, that even thinking about you causes me to grin and feel warm inside. This may seem a bit sudden and yes we are young and well… I guess what I'm trying to say is…. Harry Potter, Will you marry me?"

Once Harry registered the question, he launched himself at his mate, knocking them both to the floor in the process, and kissed the startled blonde. The kiss only lasted about ten seconds before Harry pulled back grinning. "Of course I'll marry you, you prat." Harry said with a chuckle.

Severus and Remus entered then, having heard something fall. They stopped when they saw that Harry had Draco pinned to the floor. "Just what are you two doing?" Severus asked, rolling his eyes. The teens picked themselves up off the floor and looked to the other for permission to tell the news. They nodded at one another. Now given permission, Harry just blurted it out. "Draco just proposed and I said yes!" The looks on his parent's faces were conflicted.

They both looked happy and concerned. "Harry," Remus began, "do you think you two are ready for this commitment?"

"Remus, I know you think we are moving too fast, but he is my mate. He had already fallen in love with me before this and I literally cannot live without him." Harry said firmly.

It was Severus' turn to speak up. "Do you think it wise to announce to the entire wizarding world who your mate is? While the public does not know you are a creature; the Death Eaters do. They will immediately tell the Dark Lord." His voice held concern, but was delivered in a way that, had Harry not spent part of the summer with the man, he would not have caught the emotion.

"I suspect Voldemort already knows who my mate is, we could give him a false sense of victory by letting him think he has the upper hand. They will find out soon enough anyways, because I was going to ask you to take me shopping for clothes, with Pansy and Draco. The clothes I have are not fit to be worn by a troll." Harry stated calmly.

Severus thought this over for a minute, before nodding. "Fine. Do the two of you know when you wish to have the ceremony?"

Draco dove at the slight subject change. "Hopefully as soon as possible?" He turned it into a question.

"Yes, definitely soon." Harry said nodding; he turned to face his mate. "I don't want to wait too long. The war is escalating quickly and if I end up dying…" Harry trailed off as tears gathered in his eyes. Draco wrapped the boy in a hug; after a few moments Harry looked up. "If I end up dying, I don't want you to be remembered as a fling or passing boyfriend. I want everyone to know what you mean to me." Turning back to the two adults he spoke again. "I also want you two to formally adopt me. Don't start Remus." He said, seeing the man open his mouth to speak, and Remus shut his mouth. "I know what you were about to say. That you can't because you are a werewolf, however you seem to have forgotten that I am not human."

Remus shook his head in wry amusement, knowing the boy had a point. "So do you want to, legally, be my parents?" Harry said, actually asking now, rather than stating his desire for it.

Both adults gave an affirmative and Harry smiled, truly happy. "As for the wedding… I think this weekend is too soon but next weekend should work, I guess. We can get what we need when we go shopping, then owl order what we forget. Sound like a plan? Oh and we could go to Diagon Alley this weekend as well as the Ministry, if you want to get that out of the way too?" He looked at the other three questioningly, to see if they agree. They all nodded.

Harry laughed and hugged the two men before telling them that he needed to sleep. Once they were gone Harry packed up the rest of his schoolwork, changed clothes, and crawled into bed next to his mate, now fiancé. Wrapped in each other's embrace the two fell into a contented sleep.