Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. This story is merely my way of saluting her. I do not own any of these characters; I just manipulate their thoughts. I also want to give props to Beren and Mijan for inspiring my stories.

A/N: So I was on a care ride today. Halfway through, I realized that I didn't want to end this story this way. Would you guys mind terribly if I kept going? Okay, who am I kidding, of course you guys won't mind! But would you mind if I did terrible things to the characters?

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Harry had settled down in 12 Grimmauld Place within a week after graduation. He didn't have many possessions to start with, so it wasn't difficult to move in. All he had were meager amounts of clothing and his books. Sirius' mansion was already filled with essentials and more. Harry had gone exploring the first few days, finding new and interesting nooks and hidden rooms in the oddest parts of the house. He had finally settled for a large room on the third floor, looking out over the top of the houses surrounding Grimmauld Place. Harry could see the sky and the tips of trees from the neighboring park from his window. He had his clothes neatly arranged in the large wardrobe and his small bed took up a corner of the room. Photographs were put up along one of the empty walls and the shelves were soon lined with books. Harry sighed with relief after he straightened out the last of his possessions – Hedwig. She was happily hooting away beside the window, eating her mice.

Draco had visited during the week to help Harry move. Or rather, he 'helped' Harry settle down. Whenever he was around, Harry inexplicably found himself in his bedroom, almost always naked. Finally, noticing how he never got anything done with Draco around, Harry had banned him from the mansion until the weekend. The weekend was here and Draco blew into the house, clamoring in the drawing room. Harry sauntered down the stairs, a smart comment at the tip of his tongue. His speech eluded him when he saw Draco kneeling on one knee at the bottom of the stairs, grinning widely.

"I thought it'd be best if we did this properly. What do you say?" Draco asked, tilting his head. His palm was upturned and two platinum rings settled neatly in it.

Harry smiled shyly. "I'd say yes," he said, slowly walking down the rest of the stairs and picking up one of the rings from Draco's hand. Draco stood up and reached for Harry's left hand. He reverently slipped the ring into Harry's shaky finger, bringing the hand up to kiss lightly. Harry did the same, his breath coming in shallow. Neither let go of each other's hands as they kissed softly.

Draco pulled away first, a cheeky smile gracing his flushed face. "So… Who should we shock first?"

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"Wow, Harry, you really spruced this place up!" Hermione exclaimed, walking into Harry's house. Ron followed her into the drawing room, grinning at the sunlight that was filtering into the house. During Order of the Phoenix meetings, the windows were always shuttered and the mansion was musty. Now, Harry had managed to air it out, letting the fresh summer breeze fill the house. Draco slipped a hand around Harry's waist, looking proud.

"So, you guys ready to go?" Ron asked. He had trepidations about their first double date, but he was willing to give it a go at Hermione's insistence.

Harry took a deep calming breath and held out his hand. Draco mimicked him, watching the reaction of the two Gryffindors closely. Hermione staggered backwards, sitting heavily on the plush couch. She brought her eyes up to the two men, flabbergasted. She started giggling hysterically, covering her mouth with her hand.

"You guys! This is wonderful! I – " she chocked emotionally, feeling happy tears run down her face. "Wow…" she gasped.

Ron had turned white as a sheet. His mouth was wide open, as were his eyes. He looked back and forth from Harry to Draco to the rings. In one stride, he enveloped Harry into a big hug. "Oh my gosh!" he breathed. He let go of Harry. "Oh my gosh!" he said louder, looking wondrously at Hermione for a moment. "You – you're getting – married?" Ron squeaked.

Harry shrugged helplessly, blushing at his friends' reactions. Draco was smirking beside him, looking pleased with himself. That was probably why he yelped in shock when Ron dragged him into a hug too. Draco stumbled at the force with which Ron was squeezing him. He looked at Harry incredulously. Harry chuckled.

"Look after him, okay?" Ron whispered softy into Draco's ear so only he could hear it. Draco felt his cheeks flushing with warmth as Ron pulled away, grinning from ear to ear.

"So, how'd you do it?" Hermione asked.

"Well, he proposed last week after gra-"

"WHAT? And you waited until now to tell us?"

"Er…"

-x-

The news spread like wildfire. Photographers were perpetually hunting the couple down. Reporters were hounding them down to make statements. Draco's frustration was not a surprise to anyone.

"Welcome to my life, Malfoy," Harry said, rolling his eyes whenever Draco complained.

Letters were flowing in from ardent fans and fanatical stalkers alike. Friends and family were starting to drop by, almost always uninvited. Harry tried to play a good host to them, but Draco made sure not to hide his displeasure.

"Won't give us a moment of peace," Draco muttered.

"They're just happy for us," Harry reasoned.

"Can't they be happy for us in their own homes?" Draco replied.

Draco had moved in with Harry. The house was now artfully decorated with antiques and classy furniture. Image was very important to Draco and it extended to his house as well. Harry didn't mind. As long as he had a place to sleep and a table to eat at, he'd let Draco do whatever he wanted. Even if all he wanted to do was play a homemaker. The first time Harry used that word, Draco had pulled out his wand and hexed him with a Jelly-legs Jinx.

"Fuck you, Potter. Just because I don't want to live like a slob doesn't mean I'm your bloody homemaker."

Harry continued to use the term, enjoying the reactions he elicited from his fiancé. Draco even enjoyed dressing Harry up in his finest clothes.

"I don't want to seen outside with you if you're going to be wearing that god awful shirt with those jeans."

Harry would roll his eyes in exasperation as Draco picked out another outfit. Daily squabbles always seemed to end in sex. Neither man minded.

Both Harry and Draco were listed up to undergo Auror training. The rigorous procedure consisted of three years of intense physical and mental exhaustion. They were to start in two months. Harry sighed tiredly when he thought of the next three years of his life. Sure, the end product would be satisfying, but the way to get there required a lot of work. Work neither men were used to.

"At least I won't be doing this alone," Harry said, reading over the pamphlets and guidebooks. Draco nodded absently as he rushed through his readings. They were interrupted by a knock on the door. Draco hissed with frustration, throwing down his book and stomping to the drawing room. Harry groaned tiredly before pulling himself off of the chair and shuffling to the door.

"Harry, m'boy!" Remus said, striding up to Harry and pulling him into a warm hug.

"Remus! I haven't seen you in over a month!" Harry said.

"I know… I've been busy with Order business. But you didn't think I wouldn't drop by to congratulate you two, did you?" Remus grinned.

Harry laughed at Remus' excitement. "I suppose not," he said, motioning for Remus to sit on the couch.

"So, when's the wedding?"

Harry and Draco gaped at each other. "Wedding?" they said in unison.

Remus frowned with confusion. "Er… That's what I thought –"

"Fuck, we have to plan a wedding!"

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