POV: Your Harry at 9:00pm pm having a romantic dinner with Draco.
The table is set for two, with your favourite Yorkshire pudding on the table along with several bottles of wine. You sit opposite to each other, gazing into each other's eyes. 2 hours and alot of drinks later however things are not so peaceful…
What the hell is a dirty slytherin doing in my house Harry yells, clearly intoxicated.
Get out! He moves forward, stumbling on his own feet.
Harry, Draco says, surprisingly softly, as he leans forward to help Harry up.
We've been married for 6 years.
Harry collapses.