Bel: *stunned silence* Oh, my... Alan! ::buries face in Lan's shoulder and starts crying:: Yes! Yes I will marry you! I love you!
Lan: *big dopey grin* I love you too, Mart!
Wyv: *squeals* You two! Oh my god, you're getting married! ::hugs both:: Proposing through fanfiction...how sweet!
Lan: Thanks to everyone who wished us luck in the reviews..thank you! ::huggies for all:: Omigod, he said yes!

Bel: Thanks to: Damy, Just Silver, Mystical Kiwi, CrystalStarGuardian, SophieB, Kissaki, phat girl and Allie Potter. We love you guys! ::wipes eyes:: well.. suppose we'd better get on with the story then!

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A couple of days later saw Harry and Draco in the Swiss Alps, preparing to go skiing.
"How can there be snow on the ground when it's so hot?" Draco asked, looking out of the hotel window. Harry sighed.
"That's the thousandth time you've asked that, love, and I still don't know." Draco grinned, putting down the hairspray, putting on his sunglasses and surveying himself in the mirror.
"Well, I'm ready. Shall we go skiing then?"
"What? I'm not ready yet, how can you be ready before me?" Harry demanded, stunned. How could Draco be ready? They'd only been up an hour! Draco shrugged, and laughed at Harry's puzzled face.
"Well, hurry up then dear, surely it can't take you that long to get dressed?" he mocked. Harry laughed too.
"Sorry, bit of a shock to the system. It's never happened before."
"Well I decided that you just couldn't improve on perfection today. Shall we go? Or do you need more time to do your hair?" Draco asked, holding out hairspray, gel and sparkly clips. He ducked as Harry threw the hairbrush at him. "Harry! So much violence in one so young!"
"Shut it you," replied Harry, retrieving the hairbrush and putting it away, kissing Draco's cheek as he went past. He performed a charm on his glasses so they shaded his eyes from the sun. "I'm ready now. Let's go."

Half an hour later, and Harry was demonstrating perfectly how not to ski. So far he had managed to run into a tree, fall over three times and crash into the instructor. Draco hadn't had a go yet; he was too busy laughing at Harry.

"Shut up," Harry ordered, stepping out of his skis and flopping down onto the snow. "If you think you can do any better, then go ahead and show me."
"Happy to oblige," replied Draco, setting off gracefully. It didn't last long; within moments he had done a spectacular somersault and rolled down the mountainside. He made his way back to Harry, red-faced and trying to bend his sunglasses back into shape.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid! You'd think that for thirty quid they'd be a bit more sturdy," Draco muttered. Harry laughed.
"So you're a better skier than me, are you? Was I really that bad?"
"I hit a rock!" Draco protested as Harry laughed harder. Draco scooped up a handful of snow and lobbed it at Harry. It hit him in the face and he stopped laughing, scooped up a ton of snow into his arms, ran to Draco who was desperately trying to free his feet from his skis and dumped it down his neck.

"Aaaargh!" Draco screamed. "That was cold, you bastard!" He finally managed to free himself from the skis, ran back a few feet and lobbed some more snow at Harry. Harry hastily made some snowballs and ran after Draco, pelting him. Draco dodged just out of reach and, when Harry's snowball supply was exhausted, lunged at Harry, sending them both sprawling into the snow. He pinned Harry down, grinning. "I'll have to punish you for that," he murmured softly, kissing Harry's neck.
"Promise?" Harry murmured back, kissing Draco on the lips. "Want to go back to the hotel?"

"Not just yet, I want to show you how well I can actually ski when there are no rocks hiding on the slopes." Draco got up and helped Harry up.
"Honestly, Draco, do you have to be absolutely perfect in everything you do?"
"Of course! It's why I'm so loveable," replied Draco, getting back into his skis. "Just watch this!" He set off, ending up in a heap just twenty feet away from where he started.
"What's your excuse this time?" Harry called, as Draco made his way back up to him, cursing. .
"These skis are crap. Let's go back to the hotel."

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End notes, by Wyv: Sorry this chapter's so short! We'll have more out soon, but we just want to go out and celebrate now! Congratulations, Bel and Lan! Love you all. xxx