Disclaimer: The characters and places and stuff belong to JKR. But for now, they are at my mercy. *evil grin* I'll return them as soon as I'm finished…maybe.

This is the sequel to "What Is Happiness?" To understand this story, you must first read that one. It is located at http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=946096

Author Notes:

This is the last chapter of "The Long Hard Road." But have no fear: There will be a sequel! *grin* Remember, be nice and review.

In this chapter: Lots of fluffy romance and happy stuff

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My Love,

Come to our suite at 6:00 tonight. The door won't let you in until precisely 6:00. Dress nicely.

Yours,

Draco

Harry read the note again as he stood in front of the door to their suite two nights later. He was clad in Muggle clothes: black shoes, black slacks, white shirt, black jacket, and black tie. He hadn't managed to get his hair to sit right, but that was expected. He chuckled to himself as he looked at his watch once again: 5:59.

Why am I so nervous? Harry asked himself. I've been going out with Draco for over a year. Why am I suddenly getting nervous about a date now?

Suddenly, the door opened, and Harry stepped inside. Roses sat in every corner of the dining room, and the only light in the room came from the candles. Soft music echoed through the entire suite. Dinner was set out on the dining room table: pasta, salad, bread, and nonalcoholic wine.

Draco entered the room, dressed similarly to Harry. He smiled at his lover and gave him a tiny kiss.

"Good evening, my love," Draco murmured against Harry's lips.

"It's beautiful, Draco," Harry said, softly, once they'd pulled away.

Draco pulled Harry's chair out for him, then gently pushed it back in as Harry sat down. Then Draco went to the opposite side of the table and sat in his own chair.

"What's the occasion?" Harry wondered as the two began to eat.

"Oh, nothing special," Draco replied, nonchalantly. "I just decided that we were due for some romance."

"That we were," Harry agreed with a small smile. "Though somehow I doubt that it's 'nothing special.'" Draco chuckled.

"Anyway, I know Remus and Sirius need you back in their rooms tonight, so I'm planning on making the most of this evening," he said before changing the subject. "What did you do today?"

"Not too much," Harry responded. "Went to my classes, caught up on some of my homework. Wrote a letter to Bill; he's coming to visit tomorrow. Oh, I found out I'm allowed to play in the Quidditch match the day after tomorrow."

"That's great, love!" Draco exclaimed.

"Yeah, I haven't gotten to practice, but it'll be fun," Harry said. "Ron's been doing a good job as captain. We agreed to be co-captains from now on. I watched the team practice yesterday, and they were really good."

"Who are the new players on the team again?" Draco wondered.

"Ginny, Dean, and Colin are Chasers. Seamus and a second-year named Devon are Beaters."

"And you'll be playing Ravenclaw, right? That should be fun."

"Mm-hmm," Harry agreed before swallowing his food.

After the two finished their supper, they put on the pajamas that Draco had bought (himself in green, and Harry in blue) and went to the living room. A fire was lit in the fireplace, and they sat on the floor, against the sofa, and wrapped a blanket around themselves. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, who laid his head on Draco's shoulder.

"Harry?" Draco said, softly, after a few moments of content silence.

"Hm?"

"I love you."

Harry smiled and gave a soft sigh.

"I love you, too, Draco," he murmured.

"And I'd love to be able to tell you that every day for the rest of our lives," Draco continued, reaching into his pocket. "I know we're still young, but after we graduate in a year and a half, we'll be old enough by the Ministry's standards; hell, even before we graduate, the legal age is seventeen... Merlin, Harry, I'll just get to it: will you marry me?"

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Author's Note: I was going to be a bitch and end the story here, but I suppose I'll be nice, just because I don't want to piss off my wonderful reviewers! *grin*

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Around eleven, Harry sauntered into his family's suite, a dreamy smile on his face. He toyed with the ring on the fourth finger of his left hand as he dropped down to the sofa, laying his head in Sirius's lap.

"Judging by that silly grin on your face, I'll assume that your date went well," Sirius teased him, ruffling his hair. "Nice PJs."

"Dad, that was the best night of my life..." Harry murmured. "We had dinner, there were roses and candles all over the place. Music was playing. We changed into these pajamas and curled up in front of the fireplace, and then he..."

Harry paused for a moment, to wipe the tears of happiness from his eyes. He chuckled a little.

"I'm acting like such a girl..." he muttered.

At Sirius's questioning look, Harry held up his left hand, showing his father the ring.

"He asked me to marry him."

"He what?!" Sirius exclaimed. "But Harry, you're so young--"

"Not right away, of course," Harry cut him off. "By the end of this summer, we'll both be legally old enough, but we'll probably wait until after we graduate."

"Are you sure that's what you really want?" Sirius asked, softly.

"I want it more than anything, Dad," Harry replied, sincerely. "I love Draco, and I'm so happy with him. I want to spend the rest of my life with him."

"Then it's what I want for you," Sirius told him with a smile. He pulled Harry up into a sitting position and hugged him tightly. "Anything that makes you happy, Harry, you have my blessing."

"Thank you," Harry murmured.

He kissed Sirius's cheek, then stood up.

"Where are Daddy and the kids?" he asked.

Sirius pointed towards Sean and Kayla's bedroom. Harry cautiously entered the room and found Remus in there, tucking the blankets around the kids and kissing their foreheads. He smiled when he saw Harry, who hugged him tightly.

"Have a nice date, buddy?" Remus asked, softly.

"Very nice," Harry replied, smiling as the two of them went into the kitchen. They sat at the table with some hot chocolate. "He asked me to marry him, Daddy."

"And you said yes," Remus stated, lifting Harry's hand to look at the ring.

"And I said yes," Harry confirmed, nodding his head. "Dad gave me his blessing; do I have yours, Daddy?"

"Of course you do," Remus told him, squeezing his hand. "I couldn't think of anybody better for you than Draco. But you're going to wait a while, right?"

"Yeah, we'll probably wait until after graduation," Harry assured him.

"Good. Now, it's getting late. You should get to bed and try to get some sleep."

"'Try' being the key word," Harry commented, grinning. "Goodnight, Daddy."

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Author's Note:

Again, be on the look out for the next sequel! Byebye for now!