It was a usual day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry; except for one thing: it was the day before the six month anniversary of the most well-known couple of the school. Harry had been sure to pick out something that would absolutely blow Draco's mind away.
During lunch, Ron asked Harry what was up, since he was consummately glowing. "Right... well, you see here ickle Ronnikins, I can't tell you. You're going to have to see soon."
Puzzled, Ron just nodded. "Have you started on that essay Snape gave us on werewolves?"
"Erm... no, not quite. And it's due in two days," Harry replied, scarfing down forkfuls of food. He was to meet Draco promptly after he finished eating outside the school.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "You two," she pulled a book out of her bag, "here, this is the book I used to write my essay." Ron and Harry just looked at her, as if they were going to actually look up factual information for an essay. They were notorious for making things up when it came to homework. "Ok, nevermind," she said, stuffing the book back in it's home.
"I'll see you guys later," Harry said, taking one last bite and scurrying to meet his boyfriend. Walking outside, the cool, March air greeted Harry, blowing his hair slightly to the side. Taking a right, he felt the inside pocket of his cloak to make sure what he had was still in there. Not only was it very valuable, but was going to come into play as soon as Harry saw his lover.
Taking another sharp sharp right, he saw Draco leaning casually against the tree of which Snape had caught the two kissing too many times to be counted. He snuck up behind him and yelled, "Boo!" Surprisingly, Draco neither yelped or jumped.
"Think you can scare me, Potter?" he joked. "I know you're coming a mile away."
Harry raised his eyebrows, "Oh-", he started to say but was shushed by Draco's kiss. He brought himself closer to his companion, feeling the warmth and practically melting at the feel of their two bodies being crushed together.
Draco pulled back, putting a finger on Harry's lips to keep him silenced. "Harry, Sweets, we've known each other for quite a long while now. Nearly seven years, 6 months of those expressing our true feelings to each other. You protect me, keep me calm in the midst of a storm, you treat me like no other girl or guy has treated me. I love the way you smile and laugh, the way your green eyes turn darker when you're angry, how you cuddle." Tears started to form in his silver-gray eyes.
"You're bright, all-knowing in every situation, my hero. Harry, you complete me, amaze me, and show me what love is. It's not about just being there, it's about being there for them all the time, through good times and bad, and caring nonstop. I love you like no other." Draco took a kneel, unhooked a necklace of which he was wearing, and slid off a ring that hung on the necklace. Harry recognized it in an instant. It was his father's wedding ring, the ring that Harry had given him as a promise that they would always be together. Then, "Harry James Potter, will you marry me?"
A tear fell from Harry's eye. He embraced the blonde, and pulled back, with more tears falling. "Yes, of course I will," Draco slid the ring onto Harry's appropriate finger. At this point, nothing in the world could change the smile on his face. When Draco stood up, he secretly pulled the ring in his pocket out, making sure Draco couldn't see it. "You know what the funny thing is, Draco?"
The blonde shook his head, "I was going to do just the same today." Harry held the ring up, "Draco, you may be a Malfoy. But you are undoubtedly the best thing that's happened to me. You've shown me that love can conquer even the worst of enemies. You have completely immersed yourself in me, and I commend you on that. So, I ask you," he prepared the ring as he knelt down, "Will you marry me?"
Draco gave a chuckle. How coincidental was it that they both planned the same thing the day before their six month anniversary? However coincidental it was, Draco couldn't help but let just a few tears slip. Yes, a Malfoy crying, this would have been quite a sight for many to see.
"After that lovely speech, there's no reason for me to say no," he said as Harry then placed the silver ring on his now-fianc's ring finger. The ring used was none-other than his mother's. It made him satisfied that not only had he engaged Draco with his mum's wedding ring, but that his fiancé used his father's.
Hand in hand, the two walked off to their outdoor class with Hagrid. Nobody seemed to think much of it when they arrived, but each of them were determined to make sure people saw. And when they did, the most common reaction was a gasp. Most people congratulated them, also, namingly Ron and Hermione who were overwhelmed and overjoyed when they found out.
"Oh that's so wonderful!" Hermione said, almost crying herself. "You know what this means?"
"Er... no, but I suppose you're going to tell me anyways," Harry said.
The bushy-haired girl giggled, "Yes, I am. This means that you're the second gay couple to get married in the history of Hogwarts."
"Really? Who was the first?" Draco asked, amazed that either there hadn't been more, or that there had actually been someone.
"Dumbledore!" Hermione continued giggling. The rest of them all joined in the laughter before class started.
This day would mark the beginning of the rest of Harry and Draco's lives.
During lunch, Ron asked Harry what was up, since he was consummately glowing. "Right... well, you see here ickle Ronnikins, I can't tell you. You're going to have to see soon."
Puzzled, Ron just nodded. "Have you started on that essay Snape gave us on werewolves?"
"Erm... no, not quite. And it's due in two days," Harry replied, scarfing down forkfuls of food. He was to meet Draco promptly after he finished eating outside the school.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "You two," she pulled a book out of her bag, "here, this is the book I used to write my essay." Ron and Harry just looked at her, as if they were going to actually look up factual information for an essay. They were notorious for making things up when it came to homework. "Ok, nevermind," she said, stuffing the book back in it's home.
"I'll see you guys later," Harry said, taking one last bite and scurrying to meet his boyfriend. Walking outside, the cool, March air greeted Harry, blowing his hair slightly to the side. Taking a right, he felt the inside pocket of his cloak to make sure what he had was still in there. Not only was it very valuable, but was going to come into play as soon as Harry saw his lover.
Taking another sharp sharp right, he saw Draco leaning casually against the tree of which Snape had caught the two kissing too many times to be counted. He snuck up behind him and yelled, "Boo!" Surprisingly, Draco neither yelped or jumped.
"Think you can scare me, Potter?" he joked. "I know you're coming a mile away."
Harry raised his eyebrows, "Oh-", he started to say but was shushed by Draco's kiss. He brought himself closer to his companion, feeling the warmth and practically melting at the feel of their two bodies being crushed together.
Draco pulled back, putting a finger on Harry's lips to keep him silenced. "Harry, Sweets, we've known each other for quite a long while now. Nearly seven years, 6 months of those expressing our true feelings to each other. You protect me, keep me calm in the midst of a storm, you treat me like no other girl or guy has treated me. I love the way you smile and laugh, the way your green eyes turn darker when you're angry, how you cuddle." Tears started to form in his silver-gray eyes.
"You're bright, all-knowing in every situation, my hero. Harry, you complete me, amaze me, and show me what love is. It's not about just being there, it's about being there for them all the time, through good times and bad, and caring nonstop. I love you like no other." Draco took a kneel, unhooked a necklace of which he was wearing, and slid off a ring that hung on the necklace. Harry recognized it in an instant. It was his father's wedding ring, the ring that Harry had given him as a promise that they would always be together. Then, "Harry James Potter, will you marry me?"
A tear fell from Harry's eye. He embraced the blonde, and pulled back, with more tears falling. "Yes, of course I will," Draco slid the ring onto Harry's appropriate finger. At this point, nothing in the world could change the smile on his face. When Draco stood up, he secretly pulled the ring in his pocket out, making sure Draco couldn't see it. "You know what the funny thing is, Draco?"
The blonde shook his head, "I was going to do just the same today." Harry held the ring up, "Draco, you may be a Malfoy. But you are undoubtedly the best thing that's happened to me. You've shown me that love can conquer even the worst of enemies. You have completely immersed yourself in me, and I commend you on that. So, I ask you," he prepared the ring as he knelt down, "Will you marry me?"
Draco gave a chuckle. How coincidental was it that they both planned the same thing the day before their six month anniversary? However coincidental it was, Draco couldn't help but let just a few tears slip. Yes, a Malfoy crying, this would have been quite a sight for many to see.
"After that lovely speech, there's no reason for me to say no," he said as Harry then placed the silver ring on his now-fianc's ring finger. The ring used was none-other than his mother's. It made him satisfied that not only had he engaged Draco with his mum's wedding ring, but that his fiancé used his father's.
Hand in hand, the two walked off to their outdoor class with Hagrid. Nobody seemed to think much of it when they arrived, but each of them were determined to make sure people saw. And when they did, the most common reaction was a gasp. Most people congratulated them, also, namingly Ron and Hermione who were overwhelmed and overjoyed when they found out.
"Oh that's so wonderful!" Hermione said, almost crying herself. "You know what this means?"
"Er... no, but I suppose you're going to tell me anyways," Harry said.
The bushy-haired girl giggled, "Yes, I am. This means that you're the second gay couple to get married in the history of Hogwarts."
"Really? Who was the first?" Draco asked, amazed that either there hadn't been more, or that there had actually been someone.
"Dumbledore!" Hermione continued giggling. The rest of them all joined in the laughter before class started.
This day would mark the beginning of the rest of Harry and Draco's lives.