Chapter Fifteen
Draco smiled as he walked back into the house. He threw his coat on the armchair next to the door and slid his shoes off before entering the living room.
He had had a wonderful time with Hermione and Ginny at dinner that night. They were delightful people, and he was amazed that he didn't see it before. They were easy to get along with and laid back, and loved to play around - the exact kind of people that Draco liked to hang around with.
"Where's Harry?" he asked as he entered the kitchen. Jenni was sitting at the table, reading the Daily Prophet and sipping a cup of tea.
"I think he's in the study," Jenni replied without looking up from the article she was reading. "Have a nice dinner?"
"It was great," Draco replied with a smile, as he walked to the study door. It was locked.
He knocked quickly on it, curious to why it was locked. Was Harry trying to keep something from him?
"Hold on a minute," Harry called through the door. His voice sounded panicked.
"Harry? Are you okay?" Draco asked loudly.
"Yeah, I'm alright," Harry replied, racing to the door. "Everything's fine."
He unlocked it quickly and frowned at Draco, blocking Draco's view of the room. "Why didn't you just unlock it with your wand?"
"I wanted to give you your privacy," Draco shrugged. "Am I allowed in, or are you keeping all your extra girlfriends in there at the moment?"
Harry smiled and opened the door all the way, allowing Draco entrance. "I just wasn't expecting you home so soon. Did everything go over good?" "Yep," Draco replied, staring at the floor boringly. "We had a great time, but Ginny got pretty tired, so we called it a night."
He looked up at the room, and gasped.
"H-Harry, what did you do?"
Harry smiled sheepishly. "It was a simple vanishing spell, I can get it back to normal anytime."
The room was completely devoid of the bookshelves it had held earlier that morning, the walls a misty silver. Candles hovered just above their heads, casting a dim, unrealistic glow over the entire room. The pale red, over-stuffed couch was gone, and replaced with a cream colored silk loveseat. The old beige carpet was gone as well, and flawless white replaced it.
"Can we keep it this way?" Draco whispered, at a loss for better words.
Harry chuckled nervously, unsure of what to do next. He just wanted to do it, to get it over with, to know how Draco felt - but he was scared, and he didn't know exactly how to say it.
His hand dipped into his pocket. Draco froze as he realized what was happening.
'Please tell me he isn't. . . .'
He pulled out a long, slender box covered in rich black velvet. The rim was decorated with silver and diamond, which glistened in the dim candlelight.
"Harry. . ." Draco whispered, slightly insecure of himself at the moment.
"Just here me out, Draco," Harry smiled lopsidedly. You can't answer until you've heard the question."
Draco nodded as Harry grabbed his hand and gently led him to the couch, where Draco sat down. Harry kneeled in front of him.
"Draco, I know we haven't been serious about each other for very long," he whispered, "I've still grown to love you during that time. I've loved you more than I thought possible, which scared me.
"I've lost everyone in my life that I've ever really loved, for every reason you cant think of. I've lost my entire family to Voldemort, and I was scared I would lose you, too.
"But I won't let that happen. I've put everything on the line for you, and I'm not going to stop now. I won't let anything tear us apart now that we've found each other.
"So please, Draco, help me protect us, together. Will you marry me?"
He opened the box, and Draco gasped again. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
A silver chain rested elegantly on the soft white silk that lined the jewelry box, crossing patterns over the strap holding it down. Attached to that was a small jade pendant in the shape of a miniature dragon. Fire was dancing from its mouth, actually moving carefully on the pendant, and its diamond eyes glimmered from the light of the false glowing flame that seemed to light up the whole room.
Draco's heart was racing. He could barely breathe, and he felt as if he would pass out if he didn't say something soon.
"Yes," he breathed, unable to speak any louder than that.
Harry grinned and lifted the silver chain from the box, unhooked it, and placed it gently around Draco's neck before planting a soft kiss on Draco's desirable lips.
A tear of joy ran down Draco's cheek as he hugged Harry tightly, never wanting to let go.
"I love you so much, Harry. I would love to be your husband."
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A/N: I know this chapter was short, but I wanted this to be one scene. Short, but sweet, right?
I hoped you liked it. As I said before, though, at least six more chapters. . . . Only I have a new idea for it, so probably at least nine more chapters, now.
I don't have much to say right now, because I just woke up and I'm still tired. (It's 4:30, and I just woke up. Wow. . . .) I was up late last night, because my school had a dance. It was fun, we partied until one in the morning!
~~TTFN, deathdragon4~~
Draco smiled as he walked back into the house. He threw his coat on the armchair next to the door and slid his shoes off before entering the living room.
He had had a wonderful time with Hermione and Ginny at dinner that night. They were delightful people, and he was amazed that he didn't see it before. They were easy to get along with and laid back, and loved to play around - the exact kind of people that Draco liked to hang around with.
"Where's Harry?" he asked as he entered the kitchen. Jenni was sitting at the table, reading the Daily Prophet and sipping a cup of tea.
"I think he's in the study," Jenni replied without looking up from the article she was reading. "Have a nice dinner?"
"It was great," Draco replied with a smile, as he walked to the study door. It was locked.
He knocked quickly on it, curious to why it was locked. Was Harry trying to keep something from him?
"Hold on a minute," Harry called through the door. His voice sounded panicked.
"Harry? Are you okay?" Draco asked loudly.
"Yeah, I'm alright," Harry replied, racing to the door. "Everything's fine."
He unlocked it quickly and frowned at Draco, blocking Draco's view of the room. "Why didn't you just unlock it with your wand?"
"I wanted to give you your privacy," Draco shrugged. "Am I allowed in, or are you keeping all your extra girlfriends in there at the moment?"
Harry smiled and opened the door all the way, allowing Draco entrance. "I just wasn't expecting you home so soon. Did everything go over good?" "Yep," Draco replied, staring at the floor boringly. "We had a great time, but Ginny got pretty tired, so we called it a night."
He looked up at the room, and gasped.
"H-Harry, what did you do?"
Harry smiled sheepishly. "It was a simple vanishing spell, I can get it back to normal anytime."
The room was completely devoid of the bookshelves it had held earlier that morning, the walls a misty silver. Candles hovered just above their heads, casting a dim, unrealistic glow over the entire room. The pale red, over-stuffed couch was gone, and replaced with a cream colored silk loveseat. The old beige carpet was gone as well, and flawless white replaced it.
"Can we keep it this way?" Draco whispered, at a loss for better words.
Harry chuckled nervously, unsure of what to do next. He just wanted to do it, to get it over with, to know how Draco felt - but he was scared, and he didn't know exactly how to say it.
His hand dipped into his pocket. Draco froze as he realized what was happening.
'Please tell me he isn't. . . .'
He pulled out a long, slender box covered in rich black velvet. The rim was decorated with silver and diamond, which glistened in the dim candlelight.
"Harry. . ." Draco whispered, slightly insecure of himself at the moment.
"Just here me out, Draco," Harry smiled lopsidedly. You can't answer until you've heard the question."
Draco nodded as Harry grabbed his hand and gently led him to the couch, where Draco sat down. Harry kneeled in front of him.
"Draco, I know we haven't been serious about each other for very long," he whispered, "I've still grown to love you during that time. I've loved you more than I thought possible, which scared me.
"I've lost everyone in my life that I've ever really loved, for every reason you cant think of. I've lost my entire family to Voldemort, and I was scared I would lose you, too.
"But I won't let that happen. I've put everything on the line for you, and I'm not going to stop now. I won't let anything tear us apart now that we've found each other.
"So please, Draco, help me protect us, together. Will you marry me?"
He opened the box, and Draco gasped again. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
A silver chain rested elegantly on the soft white silk that lined the jewelry box, crossing patterns over the strap holding it down. Attached to that was a small jade pendant in the shape of a miniature dragon. Fire was dancing from its mouth, actually moving carefully on the pendant, and its diamond eyes glimmered from the light of the false glowing flame that seemed to light up the whole room.
Draco's heart was racing. He could barely breathe, and he felt as if he would pass out if he didn't say something soon.
"Yes," he breathed, unable to speak any louder than that.
Harry grinned and lifted the silver chain from the box, unhooked it, and placed it gently around Draco's neck before planting a soft kiss on Draco's desirable lips.
A tear of joy ran down Draco's cheek as he hugged Harry tightly, never wanting to let go.
"I love you so much, Harry. I would love to be your husband."
*_*_*_*_*
A/N: I know this chapter was short, but I wanted this to be one scene. Short, but sweet, right?
I hoped you liked it. As I said before, though, at least six more chapters. . . . Only I have a new idea for it, so probably at least nine more chapters, now.
I don't have much to say right now, because I just woke up and I'm still tired. (It's 4:30, and I just woke up. Wow. . . .) I was up late last night, because my school had a dance. It was fun, we partied until one in the morning!
~~TTFN, deathdragon4~~