Chapter Eighteen
"Harry?" Draco called, rushing into the kitchen. "Harry, where are you?"
"He's in your bedroom," Jenni told him, standing up from the kitchen table. "What happened, anyway? He was really broken up."
"He apologized to Weasley," Draco grumbled, walking across the kitchen to the study door. "The bastard started up another fight, and Harry apparated home before I could talk to him. I did get a nice little talk with Weasley, though," he added sarcastically.
He ran through the study and up the spiral staircase to their room.
"Harry?" he asked, opening the door slowly.
There was a sniff, but Harry didn't answer.
"Come on, Harry, it's not that bad," Draco murmured, walking over to his lover, who was lying on his stomach on the bed.
"Yes, it is," Harry mumbled, wiping his tears away. He rolled onto his back so he could look Draco in the eye. "What would you do if your best friend wouldn't forgive you for falling in love? He's making me choose between you and him, Draco, and I can't do that!"
"You don't have to choose," Draco smiled softly, trying to comfort Harry. "Just let him know how much he means to you, without lying to him. Let him know that you want us to get along, and that I'm willing to try, and that you don't want to do this without him by your side. Then let him do the choosing."
"It's not that easy, Draco," Harry whispered. "He's not that easy to deal with! He's stubborn, and he's not gonna forgive me unless you're out of the picture. I know it."
"We don't know anything for sure." Draco sighed as he lay down next to Harry, cuddling up close to him. "He used to be there for you, right? I'm sure he still cares about you. He's just scared, Harry. I was too, at first, but now I'm used to it."
"You're not scared anymore?" Harry asked, feeling guilty.
"No," Draco smiled. "Because I love you and I know we're going to be together forever. You, however, have the right to be afraid about this."
"I love you, too," Harry muttered, rolling over so he was on top of Draco.
Just as Harry was about to lean down and steel a kiss, there was a loud knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Draco called as Harry rolled over and sat up.
"Hermione. Can I come in?" Hermione called from the other side of the door.
"Yeah, come on in," Harry sighed, pulling his knees to his chin. She opened the door slowly and smiled half-heartedly at them.
"Ron wouldn't tell me what was going on," she said, "so I guess I have a pretty good idea of it. Let me guess. You tried to talk, but he wouldn't listen."
Harry nodded. "My, how well you know us."
"Now why was Ron upset?" Hermione asked, raising her bushy eyebrows at Draco.
"I just talked a bit with him after Harry left," Draco shrugged. "I didn't think I upset him."
"No, I don't think you did." She sat down at the desk against the wall, turning the chair to face them. "See, he gets really upset when he knows he's wrong. He storms off and won't talk to anyone for days at a time. He won't eat, won't come out of his room, and we're always worried that he's going to die of starvation! He isn't quite the healthiest boy, and him starving himself doesn't help."
Harry grinned. "He's coming around, then?"
"I think so," Hermione muttered. "You never know with him. He may realize that he hates you, Draco, no matter if you care for Harry or not."
"Well, he'll just have to deal with it, won't he?" Draco said indignantly.
***
"So," Harry sighed, wrapping his arms around Draco's shoulders from behind, "When should we get married?"
Draco swiftly turned and grabbed Harry, pulling him over the back of the couch so he was resting in Draco's lap. "I think we should just elope. No one but us. It would be a lot easier for us, wouldn't cost as much, and wouldn't be as much stress."
Harry pouted. "But that's not fair, I want my friends to be there! This is going to be the most important day of our lives, Draco, and I want everyone to share it with us."
"Why should we share it?" Draco argued. "It would be more romantic if it was just the two of us."
"Well," Harry smirked. "I thought we were saving that for the wedding night."
Draco flushed slightly, and nodded. "You're right. We should have our friends there. We wouldn't want them to miss this."
They both chuckled and snuggled down on the couch in a comfortable silence. Draco had his arm wrapped around Harry's chest, and Harry's head was rested on Draco's shoulder.
After several long, peaceful moments, Harry whispered, "Can you believe it, Draco? We're getting married."
Draco smiled and kissed the top of Harry's head. "It's amazing, isn't it? Just the thought of knowing that you love one person enough to stay with them for the rest of your life. . . ."
"Will we be together?" Harry asked, closing his eyes. "Forever?"
"Yes," Draco murmured. "Forever. I promise."
Harry's lips fell into a soft smile as he drifted off to sleep, comforted by the gentle touches and caresses Draco was giving him.
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A/N: WEEKEND FROM HELL!!!!!!! I SPENT MY ENTIRE WEEKEND DOING HOMEWORK!!!! IT FUCKING SUCKED! IF THIS HAPPENS EVER AGAIN, I'M NOT DOING ANY OF MY WORK!!!!!! I'M SICK OF IT!
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"Harry?" Draco called, rushing into the kitchen. "Harry, where are you?"
"He's in your bedroom," Jenni told him, standing up from the kitchen table. "What happened, anyway? He was really broken up."
"He apologized to Weasley," Draco grumbled, walking across the kitchen to the study door. "The bastard started up another fight, and Harry apparated home before I could talk to him. I did get a nice little talk with Weasley, though," he added sarcastically.
He ran through the study and up the spiral staircase to their room.
"Harry?" he asked, opening the door slowly.
There was a sniff, but Harry didn't answer.
"Come on, Harry, it's not that bad," Draco murmured, walking over to his lover, who was lying on his stomach on the bed.
"Yes, it is," Harry mumbled, wiping his tears away. He rolled onto his back so he could look Draco in the eye. "What would you do if your best friend wouldn't forgive you for falling in love? He's making me choose between you and him, Draco, and I can't do that!"
"You don't have to choose," Draco smiled softly, trying to comfort Harry. "Just let him know how much he means to you, without lying to him. Let him know that you want us to get along, and that I'm willing to try, and that you don't want to do this without him by your side. Then let him do the choosing."
"It's not that easy, Draco," Harry whispered. "He's not that easy to deal with! He's stubborn, and he's not gonna forgive me unless you're out of the picture. I know it."
"We don't know anything for sure." Draco sighed as he lay down next to Harry, cuddling up close to him. "He used to be there for you, right? I'm sure he still cares about you. He's just scared, Harry. I was too, at first, but now I'm used to it."
"You're not scared anymore?" Harry asked, feeling guilty.
"No," Draco smiled. "Because I love you and I know we're going to be together forever. You, however, have the right to be afraid about this."
"I love you, too," Harry muttered, rolling over so he was on top of Draco.
Just as Harry was about to lean down and steel a kiss, there was a loud knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Draco called as Harry rolled over and sat up.
"Hermione. Can I come in?" Hermione called from the other side of the door.
"Yeah, come on in," Harry sighed, pulling his knees to his chin. She opened the door slowly and smiled half-heartedly at them.
"Ron wouldn't tell me what was going on," she said, "so I guess I have a pretty good idea of it. Let me guess. You tried to talk, but he wouldn't listen."
Harry nodded. "My, how well you know us."
"Now why was Ron upset?" Hermione asked, raising her bushy eyebrows at Draco.
"I just talked a bit with him after Harry left," Draco shrugged. "I didn't think I upset him."
"No, I don't think you did." She sat down at the desk against the wall, turning the chair to face them. "See, he gets really upset when he knows he's wrong. He storms off and won't talk to anyone for days at a time. He won't eat, won't come out of his room, and we're always worried that he's going to die of starvation! He isn't quite the healthiest boy, and him starving himself doesn't help."
Harry grinned. "He's coming around, then?"
"I think so," Hermione muttered. "You never know with him. He may realize that he hates you, Draco, no matter if you care for Harry or not."
"Well, he'll just have to deal with it, won't he?" Draco said indignantly.
***
"So," Harry sighed, wrapping his arms around Draco's shoulders from behind, "When should we get married?"
Draco swiftly turned and grabbed Harry, pulling him over the back of the couch so he was resting in Draco's lap. "I think we should just elope. No one but us. It would be a lot easier for us, wouldn't cost as much, and wouldn't be as much stress."
Harry pouted. "But that's not fair, I want my friends to be there! This is going to be the most important day of our lives, Draco, and I want everyone to share it with us."
"Why should we share it?" Draco argued. "It would be more romantic if it was just the two of us."
"Well," Harry smirked. "I thought we were saving that for the wedding night."
Draco flushed slightly, and nodded. "You're right. We should have our friends there. We wouldn't want them to miss this."
They both chuckled and snuggled down on the couch in a comfortable silence. Draco had his arm wrapped around Harry's chest, and Harry's head was rested on Draco's shoulder.
After several long, peaceful moments, Harry whispered, "Can you believe it, Draco? We're getting married."
Draco smiled and kissed the top of Harry's head. "It's amazing, isn't it? Just the thought of knowing that you love one person enough to stay with them for the rest of your life. . . ."
"Will we be together?" Harry asked, closing his eyes. "Forever?"
"Yes," Draco murmured. "Forever. I promise."
Harry's lips fell into a soft smile as he drifted off to sleep, comforted by the gentle touches and caresses Draco was giving him.
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A/N: WEEKEND FROM HELL!!!!!!! I SPENT MY ENTIRE WEEKEND DOING HOMEWORK!!!! IT FUCKING SUCKED! IF THIS HAPPENS EVER AGAIN, I'M NOT DOING ANY OF MY WORK!!!!!! I'M SICK OF IT!
Hey, we got to 105 reviews! I'M SO HAPPY (minus the weekend factor. . . . Grr. . . .)!!! I feel loved. Wanna see if we can get to 150 reviews before I'm done with the story? I wanna try. So please, PLEASE review, people! It would mean a lot to me. I would like 200 reviews, but I know that's never gonna happen, so lets try 150.
~~TTFN, deathdragon4~~
P.S. Wanderingwolf, about your review. I don't get redheads either, even though I am one. All redheads are insane, you can't judge what they're gonna do next!
P.P.S. My wrist is healed, my wrist is healed, my wrist is healed! Try saying that ten times fast. Not easy to type it. . . .
P.P.P.S. WHAT DOES P.S. MEAN?!