Procrastination Problems

"Harry?"

"Draco, I'm watching this program. Can't you wait for the commercial?"

"Is this…you're watching soap operas, aren't you? You made fun of me for watching it and now you are bloody hooked on them."

"So you can't talk. Okay, it's a commercial. What did you want?"

"Are we ever going to get married?"

"I…well…no. Yes. I don't know. Do you want to?"

"No…well yes…kind of. We don't have to, I just was wondering."

"I never thought about it, is all. If you want to we will."

"No, it's fine. We don't have to."

"Okay."

"Damn it, you aren't meant to agree. We bloody well need to get married. You've been putting it off for a very long time. We need to do it, make an honest woma…I mean man out of me."

"I'll leave that one alone. We're practically married anyway; I don't think it's that important."

"But it is! Harry, you put everything off. You still haven't fixed that hole in the wall in James' room. You told me you would take the Christmas tree down and it's bloody September and it's still up! We might as well just leave it there."

"That's what I thought, that's why I left it there. I don't put stuff off."

"You are such a liar. You told me you would get the laundry out of the dryer and it's still in there."

"I'm going to do it later."

"I rest my case."

"That doesn't prove anything. I was just busy when you asked me to do it. What were you doing at the time? You weren't doing anything?"

"Yes I was! I was…dusting. What were you doing? I'll tell you, you were sitting on your arse watching cheesy soap operas and getting FAT!"

"Oh, you want to talk about getting fat? Don't start with me Draco, you are the one who had to upgrade to my trousers."

"I was with child, you dolt."

"Point?"

"I had to upgrade to your trousers because you are so much larger than I am. You don't do anything but verbally abuse me and promise to do things that you never do. Fat lot of good you do around here."

"Shut it, the show's back on."

"No. I will not shut it just because I'm interrupting your precious…"

"I said quiet."

"I said NO."

"Fine, I'll take down the bloody Christmas tree and fix the bloody wall and fold the bloody laundry and bloody fucking marry you. Will that make you happy? Will that shut you up long enough so I can possibly do something I want to do?"

"I don't want to marry you if you're just going to do it to make me happy. You can do all those other things, though."

"What do you mean you don't want to marry me?"

"I mean that I'm not going to marry you if you only agree to it to shut me up. You obviously don't want to; I'm not going to force you."

"I never said I didn't want to marry you."

"You didn't have to."

"Draco, please don't do this. Please don't. Look, I'm going, I'm getting the clothes, I'm folding them. I'll fix the hole as soon as I'm done, then I'll put away the tree. Just don't…"

"I'm only doing what you forced me to do, Harry. Nothing more, nothing less."

"No! I didn't force you to do anything. Please don't. I love you, you know I love you. We've been though a lot of hard times together when all we had was each other to lean on. I love you so much it hurts. Don't…don't leave. I want to marry you, and when the time is right, we'll do it. Alright? Please look at me."

"I wasn't going to bloody well leave you. What would make you think that?"

"Well you…I…you said…you scared the shit out of me. Don't do that."

"Sorry."

"No you aren't, you're trying not to laugh."

"Yes, well…did you really mean everything you just said?"

"Of course. You had doubts?"

"Small ones. Smaller than Surrey."

"Ugh, don't remind me."

"Yes love."

"You know Harry; I just had a wonderful idea. Let's have sex."

"But…but what about the laundry, and the wall, and the tree?"

"It can wait."

"I couldn't have said it better myself."

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