(A/N: I've been a bit distracted lately, since i have a few personal issues on my mind the past few days,so i'm sorry if the last chapter and this one aren't so good. I'm trying. leave me reviews, it'll help me feel better.)

Chapter 7- Finally Where We Belong.

Christmas was fast approaching. Snow draped over the Hogwarts grounds, which looked like a fairy tale land. Draco, Harry, Ron and Hermione were taking a walk near the lake, which was now frozen.They were talking about what they were going to do that summer and what they planned for the future. To Draco, it seemed almost like a dream. Not even a year ago, he hated Harry's friends, and now, they were pretty good friends to him as well.

"So, Draco, what are your plans for the future, mate?" Ron asked the blonde.

"Not quite sure yet, Ron. But it no longer involves the Death Eaters," he replied to the red haired boy. "What about you?"

"Actually, after Hogwarts, I want to be a professional Quidditch player myself. Preferably for the Chudley Cannons".

"Hmm. Seems admirable enough I suppose," the Slytherin said after a moment. "And what about you, Mione? Anything you'd like to do after graduation?"

"Believe it or not, I think I'd most like to just get married and raise a few children. Maybe teach after they are old enough to go to Hogwarts."

The three boys did seem a bit shocked by Hermione's answer. They thought for sure she'd work for some big wizarding company, since she was so smart.

Then it was Harry's turn to tell of his future plans. "I just want to live a normal life, honestly. I've spent a good bit of my life being this hero to everyone. I want to just be a normal person. And of course," he paused, and gave his boyfriend a light peck, "I want to be with my Dragon, too. Maybe adopt one or two kids. I think that would be a nice life."

Everyone seemed to agree with Harry's answer. Hermione moved to sit between Ron's legs, and Draco did the same with Harry. Both couple just held each other, looking at the crystal lake until dinner.

Ron and Hermione got up to leave, and asked if Harry and Draco were coming to join them.

"In a few minutes, guys," Draco said looking up at the two.

"Okay then. We'll save you seats," Hermione replied.

When they were alone outside, Draco turned around to face Harry. He looked into those big emerald eyes, becoming lost in them.

"Harry, love, I have something for you. A bit of an early Chistmas gift."

"Really, Dray? What is it?" Harry sounded like a child who would be getting candy.

Draco got on his knees in front of Harry, and pulled out a small box. When he opened it, Harry saw a beautiful platinum ring with emeralds and diamonds encrusted around it. It shone in the pale light and Harry thought it was second only to Draco's eyes. He thought he would not be able to hold back tears, he was so shocked and happy at the same time.

"Harry, I've loved you for five years. I've always wanted you. And in the past few months, I realized that I need you as well. I don't want to live without you, and I can't imagine life without you by my side. I know we're young and we haven't been together long, but i just know it's right. Harry James Potter, would you do me the honor of agreeing to be my husband?" Draco was so nervous, he was visibly shaking. He had never bared his emotions to anyone like he had at this moment. He couldn't even breathe until he heard Harry's answer.

"Yes, Draco Lucius Malfoy, I would love to marry you," Harry said to his lover, as he sat down beside him and gave him a soft kiss. The two were so happy. They could finally be together. No one could take them apart now. After a few minutes, they got up and walked into the Great Hall, sitting down to dinner with everyone else. Hermione almost immediately noticed the sparking ring on Harry's hand. She looked at him excitedly. "Harry, are you and Draco..."

"Getting married. Yes Hermione, we are. And I couldn't be happier."

"Then I couldn't be happier for you. Let me help you plan the wedding. It will be so much fun!" she squeeled.

"Calm down, Hermione. I think we're going to wait until graduation before we get married, or at least until seventh year. It doesn't matter when, really. All that matters is that I've finally found where I belong." Harry smiled. He had a feeling his life was going to get much better.