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"Wow, the film was amazing, and the special effects, amazing!" Draco gabbles.

"And the adverts were amazing." I mumble.

"What?" He says stopping in mid sentence. I look up from the sofa and smile.

"Nothing." I mutter. He wanders over to me and sits next to me on the sofa I was slouched on.

"You said something." He says running his hands through my hair.

"I just said it's a good film." I say smiling softly.

"Your going all weird again." He says looking at me as if I've turned into a monster.

"I'm not going weird." I say chuckling.

"Ok then." He says, I can tell he doesn't believe me.

We sit in silence for a bit until Draco breaks the silence.

"It was a good film though." He says and I smile.

"Yeah it was." I say softly. I look around the room and see the empty bottles of wine near the front door. And suddenly an idea comes into my head.

"I'm going to go and get a drink." I say standing up. I turn around and see that Draco's hurt.

"You're going out?" He asks.

"I was going to get a bottle of wine." I say kneeling next to the sofa.

"So your not going to a pub?" He asks softly.

"No, like you say, I have what I want here." I say leaning in and kissing him softly. He pulls away after a moment and I smile.

"I'll be right back." I say kissing him again softly.

"I swear he's seeing someone else." I say softly.

"Why would he want to?" Blaise asked.

"I…I don't know." I stammer.

"Are you sure he is?" He asks.

"He keeps disappearing off, and whenever im with him its like he's thinking about someone else." I say.

"Harry loves you, you know he does." He says.

"That doesn't mean he cant love someone else" I say looking out the window.

"Draco thinks your cheating." Evan says apparating in front of me as I came out the off-licence.

"Bloody hell Evan you gave me a…what? Draco thinks im cheating?" I ask, and Evan nods sadly.

"Well…what have you told him?" I ask desperately.

"That you would never do it, and your just stressed about work." He says.

"Did he believe you?" I ask, no answer. "Evan! Did he believe you?"

"I don't think so. But once you've proposed you can tell him why you were acting like this." Evan says.

"If I get to propose." I mumble.

"Harry why don't you just get down on one knee?" he asks.

"Because knowing my luck I would break my knee or loose the ring." I mutter. Evan tries to hide a smile but fails and ends up laughing.

"You're being dramatic now." He says smiling.

"Ok I guess I am. But 7 times now, I've tried. And they've all failed." I say.

"What's this idea then?" He asks pointing at the bag full of wine.

"Im going to hide the ring in the one of the bottle's." I say proudly.

"But what if he swallows the ring, or chokes, or you get the ring" he says.

"You know Evan that really isn't helping." I say smirking. I look up into his kind eyes and smile. "Look I got to get back to Draco and you have to get back to Blaise."

"Yeah I guess your right. And good luck." He says before apparating.

I unlock the door and Draco stretched out on the sofa sketching. I walk quietly behind him and smile, before looking at the sketch. He drew his eyes crying. I watch as the draw eyes have tears falling down the paper. I then look at the shadows behind the eyes. It's me, but im not with Draco. I walk back to the kitchen and purposely make a noise in the kitchen and Draco jumps makes his sketchbook vanish.

"I bring you wine." I say in a fake French accent. He looks up and smiles softly. His eyes are red like he's been crying.

"Have you been crying?" I ask.

"No!" He says trying to joke. "Hay fever."

I wasn't going to argue that it wasn't the summer. Instead I sat down next to him and handed him a glass of wine.

Many bottle's later……

"I always loved you, Harry potter." He says smiling, Cleary drunk.

"I always did to." I say smiling, quite tipsy myself.

"When did you love me?" he asks titling his head back onto my chest.

"When I saw you in the playing quiddich on your own." I say smiling.

"Really?" He asks.

"When did you love me?" I ask.

"When you were fighting the dragon in the Triwizard tournament." He says taking a huge gulp of wine.

"Why did you love me then?" I ask.

"I was scared for you." He says.

"You were?" I ask. And he nods.

"I like wine." He says.

"You do?" I ask.

"Yus, it is yummy. Like you." He says hiccoughing.

"Your drunk." I say smiling.

"Your drunk." He mocks, before giggling.

"Im not drunk." I protest before falling of the sofa.

"Are you sure Harry, you sure look drunk sitting on the floor." He says rolling over and laying on his front on the sofa.

"I need more wine." He says. "Harry more wine!"

"Ok Draco." I say chuckling and pouring more wine into his glass. I suddenly hear a cling in the glass and look down and see the ring staring up at me. I smile and pass the glass to Draco. But before I see Draco I hear him softly snoring. I look around and see him peacefully sleeping.

I look down at the ring and spoon it out the glass with my finger.

"Draco will you marry?" I ask the silent room

"Oh of course I will." I say trying to impersonate Draco's voice.

"Stupid ring." I say drunkenly before pocketing the ring and staggering to bed.