10!
Harry kissed Draco hungrily as their Muggle Television screamed the final countdown. This New Year marked their 3rd Year together. Draco had found Harry after the War, ready to make them work.
9!
Draco giggled and sped into his kitchen, his socks treading lightly on the Persian carpet; it was time for wine!
8!
Harry could hear Draco slinking around their large kitchen. He took the time to really look around the house they had put together. Everything radiated Draco.
7!
Draco had picked the furniture, while Harry had built the place himself. He glanced up to see his lover swaying his hips while expertly handing Harry a full glass of red-liquid.
6!
They cuddled closer on the couch, clutching their glasses and each other, watching the masses of people all over the world shout. London itself was immensely busy!
5!
Draco set down his wine, confiscating Harry's to do the same. He smirked and climbed cat-like onto Harry's lap. Lowering himself, he could feel his man become heated and wanton. Sure, Draco looked more the girl role but one should never judge a book by it's cover.
4!
They kissed quickly, trying desperately to relieve themselves but neither wanted to miss the final number.
3!
Harry pulled away and, flexing his muscles, lifted Draco away from him. He tried his best to ignore the hurt look now marring the blonde's perfect face.
2!
Staying as quiet as he could, he brought himself to stand in front of Draco's sitting form. There he fell onto one knee and wordlessly pulled out a small box. Opening it, the gem shone in the light of Draco's crystal chandelier. Silence.
1…!
"Yes!"
Happy New Year!