Draco sat down gingerly and glared at Harry after hearing a chuckle. He had cast a healing charm on himself that morning but there was still a bit of tenderness. He sipped his tea and they ate in silence, occasionally glancing at the other or touching them gently; a brush of the cheek, a hand through the hair, or stroke on the arm. Once they were done and Harry took the dishes to the sink, Draco walked up behind him and kissed the back of his neck before he wrapped his arms around him and rested his chin on the other man's shoulder.
"Draco," Harry said smiling, "we have to get to work." He continued to wash the dishes but leaned back into Draco anyway.
"I know that. No need to remind me," he replied, then kissed Harry's neck once more. He pulled away and leaned on the counter. "Harry, would you like to go to dinner tonight?"
"Dinner?" Harry asked, as he rinsed the last of the dishes. He turned towards Draco and leaned his hip on the counter. "You do know that we'd draw a ridiculous amount of attention if we did that, right?"
"That's precisely the point," he replied. He took one of Harry's hands and held it as he kept his gaze. "The most pertinent individuals have been informed, with the exception of a few of my friends, so I don't see why we can't flaunt our relationship in public. Once I tell Blaise and Pansy of course. But they're having lunch with me today so that will be dealt with shortly."
"Don't you think this is a bit... sudden?" Harry asked, as he shifted his weight a bit. Draco could see the worry in his expression and if he had not known better he would worry about Harry being ashamed of him.
"It's been over a month since we've been seeing one another," he answered, as he stepped closer to Harry and cupped his face with one hand. He spoke his next words softly but confidently, "I know that you're worried about how people will react to your being gay. Merlin, Harry, you're even worried about their reaction to my being gay. But just because you're the Saviour of the Wizarding World does not mean that you have to live worrying about what that world thinks of you. What you do and who you date is your prerogative."
"But Dra-"
"Our families seem to have taken it very well. I don't see why anyone else's opinions should matter," he said, before kissing Harry softly. "Give it some thought, hm? And in any case, I make you look more handsome than you already are, and vice cersa."
Harry looked at him as if he disagreed about just how handsome Draco claimed he was but said nothing about it. Instead he gave a chuckle and replied, "All right. I'll think it over. But for now, I've got to go to work and convince Ron that I'm not of my rocker and that you didn't curse me or slip me a love potion."
Later that day Draco got an owl while he was at lunch with Pansy and Blaise. They had taken the news of his and Harry's relationship somewhat well. Pansy had one or two outbursts and Blaise looked rather sceptical for a good portion of the meal, but eventually they accepted that he would not joke about such things. He read the letter. It was unsigned but the handwriting was more than familiar. It was Harry's and the note simply said "Yes."