Well I thought I'd lay off the smut just a little :3 soooo here's some lovey dovey stuff :D LEAVE REVIEWS AND ENJOY! THANK YOU
Draco sat in a booth decorated with a golden quilt lying upon the table in front of him, with red and yellow roses sitting in a beautiful crystal urn, two orders of butter beer, fish and chips and muffins; chocolate chip Harry's favorite. The pub was empty except for Draco and the owner Madam Rosmerta. It took a lot but, he finally convinced her to let him rent the place out for a few hours. He paid her enough for more than 100 severing's of butter beer. But, it was worth it, if it meant actually going out somewhere with Harry instead of hiding and meeting in the dark. All good and fun but, it once again becoming tiring, although part of the reason of renting the place out so no one can see them is kind of hiding but, at least this time they would have a date out of the castle. Besides that it was a special occasion and Draco had a little something up his sleeve. Literally.
Harry walked towards the mirror in his room; he was dressed in black slacks and a button up dark blue shirt with white buttons. He tried his best to make his hair look nice but, that wasn't going very well. He glanced at himself in the mirror one last time before leaving and frowned at his hair, it was messier than normal today but, he knew Draco liked his hair the way it is messy or super messy. He smiled at the thought of Draco and forgot about his hair. Walking out of his room he ran into Ron, who looked overly happy.
"Oi Harry. How are ya?" Ron asked as he started walking with Harry
"I'm great."
"It's good to see you up and running again. Speaking of which where are you going?"
"Hogsmeade."
"I'll come with you. I have something to tell you."
"I'm kind of meeting someone at the Three Broom Sticks." Harry said scratching the back of his head wondering if he should tell him who. "So, can it wait?"
"Oh sure. Just find me when you get back."
Harry waved goodbye to his best friend and walked out of the castle then dissapperated to the front entrance of the pub, there was a sign that read, "Private Party." He took a deep breath then walked in. Harry had no one idea what to expect but, he sure didn't expect to see Draco standing in the middle of the pub holding a red wine-colored rose. His jaw dropped when he saw the beautifully decorated booth.
"What took you so long Potter?" Draco asked smiling as he handed Harry the rose
"Draco, you did all this for us?"
"For you."
"You really didn't have to."
"I wanted to."
"Why?"
"Because, I love you."
Harry leaned in to kiss him, "I love you more."
Both the boys sat in the booth, side by side so, they could snog. They touched each other more than they touched their food.
"Alright we only have this place for about another hour. So we should finish err start eating."
Draco used a heat charm to warm up the food, as it had gone cold while they spent what seemed like an endless time snogging.
"Draco…"
"Harry…" They said at the same time
"You first." They said at the same time again
They laughed.
"Alright I'll go first." Draco insisted, "Well I was thinking seeing as how we've already been through so much as a couple already and we got through it all, that we are bound to stay together forever. So, …"
He pulled out a small black box that was under his sleeve. He stood up and took Harry's hand and pulled him up. Then he crouched down on one knee.
"Dra—Draco?" Harry quivered at Draco's touch and actions
"Harry Potter, will you..."
"We're too young to get married."
"I know, this isn't a marriage proposal."
"Oh."
"May I finish?"
He shook his head, "Yes"
"Harry Potter" He started over, "Will you wear this ring in the honor of our love and promise to stick with me through everything that is thrown at us, until the very end?" He opened the box. In it was a silver ring with a serpent and lion shaped diamonds on it.
"Draco… It's beautiful… I… I don't know what to say."
"Say yes."
"Yes of course. But, that still sounded like a—"
"It's not exactly just think of it as a friendship\promise ring sort of deal thing."
Draco placed the ring on Harry's ring finger on his right hand to insure it wasn't a marriage proposal. The ring started glowing bright pink
"Why is doing that? Glowing pink?" Harry asked
"It means you're in love with the person that put it on you." He smiled, "If I were to ever take the ring the ring off and place it back on your finger and it didn't glow, well that means you don't love me anymore."
"Well that'll never happen. I promise."