AN: Sorry it took a while, I have been working really hard on this chapter, and I do hope it paid off. I would love to thank my dedicated readers! Thank you so much. This chapter contains A LOT of fluff. I hope you enjoy and do not forget to review!
Interview with a Rock Star
Chapter XVIII
Bright rays of the morning sun broke through the glass windows. Malfoy slowly opened his eyes as he didn't want to move. He could feel Harry's body pressed firmly against his as his arm draped around his waist. A smile crept over his face as he recalled last nights' events. He couldn't believe he was actually moving in with Harry Potter, the famous London rocker. He wanted to pinch himself just to make sure that none of this was a dream. Turns out, everything was as real as it could get and Malfoy couldn't be happier. With in a few seconds, Malfoy's bright smile soon fades as he realizes he actually has to get out of bed and go turn in the interview. Today would be his last day at work, and he didn't know how to feel. Malfoy loved doing interviews and writing articles for newspapers, but this second interview with Harry was anything but easy. He was thankful that he got the job in the first place, because if he didn't, he and Harry probably wouldn't be where they are now. Together. If they weren't together, Malfoy would probably still be working long days in Paris and returning home to an empty flat where he got drunk just to try and forget about Harry. He would be completely miserable. Malfoy is just thankful for Cartier because he brought him and Harry back together, and he was going to explain that to his boss. Everything happens for a reason, thought Malfoy. He moved to Paris to get away from Harry, only in the end they made up and he couldn't have had it any other way. Malfoy just hoped that all the heartache and pain are a part of his past. He was truly happy lying there right next to Harry, in his bed in his secluded flat.
A pair of lips grazed against Malfoy's neck, making every hair stand on end. Turning over, his silvery eyes locked on to Harry's. They lay like that for a few minutes just staring into each other's eyes as if reading the other's mind. A smile crept over Harry's face as he pulled Malfoy in for a very passionate kiss. It was gentle but expressed all the emotions words could not.
"I hope you fully intend to greet me every morning with those lips." Malfoy smirked.
"I hope so too." Harry smiled. "So what are we doing today, love?"
"Well, I am going to go to work and hand in this interview and explain to Mr. Cartier on why I want to resign. Then when I come home, I am all yours, Harry James Potter." Malfoy smirked as he kissed Harry's cheek gently.
"Good, and while you are gone I shall unpack your things for you."
"Thanks, I hate unpacking it's so tedious." He laughed. "I don't want to get out of bed."
"Well, I don't want you too either." Harry hissed, nibbling on his ear.
"Is this your plan? To get me all hard and excited and just let me go to work like that?"
"No, of course not, I totally intend on relieving you before you go." Harry smirked as his hand began caressing his inner thigh.
"Well, do you think it could happen soon because I have got to turn in that damned interview today." Malfoy said playfully.
"If you keep using that mouth of yours like you are, you will be relieving yourself at work today, and I don't think you want your boss to catch you wanking." Harry smirked.
He wrapped his hand around Malfoy's cock and made long, slow strokes, eliciting soft moans from the blonde's lips. Harry could feel is own cock responding to Malfoy. Harry carefully crawled on top of Malfoy, crashing their lips together. Their tongues mingled and intertwined fervently as Harry continued pumping Malfoy's cock through his hands. Malfoy groaned louder as he arched his back into Harry, thrusting against him; their lips never parting from one another. Quickly, Malfoy grabbed Harry's own throbbing erection and begin pumping it through his fist in a hurried manner.
"Fuck", Harry moaned, rocking his hips into Malfoy's hands.
Malfoy could feel his orgasm brewing through out his body; he couldn't hold on much longer, and by looking at Harry he could tell that the rock star was pretty close to the edge as well. Their lips bit and sucked at each other's flesh as their hands moved in unison. Loud moans and whimpers of pleasure filled the air, as both of their orgasms ripped through each other. Hot white come splattered onto one another, creating a very stick mess. Malfoy fell back onto the mattress covered in a mixture of sweat and come as Harry slowly rolled off of him, breathing heavily.
"Damn, what a way to start a morning." Malfoy smiled. "I would love to start every day just like that."
"Yes, as would I." Harry agreed, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"As bad as I hate to get off and go, but I have places to be." Malfoy responded tiredly.
"But you will be back", Harry smirked, placing his hands behind his head.
"Of course, where else would I go? No place that I know of contains a sexy rock star; which I could shag anytime I please." Malfoy chuckled as he slowly climbed out of bed.
Harry smacked his arse cheeks playfully, as the blonde staggered to the bathroom. While Malfoy indulged in a long, hot shower, Harry remained in bed with his hands tucked behind his head thinking about how much his life had changed. He thought about who he used to be, and who he is now. And clearly Harry liked the person that he had become, and he had Malfoy to thank for that change. He used to be a true rock star, which meant all the meaningless sex, drugs and late night parties. He didn't care about his life then. Harry just wanted to have fun, and he did. But now he was having fun and loving life at the same time. Everything had fallen into place now. There were no unanswered questions. It just seemed like this is how is life is supposed to be. He had a boyfriend that he would die for, and Harry couldn't imagine his life with out Draco Malfoy in it. It just didn't seem right. The three years that had passed made Harry realize something now that scared him to death then. Draco Malfoy was the one. He was the one that Harry was supposed to be with. Life with out him didn't seem to exist. Harry wouldn't exist.
A bright smile crossed his face as Malfoy walked back into the room with a white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist. Harry got up and wrapped his hands around Malfoy's hips and whispered into his ear.
"I love you. I want you to know that."
Malfoy tried to hide his own smile which broke through and the butterfly sensation which was filling his stomach. He hated feeling all these girly emotions, but it was better than feeling absolutely nothing. If Harry was the one making him feel like that, then he could accept that.
"I love you too, Harry. What's the matter?" Malfoy turned and asked him as he looked into his deep emerald orbs.
"Nothing's the matter." He smiled. "I just wanted to let you know that I do love you Draco Malfoy."
"Well, I love you to Harry James Potter." Malfoy responded as he kissed Harry gently on the lips. "Now, if you don't mind I have got to get ready for work."
Malfoy pulled on his black Armani suit with a silver tie. He stood in front of the mirror admiring his self as he ran his fingers through his blonde hair.
"Malfoy, if you stand there any longer you're going to be late for work." Harry chuckled.
"Very well, Harry. I shall see you later." Malfoy replied.
"Later, love."
With a soft kiss on the lips, Malfoy walked out of the flat and got into the car. On his way to work, he could help but think how lucky he was to have found someone who appreciates him like Harry does. Harry had it all, the good looks, the money, the famous lifestyle, and he could have had anyone in the world as a boyfriend but yet he wanted Draco Malfoy, and that alone made the blonde smile. He couldn't have been happier at this moment in his life. Never did he think that he would be with his favorite rocker. It used to be one of his secret fantasies to be able to shag Harry James Potter, but now all of his wildest and x-rated fantasies were true. No one has ever cared about Draco the way Harry did. No one could have such an affect on him like Harry did. Malfoy always liked to keep his emotions hidden. He didn't want to appear vulnerable, but being around Harry made it seem okay. It made him feel human again. It was okay for him to feel, and it was okay for those feelings to show.
He arrived at work with a smile on his face. He walked through the glass doors like he owned the place. This was his very last day at the place and he had mixed feelings about it. He loved doing interviews and reporting the news of the hottest celebrities, but he also loved Harry Potter and he would give him his life if it made him happy. So giving up the job was nothing. He could always find another one. Everyone in the vicinity looked at Malfoy and ogled him. Confidence radiated from Malfoy. He held his head high as he walked straight into Cartier's office. Mr. Cartier looked surprised to see Malfoy sitting in his chair with his hands folded neatly on his lap and a smirk up on his face.
"Hello Malfoy, what can I do for you?" Mr. Cartier said politely.
"I think you want my interview with Harry Potter." Malfoy smirked as he pulled the papers out of his suitcase.
"Yes, that would be wonderful." Cartier beamed, as he reached for the papers.
"Not so fast, Cartier", said Malfoy, holding the papers behind him. "You know I could sell this to the paper in London for twice as much as you're paying me."
"You want a raise?" Mr. Cartier asked, frowning at Malfoy.
"Yes." He hissed.
"But you're quitting."
"Correct, and this interview is worth far more than you're lousy pay." Malfoy snickered.
"I'm sure Potter paid you quit bit for that interview." Mr. Cartier suggested, wriggling his eyebrows.
"Potter didn't pay me a thing." Malfoy hissed lowly, sneering at his boss.
"I am sure we can come up with some sort of arrangement Malfoy, that would make us both quite…er…satisfied." Mr. Cartier winked.
"If you are suggesting sex, then I am walking straight out the door and going to London with my interview", he snarled.
"Oh come on Malfoy, I know you have great taste in men." Mr. Cartier laughed.
"I do, but don't flatter your self, Cartier."
"It's just sex."
"I am not sleeping with you for money. If you want a common whore go down to the local stripper joint, I am sure you'll find tons of willing participants there." Malfoy growled. "I am interested in your money and that's it."
Cartier let out a groan as he lit up another cigar.
"Now, let's talk business. I will give you my interview and you will give me my last check plus another thousand. Is that clear?" Malfoy drawled.
"Five hundred", the man stated.
"Two Thousand."
"I am not paying you an extra two thousand, Malfoy."
"Then I go to London. They would pay me five to ten for this interview." He smirked.
"Fine two thousand." The man agreed.
"Good, I am glad you see things my way." Malfoy responded as he handed over the interview.
Mr. Cartier wrote out Malfoy's new check and handed it to up with his lips curled disdainfully. Malfoy smiled politely at Cartier as he grabbed his suitcase and walked out the door.
"Are you leaving Malfoy?" Colin Creevey asked.
"Yes." He replied dully.
"Why?"
"Because, I have other things in my life that are more important than this job."
"Are you really with Harry Potter?" Colin Creevey burst out. "Mr. Cartier told us that you had to sleep with Harry Potter to get the interview."
Hearing that bit of information sent Malfoy into a rage, but he kept his cool around Colin.
"Why would Cartier, say something like that?" He snorted.
"I don't know, Malfoy. I think he's trying to sleep with you." Colin responded nervously.
"Well, it's not going to work. I am going to go fix that little fantasy of his." Malfoy stormed back into his office; only this time he left the door wide open for all the employees to hear.
"What's wrong Malfoy?" He said casually as he puffed on a cigar. "You come back trying to weasel more money out of me?"
"Yes, because I worked my ass off for you, and you haven't showed me the least bit of respect I deserve let alone pay me well enough for my work." Malfoy said haughtily.
"Well, there's always my first suggestion." He smirked.
"Oh you mean the one where you pay me to sleep with you like a whore?" Malfoy repeated loud enough for everyone to hear.
"It's just sex, Malfoy." He smirked, as he licked his lips in a suggestive manner.
"Do you love your job?" Malfoy asked seriously, his hands pressing on the cherry wood desk of his boss as he looked him dead in the eyes.
"Why do you ask?" Cartier asked puzzled.
"Because if you don't cooperate with me, I'll turn you in for sexual harassment", said Malfoy harshly.
"You have no proof, and I can buy my way out of the mess." Cartier snickered.
"Money isn't the problem, and every employee just heard everything you said to me." Malfoy snorted.
Mr. Cartier looked up and realized that his office door was standing wide open, and all the employees were looking at him curiously. They hurried themselves to look busy at work when they had heard everything.
"Do you think those fools would throw away there job just to protect you?" Cartier chuckled as he puffed on his cigar.
"They want money, they will." Malfoy commented.
"What exactly is it you want, Malfoy?" Cartier snarled.
"I just wanted to inform you current employers how low you are willing to go just to get the paper published." The blonde responded.
"I will give you five thousand if you leave and never return."
"I like that idea, Cartier." Malfoy smirked as he took the check and walked right out of the door.
Once he was in his car, he was ginning. Malfoy could be very manipulative and he used it only when it benefited him the most. But he would never manipulate Harry or take advantage of him, Harry meant too much to Malfoy. The drive home, Malfoy had his stereo blasting to some rock song on the radio, which reminded him of Harry. Every little thing some how brought memories of Harry back to his mind. Now he couldn't have imagined his life any different. He wondered what he would be doing if he never got the second chance to interview Harry. Where would he be? Would he even still be alive? He would like to think so, but then the thought of living with out Harry made him ache painfully. Would it even be possible to continue life with out Harry? The outcome didn't look so good, and that's what scared him. Malfoy was truly in love with Harry James Potter and life without him looked grim. He was scared that something would come along and rip Harry right from his arms. Malfoy wanted nothing more than to protect Harry, and keep him close.
He arrived back at Harry's flat only to find it completely empty. Fear swept through Malfoy's body like a tidal wave, making him nauseous. But Harry wouldn't leave Malfoy at his flat, alone. What if Ron came back and did something bad to Harry? That just made him feel even worse about everything. Harry had to be okay; he had to be. Malfoy couldn't live with out him. It was too scary to even think about. He decided to walk to the kitchen and get a glass of Scotch to calm his nerves. There on the refrigerator was a note from Harry. A sigh of relief washed over Malfoy as he picked the note up.
Draco,
I had to run out and get a few things for tonight. I should be home around eight or nine. Oh, when I get home I want you to be dressed in your best. I have a surprise for you.
Love Always,
Harry J. Potter.
There was those damned butterflies again, fluttering around in his stomach, making him all happy and giggly. He couldn't help but get excited and wonder in anticipation on what Harry had planned for tonight. This was one of the things he loved most about Harry. He was always spontaneous and coming up with crazy ideas at the last moment that just made Malfoy's heart melt with appreciation and love for the other man. Harry was never boring or dull. He was very exciting and adventurous and always looking for the fun in life. Harry opened up Malfoy's eyes and made him see all the beauty the world had to offer and how much fun life could be, especially since he was sharing it with someone he cared so deeply about.
Glancing up at the clock, he had seen that it was 7:30. Harry would be here with in an hour. Malfoy wanted to look his absolute best, even if he had no idea on where they were going. He began rummaging frantically through his closes, looking for something exceptional tonight. Malfoy always wanted to look the best, but tonight he just had to look perfect because it was for Harry. Harry didn't deserve anything less than perfection, and it was a hard goal to achieve. Finally he found the perfect selection and jumped into a hot shower. Just thoughts of Harry's surprise made Malfoy's lower body respond. He would just have to bring Harry home early and shag him senseless. Thinking of shagging Harry made Malfoy even harder. He really had to quit thinking of Harry while in the shower.
Malfoy quickly finished in the shower and got out, brushed his teeth and fixed his hair so that it lay perfectly straight. He slipped on his black Armani trousers that hugged his hips just right and accentuated his backside. Slowly he fastened his buttons on his white silk shirt. His fingers fumbled with each button as he was so nervous and anxious at the same time; he thought his heart was going to explode in his chest. Malfoy released a deep breath after he had finished with his shirt as he looked at himself in the mirror. Once he added his tie and black jacket he would look amazing. He glanced at the clock again, and realized that it was 8:45. He started to panic because he knew Harry would be home any minute so he quickly fixed his tie and threw on his jacket. Making sure everything was in place and looked the best, he was satisfied and he returned to the main room where he enjoyed a nice glass of Scotch to calm his nervous as the anxiety raced through his body. Where was Harry taking him? What did he have planned? The unknown was killing him. Malfoy swore his heart stopped as he watched the door slowly open. His breathing was heavy as if he was expecting an intruder or something evil.
Harry stepped inside, and Malfoy's eyes nearly popped out of their socket. Harry was standing in the door way with a black silken suit with a crimson button up and a black tie to match. His usually messy hair was neatly slicked back. There was no dark kohl under his eyes, just his own skin, which was flawless of any blemish. Malfoy's heart raced even harder as his eyes ran his eyes up and down his body, hungrily. Forget going out, he wanted to stay in and shag him all night. He wanted to rip the clothes from his body into shreds and just spend the rest of the night making love to him.
"Hello Harry", Malfoy said casually.
"I am glad to see that you dressed in your best." Harry smirked.
"You look absolutely delicious." Malfoy smirked as he walked over to his boyfriend. "Couldn't we just stay in and spend the rest of the night shagging?"
"I'm afraid not. I have something planned." Harry responded, pulling Malfoy close to him. "But there will most definitely be shagging later."
"What is the big surprise, Harry?" Malfoy drawled.
"Now Draco, it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you now, would it?"
"I am dying here, Harry." He chuckled.
"You'll be alright, Draco. Now come on." Harry said, wrapping his hand tight around Malfoy's.
"Just a clue."
"No, now come on." Harry said as he pulled him out the door.
Parked right in front of Harry's house was one of the biggest Limousine's Malfoy had ever seen. It was extremely long with tinted windows. Harry opened the door for Malfoy and ushered him inside. Inside the seats was a deep purple color and made of genuine suede. A flat screen TV also dropped down from the roof of the vehicle, and the next thing Malfoy noticed was the mini bar, which had almost any type of alcohol. It was completely breathtaking. Malfoy knew Harry had done this for a reason, but right now he truly loved Harry for this. All of this was for him; he couldn't believe it.
"Have a drink, Draco. I think you're nerves are getting the best of you." Harry suggested as he handed Malfoy a martini.
"Thank you, Harry, but really what's the reason behind all this?" Malfoy asked, sipping on his drink.
"Oh you'll find out soon enough, but we have a ways before we reach our destination." Harry smirked sitting his drink down. "And you look absolutely edible in that suit."
Wrapping his arms around Malfoy's neck, Harry pulled him in and crashed their lips together. Their tongues fighting vehemently for dominance as waves of passion coursed through Malfoy's body and straight to his lower region. He pulled Harry closer as their kiss became more frantic and harsh.
"Fuck", whispered Harry as he wrapped his leg around his waist.
Malfoy's hands tugged at Harry's tie as he sucked on his neck. The suits were becoming way to hot as their bodies began to perspire as they pressed firmly against each other, trying to get as close as possible. Reaching in between his thighs, Harry started rubbing Malfoy's erection through his trouser. A soft moan escaped his lips as he rolled into Harry, wanting, needing more.
"Harry", whimpered Malfoy, as he rocked his hips into Harry.
Harry carefully undid Malfoy's trousers and his hand slipped inside. Malfoy's breath caught in his throat the moment he felt Harry's hand grasp his erection and make slow, careful strokes with his hand. Passion was building up inside of Malfoy as his hands were wrapped tightly around Harry's neck as he kissed him with such force. His heart was pounding in his chest as he arched his back into Harry's fist as he felt his orgasm bubbling in his lower stomach. His mind and body was spinning madly out of control as Harry's hand pumped Malfoy's cock with such dedicated strokes. Malfoy was barely coherent as his chest rose and fell with his heavy breathing and his eyes rolled back into his head. So close, he was to exploding.
"Fuck, Harry", he groaned thrusting his hips into Harry.
"Come for me, Draco", Harry hissed in his ear.
And that was all it took to send Draco tumbling over the edge. He arched his back and slammed into Harry's fist as his nails dug into his shoulders, holding him close as his orgasm tore through his body like multiple waves crashing over his body. Thick streams of his cum shot out and covered Harry's hand as he rode it out. Then he fell back onto the seat, trying to recover from one of the best orgasms he had ever experienced, and it wasn't even from sex. It was just one of Harry's superior wanking jobs. Malfoy finally regained control of his breathing, and now was working on his brain function.
"That was the best wank ever", he breathed. "But you didn't get off."
"Oh, Malfoy, I will get off much later." Harry smirked, licking lips.
Just the thought of what could happen later, was almost enough to make his cock begin to stir again. Malfoy slowly fixed his shirt and trousers and appeared just as calm and collected as before, but on the inside he was wanting Harry more than ever. He just wanted to go back home and throw him onto the bed and shag him until morning.
"Almost there." Harry stated, as he too fixed his suit.
"Where are we going?" Malfoy asked once more.
"I can't ruin the surprise." Harry smiled, kissing his boyfriend softly.
The Limo soon pulled up to one of the finest restaurants in Paris France. Malfoy had remembered this restaurant because he had always wanted to eat here, but no matter what he could never get any reservations. It was for the rich and the famous only. You had to be famous to even get a reservation at the restaurant and they only served the most elegant dishes. Hand in hand they walked inside the dimly lit building. A slim waitress with ebony black hair stood behind a podium, waiting to greet them.
"Name please?" She said in a distinct French accent.
"Potter." He stated clearly.
She smiled softly and ushered them to follow her. Inside it was completely amazing and extravagant. The Greeter led the two men to table in the far back away from everyone else. Right in the center of the table was a single white candle. Malfoy smiled. Harry truly was romantic and it only made him fall in love with him even more.
"You're server will be with you shortly." She said kindly.
"Thank you", Harry responded as he opened up his menu.
Malfoy followed him, and began reading what they offered and it was only the finest meals any superstar could expect.
With in seconds a tall man with a blank face and dirty blonde hair appeared at their table.
"Drinks?" He asked the two.
"We will have you're most expensive champagne." Harry smiled brightly.
"Bottle or glass?" The waiter asked.
"We'll take a bottle of your finest and most expensive champagne." Harry said clearly.
"Very well", he said as he disappeared.
"Harry, that is quite a lot for champagne." Malfoy stated.
"Relax, it's nothing. I told you there was a surprise tonight."
"You mean this isn't the surprise?" Malfoy said in agony. He was dying to know what Harry had in store for him.
"Of course not; this is just dinner." Harry smiled.
"What's after dinner?" Malfoy groaned.
"The surprise", he whispered. "And then there's dessert, which I'm sure you'll love." He said licking his lips.
"Harry", he breathed. "Why?"
"I told you, I have a surprise, now quit asking."
The waiter soon returned with their champagne and two crystal glasses. He filled them half-way up and left the bottle on the table as he took their orders. They sat there in peace and ate their dinner as soft music filled the air around them. Malfoy's heart still beat anxiously in his chest. Just what did Harry have planned for the night? Curiosity was killing him; he didn't know if he could suffer much longer. But everything Harry had done for him was completely amazing, there was no other word to describe it. He had done all of this just to make Malfoy happy, and well it worked. He couldn't have been happier, not even if he was sitting at the table with someone else.
"How was work?" Harry asked casually.
"Well, instead of giving him the interview I sold it to him." Malfoy stated.
"Why?"
"Because I wouldn't have sex with him, so I took his money." Malfoy laughed.
"Your boss wanted to have sex with you?" Harry said seriously.
"Yes, but only because he knows I slept with you." Malfoy laughed, but soon stopped when he caught the seriousness in Harry's eyes. "You know I didn't do it. I am all yours."
"I know; I just like to hear you say it." Harry smiled.
Once they were finished with dinner and Harry had paid the bill, they went back outside. This time, Malfoy noticed, that the Limo was gone.
"Where are we going?" Malfoy asked, taking Harry's hand in his.
"For a little walk, on top of the roof", answered Harry.
They had to climb four sets of stairs on the outside to reach the roof, and they were both out of breath as they reached their destination. Malfoy's jaw dropped open once more in surprise. There was a helicopter parked right in the center of the roof. A small driver waved frantically at them.
"Come on." Harry said brightly.
"A helicopter? That is brilliant Harry." Malfoy said completely astonished.
"That's not the surprise either, Malfoy." Harry laughed.
"What are you playing at, Harry?" He growled playfully.
"Just get on and take a ride with me." Harry replied as they both climbed into the small aircraft.
The loud roars of the propeller came to life as they began floating off into the nighttime sky. Neither of them said a word, because they couldn't hear each other over the loud rumbles of the helicopter. They were flying of Paris, and the sights were gorgeous from up in the sky. Malfoy had never experienced anything quite like this before. It was marvelous. Everything looked so small and tiny from way up top. He felt like he was on top of the world. Soon the propellers began to slow, and they felt the helicopter going lower and lower. They landed on what looked like another rooftop. Opening the door, Harry pulled Malfoy out and held him close as the wind from the aircraft about blew them away. The helicopter took off once more, disappearing into the sky.
"How do you suppose we get down, now?" Malfoy asked.
"That's not important right now." Harry responded, as he took Malfoy over to the edge of the building. "I brought you to show you something."
Malfoy's heart was palpitating faster than ever in his chest as he peered over the edge of the building. What he saw was one of the most beautiful sights ever. Where ever they were, Malfoy could see almost all of Paris, France. The whole city was lit up with bright lights and sparkling waters. He could see people down below walking about the city with their shopping bags. In the distance he could see the Eiffel Tower, and it too was lit up. The whole sight was breathtaking. Never before had he seen such beauty. Nor had he known it was around him all along. Being on that roof top alone with Harry and looking down on the rest of Paris, made Malfoy feel as if he owned the entire city. It was an incredible feeling that had overcome him and so he pulled Harry close and kissed him passionately. Harry returned the kiss eagerly, but soon broke apart. Malfoy took this opportunity to thank him.
"Harry, thank you for everything; this night has truly been more than amazing. I can't even put into words how I feel right now. You have showed me the true beauty of the world, and I never would have seen it if you hadn't opened my eyes. Everything about tonight was romantic yet peaceful. I am not good at expressing my feelings, but this is my thanks. I want you to know that I love you." Malfoy stammered nervously.
"Draco, I would do anything for you. This night was just to show you exactly how much I do love you, and you mean the world to me. I don't want to think about my life with out you in it. It just doesn't seem right." Harry responded.
"You said exactly what I was thinking, Harry." Malfoy replied.
"I've done a lot of thinking today Draco." Harry stated nervously as he held, Malfoy's hand in his with their eyes locked onto each other. "I want to tell you something. I love you more than life its self. I never thought it'd be possible for me to find someone who likes me for who I am and not what I am, someone who shares the same qualities as me. I never thought I'd meet someone as incredible as you. You take my breath away Draco Malfoy. Each time I look into those eyes, and know they are looking back at me, makes my heart beat just a little faster each time. Every time you touch me it sets my body ablaze with raw desire, making me crave your every kiss, every touch. You are my drug, Draco Malfoy and I am very addicted. Waking up with you in my arms makes me realize just how good life is, and how happy I am." He faltered for a quick moment, but regain composure. "I couldn't be happier with anyone else but you. I realized that today. There are over a billion people in this world, and you are the only one I want. You're the only one I want in my bed, the only one I want to kiss each night. You're the one I want to wake up to for the rest of my life. I know it hasn't been easy for us, but who said it would. Life is a journey and together we can overcome any trouble that life throws at us. We could be unstoppable together." He breathed once more.
Malfoy's heart was pounding so hard and loud that he was sure Harry could hear it, and his mind was racing with so many thoughts that they all became jumbled and messed up. His head was spinning as the butterfly sensation consumed his body once more. This was the most romantic thing and he did not want to ruin it. His palms were all sticky and sweaty and his nerves were quivering. He did not know what to expect, but he did know that he felt the exact same way about Harry.
"Draco, when I first met you, I thought you were drop dead gorgeous but arrogant at the time. After we shagged that night, my life changed and for the best, you showed me what it was like to live and feel normal emotions again. It was okay for me to feel something, and now life couldn't get any better than this. I will give you anything your heart desires, but since I can't give you the world, I will give you Paris, France. Draco Malfoy, will you marry me?" Harry asked as a sharp breath escaped his mouth.
Malfoy couldn't speak, couldn't think. He was completely flabbergasted, but he didn't falter or lose his composure on the outside. His eyes remained locked on Harry's and it felt like just for that very moment that time had stopped just for the two of them to savor the moment. Malfoy never wanted this moment to end, wishing they could stay on this roof top for eternity.
"YES! YES!" He screamed. "I will shout it from the rooftops. I WILL MARRY YOU HARRY JAMES POTTER!"
Malfoy jumped on Harry, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him passionately on the lips where they stood on a rooftop overlooking the entire city of Paris, France.
