Chapter 22

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The moment the words leave Severus' mouth Harry is frozen to the spot. Staring continuously between the older man and the ring in his hand. He mulled over the entire situation and couldn't quite overcome the initial shock o the moment. This wasn't a decision that Severus would have made lightly, this moment would have been something the man bad been considering for a very long time. Every move the man made was extremely calculated, so Harry asked the first thing that sprung into his mind:

"Are you sure?"

"Positive," Severus confirmed.

"Really?" Harry asked again in shock.

"You don't want to," Severus said in quiet resignation and started to get up.

"No, no wait! Ask me again," he prodded.

"Harry James Potter, will you marry me?" Severus asked once more.

"Yes," he nodded, a warm smile spreading across his lips.

Severus slid the ring onto his outstretched finger before standing up and engulfing him in a warm hug. He couldn't believe that he had just agreed to marry someone, more importantly he has just agreed to marry Severus Snape. He hastily decided that any wedding would have to be a least a year from now. The engagement was one thing, but a hasty wedding was another. If he were a girl the first thing that anyone might have asked was: are you pregnant? It was such a stupid connotation, but it was one that was still very apparent. Since he couldn't be pregnant, there was one other thing that most people would think, that he was marrying Severus for his money. The age difference was of course the tell on that one, but what most people didn't know was that he was in possession of his own secret fortune.

"Earth to Harry," Severus chided lightly pulling him back to the moment.

"Huh?" Harry asked snapping back to the moment.

"Are you happy?" Severus posed the question again.

"Very happy," he confirmed, deciding it didn't matter what anyone else may think.

"I think this calls for a drink," Severus decided and made for the door.

Harry found a seat on one of the large padded couches that occupied the balcony and looked out at the beauty of the grounds. He was so enamored, once again, by the lights that he didn't notice Severus return. Severus poured them both glasses of the champagne that he had nicked from the refrigerator and then he toasted to a bright and happy future with one another. Harry had started to wrap his head around the fact that he was going to be married, and that Severus was going to be his future, but more importantly the man was going to be his present.

After awhile Harry noticed the radio that sat in one corner of the balcony and made his way to it. He turned it on and the soft music started floating out into the night air. He walked back over to where Severus sat and stood before him with a smile and stuck out his hand.

"Ask me to dance," he said playfully.

"There's no dance floor," Severus teased him.

"So what ask me anyway," Harry smiled.

"Would you like to dance?" Severus asked him.

"Yes," Harry grinned and took the man's hand.

Harry laid his head against Severus' chest and swayed to the soft music with the older man. He wasn't sure how long they danced or how much champagne he had, but when he started to nod off against the older man's chest, Severus lifted him with ease and carried him inside and laid him on the bed. The man made quick work of Harry's clothes and left him to sleep in his boxers, before changing and climbing into bed himself. He lazily thought that he could get used to Severus putting him to bed every night.

The next morning Harry woke to an empty bed and yawned loudly and stretched. That's when he caught the glint of the ring on his finger and held it up to examine it. It was really lovely, he had to admit that Severus has remarkable taste. The ring had a platinum band and three square cut diamonds inset into the band. It must have cost the man a pretty penny. He could hear Severus in the shower and rolled over wrapping the soft duvet around him. He felt like a cat lounging in the sun, maybe he could talk Draco into giving him this bed and talk Severus into replacing the one they had now. If the one at home was amazing this one was like sleeping on the finest cloud. He couldn't believe there were beds made that felt this good, he had definitely gained an appreciation for a good bed after escorting and sleeping on a cot in a cupboard for most of his life.

It suddenly hit him that he needed to break the news to everyone, particularly Draco, he groaned aloud at the thought of it. He wasn't sure how the blonde would react and momentarily considered taking the ring off and waiting until they were back in London to break the news. That could potentially backfire and the git would be upset that he had waited so long to tell him. He was going to have to man up and just tell him, and then there was the best man thing, could he have two best men? Was that a thing that was allowed. He didn't think he would be able to choose between Ron and Draco, maybe he could talk Severus into not having any best men at all. It would save him a load of trouble. Then there was Hermione, he knew that she wouldn't mind not being chosen and he could make her a bridesmaid, maybe he could just make them all equal. He shook his head and decided that there was plenty of time to make such decisions later, they hadn't even talked about dates yet. It hadn't even been a full day yet, yes those things were best left for later. The situation at hand was telling everyone.

Severus came out of the bathroom a few minutes afterwards and Harry took in the view. The man had ditched his normal black for khaki trousers and a white button up shirt, he looked like a completely different person. Harry liked it, but at the same time he preferred the man's normal wardrobe of all black.

"What?" Severus asked the corners of his mouth twitching up, hinting at a smile.

"Did you run out of black?" Harry teased from under the duvet.

"It's vacation, I thought I might mix things up a bit. Do you not like it?" Severus asked interestedly.

"Oh no I like it, but I think I prefer the black," Harry grinned broadly.

"And I like you as you are now," Severus said crossing the room to kiss him. "Half naked and in my bed."

"At your service," Harry grinned waggling his eyebrows.

"Yell if you're naked!" Draco yelled before pulling the door open with a hand over his eyes.

"Draco…" Severus admonished him.

"How disappointing," he grinned broadly looking at them both.

"I will you see you downstairs," Severus said looking at Harry and leaving the room.

Oh brilliant, he thought, leave me on my own to tell Draco. Please don't let him freak out, please, he silently pleaded with no one in particular.

"Draco, there's something I need to tell you," he said after a few moments.

"Hm?" Draco said looking up from his phone.

"Severus has asked me to marry him," Harry said bracing himself.

"Oh god, are you pregnant!" Draco exclaimed in mock disdain.

"You're a git," Harry said throwing a pillow at him.

"Let's see it then," Draco prompted and Harry stuck out his hand. "Hm…Uncle Sev did good.""I thought so," Harry agreed admiring the ring himself.

"You're officially off the market," Draco teased him.

Draco might have been brilliant over Severus' proposal, but the rest of the day he was a fucking nightmare. Severus eventually took Harry out for lunch to get away from the nightmare that was his godson. Draco had spent the entire morning rushing around ordering various people around, trying to make sure the final preparations for his party were in order. If there was anything to be said in advance it was that the entire thing was going to cost loads of money and be completely over the top. It was after all the Malfoy way. Severus didn't seem too excited about being forced to attend, but it was his godson's birthday and Harry had practically had to beg him when Severus had insisted that Draco wasn't 7 anymore.

What had frightened Harry most about the whole thing was when Draco had drug him up the stairs to help him choose which outfit was the right one for that night. He had gone ahead and bought 3 different ones, and the two that he didn't choose would more than likely never make it out of his closet. That was Draco, buy loads of clothes and never actually wear them. Harry, now that he had stopped escorting could be seen wearing the same tshirt twice in the same week. Draco noticed these things and reprimanded him often, saying that he'd let himself go now that he had left the business. He had let himself go and to be perfectly honest it felt great. It felt great not to have to worry about shaving everyday, or having to shower if he didn't feel like it. There was a freedom in not having to perfect every aspect of your body for the benefit of someone else.

"Why do you have to be so particular?" Harry accused sliding back onto Draco's bed.

"Why did you have to go and fall in love?" Draco asked smartly.

"It was an accident, and surely nothing could compare to your love affair with your closet," Harry grinned brightly.

"Love is terribly overrated, and is built on shaky ground, whereas the affair I share with my wardrobe is solid and it will last forever," Draco grinned at him.

"You need a boyfriend," Harry laughed.

"Not as long as I have my closet," Draco smirked before disappearing into the bathroom.

A few hours later Harry was finally released from Draco's custody and he went to find Severus. After hunting around the house for awhile he found the man asleep in their bedroom, he almost couldn't help himself and wanted nothing more than to pounce onto the bed. Instead, he opted to crawl across the bed and place a soft kiss on the older man's lips before snuggling in at his side. He could definitely see him and Severus spending afternoons like this for the rest of their lives. It was perfect, and he dared anyone to come in and interrupt it, especially Draco.

"What did you get Draco for his birthday?" Harry asked after awhile.

"What my godson loves the most, money," Severus replied knowingly. "What did you get him?"

"High end sex toys," Harry laughed with Severus scowled. "They're useful for his job and that's what he asked for."

"I don't want to know anymore," Severus said shaking his head.

"Speaking of gifts, I did get you something," Harry said crawling off the bed and sifting through his bag, and then pulling out a small black box."

"I hope you were not planning to ask me to marry you," Severus teased at the sight of the box.

"Not quite," Harry grinned and handed it to him.

Harry had gotten Severus a very expensive watch for his birthday, it was a black Rolex and on the back he had gotten the inscription: With Love, Harry. He had debated a very long time with what sort gift to get the man, and he decided that Severus would probably most appreciate a gift that also had a use. Severus' old watch had broken a few months ago and the man had yet to have it repaired or replaced, so he decided that a watch would make a nice gift. He had searched long and hard before he had managed to find the right one. Severus was a very particular man so it would take a very particular watch to match his personality. He had more than likely put too much thought into the whole thing, but all that mattered in the end was that the man liked it.

The man took the watch out of the box and inspected it carefully, turning it over in his hands. Harry watched nervously, and then finally the man slipped it onto his wrist and fastened the latch. This was the only seal of approval that he needed and a bright grin spread out onto his face.

"It's very nice," Severus commented after a moment. "But the only present I needed was you accepting my proposal."

"Well, I didn't know that there was going to be a proposal," Harry scoffed.

"That was my intent."

If nothing else could be said about Draco, it could be said that the git knew how to throw a particularly spectacular party. Harry was standing poolside on his own taking in the entire scene, Severus had retired almost an hour ago leaving him to his own devices. He was certain that Draco had invited everyone he had ever met to this party. The entire grounds were lit up with the white fairy lights and almost everyone there was completely wasted. Draco was up on the balcony on the house yelling loudly about something, and Harry had skillfully been avoiding his drunken advances all night. He didn't mean it, but when he was very drunk Draco got extra touchy feely, and quickly became the biggest flirt in country. So to keep them both out of trouble he made sure to keep at least ten feet between them.

Most of the night Harry had been scouting the party for a boy that might interest Draco. He was determined to show him that a relationship wasn't the end of the world, and he also felt like Draco could use more people in his life since his father had died. Draco knew that if he ever needed to that he could come to Harry, but a best friend and a lover were two different things when it came to things like this. He wanted someone who would be there for Draco and not just because of his fortune, so more than likely someone who was an heir to their own fortune. Just in case, and to eliminate any possibility that the person was interested in Draco for the wrong reasons. The boy he picked for Draco had to be perfect, because Draco was already going to be wary of the entire situation, and if Harry picked some absolute cock up then he wouldn't allow Harry to set him up again, and would more than likely continue his reign as an eternal bachelor. Yes, this all had to be done with special attention.

Harry sat down at the edge of the pool, dipping his legs into the water, and continued his survey of the boys at the party. After a few moments a familiar white haired girl sat down next to him and smiled dreamily. It was the girl from the coffee shop, but what was she doing here in Cornwall, and more importantly what was she doing at Draco Malfoy's party. He was certain that the two weren't friends because if Draco had known someone that odd he would have certainly mentioned it.

"Hello, Harry Potter," she said happily.

"Hello," he smiled back weakly.

"Are you enjoying the party?" She asked dreamily.

"Yeah, it's brilliant," he shrugged. "I didn't know that you knew Draco."

"I don't, he just invited everyone within 50 miles I think."

"Yeah, he would," Harry agreed thoughtfully.

"What are you thinking about Harry Potter?"

"I want to find Draco a boyfriend," he admitted sheepishly.

"You should introduce him to Neville Longbottom," she said pointing lazily to a lean, brown haired boy not far away.

"What do you know about him? The name is a bit much," Harry grinned at her.

"He is single. He's studying horticulture at university. Neville is a really nice person, he used to live down the hall from me and my father," she rambled on. "Oh, and he is the heir to quite a large fortune, but you would never know it. Kind of like you."

"Oh, um…yeah," he blushed.

"Goodbye Harry Potter, and good luck with your search," Luna smiled at him once more before skipping off. "And congratulations on your engagement."

Luna was the strangest person he had ever encountered, he couldn't fathom how she knew the things that she did. She was so unusually perceptive, but she had pointed him in the direction of Neville. Now he needed to get Neville to agree to a date, and he had to trap Draco into going on said date. Draco would be easy enough if he could get Neville to agree. He pulled Neville off to the side, out of Draco's sight and asked him if he would be interested in going out with the blonde. It took some convincing but Neville reluctantly agreed to go and Harry hugged him tightly before he knew was he was doing. After sorting out the day and the time, he headed back up the stairs to spend some much needed time with Severus, their time was running low and the man would be returning to London all too soon.

A/N: I hope you liked it. I think I actually have what is going to happen to finish off this story and into the sequel. Yeah, there will more than likely be a sequel! Although, it's still a while off, but I thought some of you might like that bit of news. Thanks for reading and reviewing.