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Epilogue

January 31st, 2021 11:45pm

Two years after their relationship began, Harry and Draco found themselves celebrating New Year's Eve much in the same way they had that year, at the Ministry's ball. This time, however, wherever one went the other followed closely instead of watching each other from afar. As Draco watched Harry joking with Ron and Hermione, he reflected on the past couple years. Things hadn't always been perfect, but all in all his relationship with Harry just felt right. They had hit a bit of a rough patch shortly after their first appearance in the wizarding community. It had, of course, made all of the papers, and none of the stories were particularly kind. It hadn't seemed to bother Harry, but it had bothered Draco immensely. Then the hate mail had started coming, and it made Draco start to pull away in what he felt was a preemptive measure. Luckily, Harry had seen right through his defense mechanisms, and they had managed to work it out.

There had been other blips in the radar. Dealing with some of their past had been difficult, and they had silly, mundane arguments like all couples. There had been a bit of a disagreement after they had agreed to move in together. There had been a tense couple of weeks where they debated where to live. Ultimately, they had decided to live at the Manor after Draco had promised he would consider moving once Scorpius finished Hogwarts.

Despite all of this, Draco had been happier in the last couple years with Harry than he ever had in his life. Which is how he found himself at the Ministry ball once again. He hadn't wanted to come tonight, but Harry had been insistent. Draco would have been extremely content spending the night at home, snuggled up against Harry's side, but he had a very hard time saying no to his nemesis-turned-lover. Harry turned to smile at him, as if reading his thoughts and dropped a light kiss on his hand. "It's just about midnight, how about a dance to ring in the New Year?" Harry murmured lovingly into his ear.

Draco smiled and nodded in response, allowing himself to be led out onto the dancefloor. Harry slid his hands onto Draco's shoulders and pulled him close. "You know," Draco started after a moment of content silence. "You really have gotten much better at this since school."

Harry scrunched up his face and stuck out his tongue childishly. "Shut up," he chided with no real bite to his words.

Draco chuckled and kissed the dark-haired man on the temple. After a few more moments of the couple slowly swaying to the music, the countdown began. Harry's eyes met Draco's, with a tender gaze, eyes shining with love. "3...2...1." As the giant clock struck midnight and noisemakers sounded throughout the room, Harry leaned in and captured Draco's lips in a loving kiss that made Draco weak in the knees. The kiss continued for several seconds before Harry pulled back slightly to smile at Draco. "I know you didn't really want to come tonight so how about we make the rounds to say goodbye, and then we head home?" Harry suggested, nuzzling Draco's ear with his nose.

Draco shivered slightly as Harry's breath hit his ear. "Sounds good to me," he murmured, dropping a kiss to the top of his head.

About thirty minutes later, Draco and Harry had successfully found everyone they needed to see and said their goodbyes. Within five minutes of being home, Draco had managed to change into his pajamas and sink into the couch in the study with a glass of firewhisky. Harry appeared a few minutes later, shaking his head at his boyfriend. "What?" Draco asked innocently.

"For someone who spends so much time getting ready to go out, you sure get comfortable quickly," he teased.

Draco huffed indignantly. "There is nothing wrong with wanting to look presentable when one is in public, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't rather be in pj's," he informed him.

Harry chuckled and flopped onto the couch next to Draco. He curled up into the blond man's side and began to nibble on Draco's ear lobe. "Wouldn't you rather be naked, writhing around underneath me?" he suggested seductively.

Draco moaned slightly, setting his drink down to turn his full attention on Harry. He pulled the other man onto his lap to kiss him thoroughly. Harry smirked in triumph into the kiss and began to grind his hips against Draco's, making both of them moan. "God, I love you," Harry groaned as Draco began to suck on his pulse point.

"So gorgeous," Draco whispered back as he slid off Harry's shirt. Between the amount of alcohol he had consumed and the beautiful man on his lap, his mind was starting to feel hazy with lust. Usually they tended to make love slowly and throughly, but tonight Draco wanted things fast and hard. To convey this to Harry, he began sliding the other man's pajama pants off.

Harry stood up to take them off completely, raising an eyebrow in question. "Someone is eager today," he observed.

Draco pulled off his shirt quickly before moving on to work on his pants. "Says the man not wearing any underwear," he responded with a smirk.

Within minutes Draco was on his back, panting and groaning with need. Harry had two fingers inside him, stretching him and teasing his prostate. "More," Draco choked out, arching his back to try and push his fingers farther inside of him.

Harry looked up at him, his pupils blown wide with lust as he slid a third finger in. "So fucking tight," he moaned. "Ready?" he asked, a desperate edge to his voice.

Draco nodded eagerly and keened as Harry's throbbing erection filled him. Harry dropped featherlight kisses across Draco's chest until he was fully seated inside of him. Draco wiggled his hips, encouraging Harry to move, and that was all it took for Harry to spring into action. He pulled his cock almost completely out before sliding back in, hitting Draco's prostate in the process. Draco felt like he was on fire as Harry began to thrust in earnest, moaning and grunting in pleasure. He felt his orgasm building, and Harry hadn't even touched him yet. By the look on Harry's face and the hurried pace at which he was thrusting, he was getting close as well. "So good," Harry moaned. "Merlin, I'm so close." He continued to thrust and slid his hand between their bodies to stroke Draco.

It only took a few strokes before Draco was exploding, his vision filling with stars and Harry's name falling from his lips. He was vaguely aware that Harry was filling him as he too was pushed over the edge. As the aftershocks of both of their orgasms began to subside, Harry collapsed next to Draco and threw an arm around him. "Happy New Year, Draco."

Draco smiled and kissed Harry in response. "Love you," he mumbled, his eyes falling closed in fatigue.

"I love you too" was the last thing he heard before he dropped into sleep.

Some time later, an alarm went off, pulling the pair abruptly out of a peaceful sleep. "What the bloody hell is that?" Draco asked grumpily.

"Mmm," Harry said with a stretch. "Must be 2:15."

"Why the fuck did you set an alarm for 2:15 am?!" Draco demanded with a glare.

Harry chuckled at his boyfriend's despair. "You'll see. Get dressed and meet me in the front hall."

Draco sighed in annoyance but did as he was told. Once he was fully dressed, he felt slightly more awake but still had no idea what Harry was up to. Usually Draco had to drag the other man out of bed so it had to be something important. "Alright, I'm dressed. Now what?" he grouched.

"Hey," Harry reprimanded. "If you don't stop being grumpy, I won't tell you."

Draco sighed again but his lips twitched in a slight smile. "Alright, fine. Proceed."

Harry smiled at him before looking away, appearing almost nervous. He seemed to compose himself, however, as he turned around, positioning Draco so he was facing the Floo. Once the pair was arranged the way that Harry wanted, he reached into his pocket. He levitated the object that he removed and enlarged it. Draco realized that it was a clock set to 11:59, the same clock that he had used to recreate midnight two years ago. Draco wasn't completely sure what was happening, but his heart sped up in anticipation.

With a flick of his wand, Harry started the watch. He took a deep breath and reached out to take Draco's hands in his. "Two years ago, I showed up in this very foyer with this very clock to get the best midnight kiss of my life. It may have been close to 2:30 in the morning when it actually happened, but it counts in my book. Since then, you have done nothing but make me happier and happier by the day. I never saw this coming, but now that it's happened, I never want to lose this, lose you." Draco felt his eyes begin to well up with tears of joy as he slowly realized what was happening. Harry glanced back at the clock, and as there were just 10 seconds left until "midnight," a tinny voice began to countdown. Harry smiled at Draco before dropping down to one knee. "Draco Malfoy, I want you to be my midnight kiss every year for the rest of my life. I love you, and I couldn't imagine life without you. Will you marry me?" He finished his speech just as the countdown ended and fireworks exploded above his head.

By this point, tears were flowing steadily down Draco's cheeks as he stared down at the beautiful man, holding out a simple, gold ring to him. "Yes! Merlin, yes! Of course I'll marry you!" he choked out, not trusting his voice to say anything else.

Harry's face broke out into an ecstatic grin as tears began to leak out of his eyes as well. He jumped up, pulling Draco into a wet, excited kiss. They were both crying and laughing as they embraced. "I love you, Harry Potter," Draco sobbed, as Harry slipped the ring on his finger.

"I love you too," Harry responded, unable to stop smiling. "Aren't you glad you let me wake you up?"

"For this? I suppose I forgive you," Draco said haughtily.

"But if you would like, we can go to bed now and celebrate in the morning," Harry conceded, barely concealing a yawn.

Draco chuckled but nodded in agreement. "Celebrate tomorrow," he repeated, grabbing Harry's hand and leading him up the stairs to his bedroom. Years ago, if someone would have told Draco that in the early hours of 2022, he would be getting engaged to Harry Potter, he would have suggested that the individual get him or herself to St. Mungo's to get checked out. Today, however, it was a different type of disbelief. As he slid into bed with this amazing man who had just proposed, he couldn't believe that he could be so lucky to find someone who made him feel the way that he did. And somehow it only made sense that it was none other than Harry Potter.

The End