"How long can we keep doing this?" It was the unasked question which had always floated between them, tempting and teasing.
Entwined together in the room of requirements, Harry's head is on Draco's chest when he asks. Draco wonders if Harry felt his heart quicken at those words, at the fear of being left.
He's lost Harry before, back during the war when they were forced to be enemies. Now it was different... bigger...better. This was the love of immortals, matched and mated. It was an undeniable love, the love which fairytales were written about.
"Forever," Draco whispers hoping, dreaming.