The next morning, Harry woke up feeling very warm. 'I wish my bed was this warm every morning.' Then, he remembered he wasn't in his bed. He opened his eyes and saw that he was pressed against Draco's back with his hand placed protectively on Draco's chest. He blinked a few time before reaching for his glasses on the nightstand. The movement woke up the blond next to him. Draco rolled over to give him a quick kiss.

"Morning, sexy," he purred.

"Morning, baby. Didn't figure you for a morning person." As soon as he said it, he realized his mistake.

"We've been married for almost a year. Why are you acting like this is the first time you've woken up next to me?"

"I guess it just still surprises me." Harry cursed himself for such a stupid explanation.

"Oh, well, you're weird. What are we doing for our anniversary?"

"Anniversary?" Harry squeaked.

Draco laughed. "Yes, anniversary. The day we celebrate our marriage. It's coming up in a couple weeks."

Harry's mind started rushing, trying to think of something to say. "Yes," he said, slowly. "Our anniversary. It's a surprise."

"Ooh, I love surprises! I'm sure it'll be special and romantic. That's just the kind of person you are. Let's get some breakfast. I'm starving."

Harry called for Dobby, who promised to be right back with food for the two of them. They sat on the bed, talking about their rooms, until he came back. They ate and then settled down to wait for Dumbledore. They didn't have to wait for long.

"Good morning, boys. I trust you slept well," Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling merrily almost as if he knew exactly what happened the night before.

"Yes, sir. We're ready to go. I would really like to get out of here before that crazy woman changes her mind and makes me stay," Draco said in a panic. He knew it wouldn't take much for Madam Pomfrey to say he couldn't leave.

Dumbledore chuckled and said, "All right, Mr. Potter. Let's get you settled in your new rooms. I believe you wanted to decorate it, correct?"

Draco gaped at him. "How did you know that?"

"I know almost everything, Mr. Potter. If you promise to take it easy, I'll allow you two to go to Hogsmeade to buy things for your rooms."

"Really? Of course I promise! There's loads to do to get it ready."

Harry knew Draco was getting too excited. "Draco, you promised to take it easy. We don't have to get it all done at once."

Draco pouted. "I know. I just want to get started. I'll do the bare minimum and we'll go periodically afterward to finish it up."

"Okay. I just don't want you to overdo it and end up right back here."

Draco's eyes sparkled in amusement. "Protective much, honey? I'm fine. Let's go."

The two boys lapsed into silence and followed Dumbledore out of the Hospital Wing and through several turns and corridors until they reached a painting of a beautiful woman sitting in a field of flowers. Dumbledore said the password and the three of them entered the rooms. Draco was, once again, overexcited as he flitted around the main room. It had a couch, two armchairs, two desks, and a fireplace. There were two bedrooms, which were connected to a bathroom in the middle. One of the bedrooms had a king size bed and two wardrobes and the other was empty since it was normally used for any children the married couple had.

Draco ran back out of their bedroom and went straight to Harry, who was chuckling at Draco's actions. "I can't wait to start decorating, honey! So much potential. We can start planning tonight and go shopping tomorrow. It's going to be so much fun."

Dumbledore beamed at the two young boys. "I'll leave you to it then. You have permission to visit Hogsmeade any time you wish this week. Just send me an owl when you leave so I know you'll be gone. Good day, gentlemen."

"Thank you, Professor," both boys chorused.

"Now that we're completely alone," Draco said, huskily. He turned to face Harry with desire in his eyes. He started advancing, his eyes never leaving his "husband" for a moment.

Harry tried to stamp down his panic as he backed away from Draco. "Baby, you remember what Pomfrey said. We can't do that. It could completely ruin your recovery." He didn't realize he had backed into their bedroom until his legs hit the bed.

Draco gave him a seductive smile. "Harry, honey, she said we couldn't have sex. She didn't say we couldn't do anything else. I just want a simple kiss. Is there something wrong with that?" He stopped with barely any room between them. He placed his hands on Harry's stomach and slowly slid them up his chest. He heard Harry's breath hitch and he smirked to himself. He leaned in for a quick kiss before pushing Harry onto the bed. Draco almost laughed at the surprise on Harry's face. He quickly straddled his "husband's" hips and bent down to bite Harry's bottom lip. Harry started moaning and lifted his head to suck Draco's lip into his mouth. He nibbled and licked it until he was granted access.

He couldn't believe the emotions and actions Draco was arousing in him. When he was with Ginny, it was tender and loving. This…this was intense and passionate. He had always felt there was something lacking in his relationship with Ginny. Something that seemed to be there between him and Draco. He started running his hands all over Draco's back, sides, hips, everywhere he could reach. It wasn't until he felt Draco's hands tugging on his zipper that he snapped back to reality. His hands flew down to stop Draco's from going any further. Draco pulled back as his dazed and confused eyes sought Harry's.

"Why did you stop?" he finally asked, slightly out of breath.

"You know we can't do this," Harry panted.

"I hurt my head, not the rest of my body," Draco said, frustrated. "I love you and I want to show you how much."

"She wouldn't have said no unless there was a reason. I promise, the day she says it's okay, we will," Harry said, confident that Pomfrey would never say it was okay.

Draco quickly formulated a plan in his mind. He would put it into action later. "Okay, fine. Let's figure out what we're going to do about our rooms."

Draco got some parchment and a quill and walked into the main room. Harry got up and followed him. He watched Draco mutter to himself for a few minutes before speaking up. "You know, I really don't think we should do too much here."

Draco's head snapped up. "What do you mean?"

"Well, it's just that this isn't our home. These are just our rooms at school, kind of like the dorms. I think a personal touch would be nice but I don't think we should do a whole lot."

Draco looked at the fireplace for a moment before looking back with a decisive look on his face. "You're right. Maybe a few knickknacks or figurines. A painting or two. Maybe change the colors of the walls and furniture. Would that be okay?"

Harry nodded. "That sounds perfect, baby. A few personal touches without overdoing it. But, I'll do the harder work like putting up the paintings and the spells to change the colors. I don't want you to exhaust yourself."

Draco kissed him on the cheek. "You're so sweet. Let's go ahead and go to Hogsmeade now."

They stopped at the owlery to send an owl to Dumbledore to let him know of their plans. They were allowed to use one of the carriages so Draco wouldn't have to walk so far and Draco plopped himself on Harry's lap as soon as they got in. He spent the trip there bouncing in Harry's lap in excitement, making Harry shift a little so his erection wasn't noticeable. They went through the shops, picking out whatever Draco wanted. Despite Harry's concerns about not wanting to do too much to the rooms, Draco picked out more than was agreed upon because Harry couldn't say no when Draco looked at him so obviously happy and excited. Draco made Harry pick out a few things as well even though it was obvious by the grimace on Draco's face that he didn't much care for Harry's taste. He was still insistent that it should be a joint effort so it would be a mixture of both of them. Draco arranged for it all to be sent to the castle while Harry signed the papers to allow the money to be taken out of his Gringott's account. Harry was silently thankful for the fact that he had received two major inheritances.

As they walked out of the last shop, Draco slipped his hand in Harry's, intertwining their fingers. He smiled at Harry and tugged him towards the Three Broomsticks. "I'm thirsty, honey. Let's get a drink before we go back."

Harry got an idea. "Here. Take some money and get us some drinks. I'll be right back."

"Okay. Hurry up. I'll be waiting." Draco leaned over and gave Harry a brief kiss.

Harry blushed and turned around. He walked towards the jewelry shop. After a quick look to make sure Draco had gone inside, he went through the door. He walked over to the rings to see what they had. His eyes were drawn to a pair on the end. They were silver with runes etched on them. He asked the shopkeeper about them.

"Ah, yes. They say 'Love, Cherish, Protect.' You can also have an inscription written on the inside."

Harry nodded and told the shopkeeper the inscription he wanted and waited while it was done. He paid for the rings and put them in his pocket. He walked to the Three Broomsticks to meet his "husband." To his chagrin, due to Draco's excessive affection, Draco was sitting right in the middle of the establishment. It was one thing to kiss Draco at school where everyone knew the story. It was quite another to kiss in front of people who didn't know and would tell the press.

Draco stood up as soon as he saw Harry. "Over here, honey! I got you a drink."

Harry could feel himself turn bright red and walked over to the table. "Thanks, baby. Sit back down."

Draco looked amused. "Aw, honey. Did I embarrass you? I love making you blush. You look adorable. So, where did you go?"

Harry shook his head. "I'll tell you when we get back."

"All right, Mr. Secrets. Maybe I could torture it out of you," Draco mused. He scooted his chair as close to Harry as he could. He rested his head on his right hand and slipped his left hand under the table. Harry jumped when he felt a hand rubbing his leg. The hand slowly made its way up his thigh. He immediately tried to stop Draco from going further but Draco ignored him and slapped his hand away before continuing his adventure. Harry continued to fight him but completely froze when he heard his zipper.

Draco drank his butterbeer and chattered nonstop about their rooms while slipping his hand down his companion's pants. Harry had to stifle a moan when he felt the hand inside his boxers brush against him. He could feel his face getting hotter and hotter. He was in the middle of a drink when Draco grasped ahold of him and started moving up and down. He spit out his drink on the table and glared at Draco, who just gave him an innocent smile. Once again, Harry tried to push his hand away but Draco refused to relinquish his grip. He swiped his thumb across the tip and Harry bit back a groan. He stopped trying to push Draco's hand away because it really just felt so much better than when he did it to himself.

Draco increased his pressure and speed until Harry couldn't hold it in anymore. A moan slipped out and people started staring at them. Draco continued his babbling about their rooms, trying not to laugh while Harry was biting his lip and had a death grip on the table. He could tell Harry was getting close. One last swipe on the tip and it was all over. Harry groaned loudly and dropped his head to the table. Draco discretely, or maybe not, pulled out his hand and zipped Harry back up. He ignored all the whispering and pulled Harry up out of his seat. He kissed him lightly on the lips and pulled him by the hand out of the Three Broomsticks and back to the castle.