A/N: Okay, I lied. I decided to do one extra chapter before the epilogue. I came up with the idea for this during an old episode of Criminal Minds. I thought it might be cute to see how they end up engaged before showing them getting married. Plus, this allowed me to show some scenes that people requested. I hope you guys like it:)

Valentine's Day 1998

The last couple of months were a blur of happiness for both Harry and Draco. Harry saw that Draco was true to his word. He acted like a spoiled brat and demanded that Harry spend more and more time with him. They would get into arguments about it every once in a while. Draco would always make up for it when they were alone with sweet words and soft kisses. He had even kept sending him a gift and a letter each day. He made it clear that Harry would receive a gift and letter every day as long as Draco was alive.

Harry pulled out the little box he had kept in his pocket for the past month. He wanted them to start their lives together without reminders of the past. He had picked out a new ring for Draco and a matching one for himself. He couldn't wait to ask Draco to marry him. That wouldn't happen until later tonight, though. He grabbed his things and headed to the Owlery before breakfast.

HPDM

Draco sat at breakfast with Blaise and Pansy. She had a hard time accepting that he had never lost his memory and that he really was in love with Harry. She had hexed the crap out of Draco when she first found out. It took her a couple weeks to come around. She finally hugged him and told him that she still wanted him in her life, even if he didn't love her.

Draco looked up as an owl swooped in and dropped a letter and a rose. He smiled in memory of the last time he got a rose and letter. Just like before, he lifted the rose and close his eyes and he delicately sniffed it. He opened the letter to see he wasn't the only one repeating the past.

Draco,

Happy Valentine's Day, love. You make me feel like the luckiest man in the world every day I spend with you. I hope I make you just as happy. Meet me at the front doors before dinner for a surprise.

All my Love,

Harry

He looked up and caught Harry's eye. He gave him a smile and nodded. He couldn't wait to see what Harry had come up with.

HPDM

Draco made it to the front doors without interruption this time. Harry was waiting for him with a grin.

"What is my surprise this time, honey?" he said.

"I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you," Harry quipped.

Draco's face scrunched up in confusion. "Huh?"

Harry shook his head and smiled wryly. "Muggle thing."

Draco frowned. "I don't think I want to know."

Harry laughed and grabbed Draco's hand to pull him out the door. He led him toward the lake, toward the spot by the tree where they had sat just a few months before. There was a picnic set out with candles and champagne.

"Oh, Harry. This is so sweet of you, if a bit cliché."

Harry's smile slipped a bit. "You don't like it?"

Draco looked over and saw the crestfallen look on Harry's face. He rushed to reassure him. "No, I do. I just expected something different since the surprise you set up for our fake anniversary."

"I didn't think of that. I'm sorry."

"Harry, it's fine. You did all this for me, and I love you for it."

"You're still disappointed."

Draco couldn't tell the truth when he saw how upset Harry was. "I love it, honey. It's beautiful and sweet and I'm sure you spent a lot of time getting it ready."

Harry knew Draco was lying, but he also knew that the reason was because Draco loved him and didn't want to hurt his feelings. Draco was obviously trying hard to act like he liked it. He had sat down and starting pulling food out and pouring the champagne. Hopefully, his gift would make up for it. The bottle was charmed to pour the ring into Draco's glass.

Draco handed Harry his glass and clinked their glasses together. "Happy Valentine's Day, love." They both took a drink, then Draco pulled a gift out of his pocket. "I was going to send it with my daily morning gift, but this was special so I decided to wait. I was originally going to wait until your birthday since I wasn't sure if it was appropriate for Valentine's Day. I couldn't wait that long, though. I hope you like it."

Harry slowly picked it up and unwrapped it. It was a scrapbook. He opened it up and saw muggle pictures of a little redheaded girl. His breath caught when he realized it was his mother. He looked up at Draco. "How did you get these?"

Draco cleared his throat as he shifted uncomfortably. "Dumbledore allowed Severus to take me to your muggle relatives house. I talked to your aunt and convinced her to get me all of the pictures she had of your mother." He paused before continuing, very carefully. "She seemed pretty happy to be rid of them. I didn't realize your relatives were so terrible. I'm sorry if it seems like I overstepped my bounds."

Harry's eyes were filled with tears. "You didn't do anything wrong. I probably should have told you about them. I didn't have a great childhood. They never loved me or even cared about me. I wish you hadn't found out that way, though."

"It was worth it if you like the gift. I would do it again."

"I love it. I didn't even know that Petunia had pictures of my mum."

"Well, she doesn't anymore. You do. Keep looking."

Harry slowly turned the pages to see more pictures of his mother. Then, he came across pictures of his dad when he was little. He looked at Draco questioningly.

"Those were actually a little more difficult to get. Every pureblood wizarding family has a family home. I have Malfoy Manor. Your father had Potter Manor. The only reason your parents bought the cottage they lived in with you was because of the Dark Lord. They lived in Potter Manor before that. They had every intention of going back after Voldemort was defeated. Not many people alive today are accepted by the wards there. Dumbledore is one of them. He went to your family home and got the pictures from your father's childhood for me."

Harry lunged forward and hugged Draco. "This is the best present I've ever gotten. Thank you. It's time for my gift to you." He pulled the box out of his pocket, took Draco's hand, and looked into his eyes. "Draco, we had a very rough start. We fought for years, and then you tricked me by pretending to lose your memory. I can't even pretend to be mad about it anymore, because you showed me what I was missing. I fell in love with you, and I fall a little more in love with you every day. Will you marry me?" He opened the box to show the new ring.

Draco gaped at him. "You can't be serious!"

Harry's smile dropped off his face. "What do you mean?"

"We're too young to get married. We haven't been together that long. We barely know each other."

Harry looked at him in amazement. "You pretended to lose your memory and acted like we were married."

"But, we weren't really married. That showed me that we really shouldn't rush into anything like that."

"Are you serious?"

Draco's face softened. "Harry, I love you more than anything. I would love to spend the rest of my life with you, but we're only 17. We need to get out in the world and experience life as adults before we make a decision that serious. I'll say yes one day. When we're ready for that step."

Harry slowly closed the box. "Okay."

"Please, don't be upset, honey. I'm not saying no. Just…not right now."

Harry gave him a small smile. "I suppose you're right."

"Of course I am. Let's eat."

July 31, 1999

Harry walked in the door of his flat, glad to be home. It was his birthday, and he just wanted to be with his boyfriend and friends. He took a shower and went to find the outfit he always wore for his birthday. Except he couldn't find it. He started pulling his clothes out of his side of the closet and couldn't find them anywhere. He heard the door open moments before Draco started calling for him.

"I'm in the bedroom. Do you know where my favorite jeans are? Or my t-shirt with the purple cat?"

"That was a cat? I thought it was a pygmy puff."

"Draco, seriously. Where are they?"

Draco looked away. "I'm not sure. Maybe they're in the wash. I picked up this wonderful outfit for you, though. Since you said we were going out with your friends, I thought it would make you look amazing."

"But, I wanted my favorite birthday outfit."

"Birthday?" Draco froze for a moment. "I'm sorry, honey. I don't know where those clothes are."

"Are you sure? You look a little shifty," Harry said, suspiciously.

"It's just a Slytherin trait. Can't be helped. Just put on the outfit I got you so we can go."

"Fine."

HPDM

Harry and Draco fell in their door later that night. They were drunk, kissing, and groping each other. Harry shoved his hand in the back of Draco's trousers, but Draco gently pushed him away. "Hold on."

Draco went to the kitchen, and all Harry could hear was the slamming of doors for a few moments. Draco came back with his hands behind his back. "Go to the bathroom and get ready for bed. I need 5 minutes before you come in the bedroom."

Harry went to the bathroom before going in the bedroom. Draco was spread out on the bed, wearing nothing but chocolate syrup and whipped cream. Draco had never looked so sexy before. He slowly walked to the bed. "You look good enough to eat."

"Happy Birthday, honey. I thought you might like your gift," Draco smirked.

"I may be drunk, but I still remember you telling me you would give me birthday sex when you forgot my birthday."

"Damn it! I should never have told you that."

"I never said I minded. In fact, I think this tops all of my presents ever." Harry thought for a moment. "Combined," he added.

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

Harry pounced.

HPDM

Draco was curled up into Harry's side afterwards, sweaty and panting. "Best time ever."

"Mmm," Harry agreed. He reached in the side table to pull out his little box. "I don't have the energy for a big speech, so do you wanna?"

"How romantic," Draco drawled. He sighed. "Harry, I told you before I don't want to rush."

"It's not rushing. We've been together officially for a year and a half."

"I just don't think we're ready. We're both still in training. I want to get through training and be a full Healer before we make that next step. Wouldn't you like to be promoted to an actual Auror?"

Harry sighed deeply in disappointment. "I won't ask again, then."

"Harry, don't be like that."

"I've asked twice. I've been rejected twice. I love you, Draco. I know what I want. I want you. I want to be married to you. I want us to have kids. Severus finished that potion ages ago. Your father has been on my back, because he thinks I'm the one that doesn't want to marry you."

"I'll set my father straight. I'll tell him that you asked, and I put it off."

"Why should we put it off?"

"I want us to have our lives together. I want us to be in stable jobs before we get married. That way, I can take the potion on our wedding night and get pregnant right away."

"Fine. Just let me know since you've apparently got our lives all figured out for the both of us."

"Honey, it's not like that. Like I said last time, it's not a no. Just not right now. You'll see. It will make everything more special."

Harry pulled Draco close as he wondered why Draco didn't want to marry him.

September 8, 1999

Harry was having lunch with Blaise. Blaise had showed up at Auror training when Harry had. They had become good friends since they had been in training together.

"I just don't understand, Blaise. He went to all that trouble to get me in school. He was more than happy to pretend to be married to me. Now, it's like the thought of being married to me for real is the worst thing he can think of."

"You're exaggerating, Potter. Draco loves you. He's wanted you for 8 years. That hasn't stopped. You're still all he ever talks about. It was annoying when you two were enemies. 'Potter this and Potter that'. We thought it might end once you got together. It got worse. 'Harry this and Harry that'. I like you and all, but if I have to listen to your many virtues one more time, I'm going to AK someone."

"What's the problem, then?"

"He's scared. He wanted you for so long, that it scares him now that he has you. He's worried you're going to find someone better and leave him. Or that you're going to get engaged, get everything for a wedding, and then tell him it was a joke."

"Does he really think that little of me?"

"No, he thinks that little of himself. He may seem like an arrogant, vain, snotty, snobby-"

"I get it."

"Anyway, he may seem like he has a high opinion of himself, but he's very insecure. A lot of people in Slytherin only wanted to be his friend because of his name and family money. A few actually ended up liking him, but most would have stabbed him in the back at the first chance. He has a hard time believing that people can actually really like him for who he is. He'll come around. It will take time, but he'll be ready to get married once he sees you're not going anywhere. It just might not be until you're 80."

"Thanks, Blaise. That was so helpful," Harry deadpanned. The bracelets on Harry and Blaise's wrists let out loud alarms. "It must be bad if they want the trainees."

Blaise snorted in agreement. "Let's go save the world, Potter."

HPDM

Draco raced down the hallway of St. Mungo's in a panic. He had got a Patronus from Blaise saying that Harry was hurt. He ran around a corner and bumped into Blaise. "Where is he? Is he okay? I thought trainees weren't allowed in the field yet? What the hell happened?"

"He's in a room down the hall. He's alive, and that's all I know right now. We aren't supposed to be in the field, but there was an attack and they needed everyone they could get. Harry was covering for me when I was trying to sneak close to one of the suspects. The guy exploded a boulder behind Harry and a large chunk fell on him. It crushed his chest. I got him here as quick as I could. I'm waiting to see him."

"Oh my gods. I'm going to lose him. I wanted him longer than I actually had him. I can't lose him this soon, Blaise!"

"Calm down, Draco. Deep breaths. This is Harry we're talking about. What did you call him? The Boy Who Wouldn't Die? Plus, he loves you. He won't leave you now. He's too jealous and possessive anyway. Even if he died, his ghost would come back just to make sure no one else got in your trousers."

Draco chuckled through his tears. "He probably would. Not even his fame kept him from getting kicked out of clubs for hexing anyone who flirted with me."

"See? He never learned to handle those situations better. He's a stubborn arse. He's not going anywhere."

"Draco?"

Draco and Blaise looked up to see a tired Healer beside them. "Healer Wicke? Is Harry okay?"

"He'll be okay. We fixed up the worst of the damage. We didn't want to overload him potions so some injuries will need to heal on their own. You can see him now."

Draco hugged the older woman. "Thank you so much."

"Don't worry about it, Draco."

"Um, is okay if I take some time off?"

She smiled at him. "Of course. I thought you might want to. I'll let Healer Morgan know that you won't be in for a couple weeks."

Draco thanked her again before following Blaise to Harry's room. Harry had bandages wrapped around his chest and his arm was in a sling. "Oh, Harry!"

Harry had Draco wrapped around him before he could blink. "I'm fine, baby. There's not that much left to heal. Everything's okay. I'm sorry I worried you."

Draco had climbed in Harry's lap, wrapped his arms around his neck, and had his face buried in Harry's neck. His voice was slightly muffled when he spoke. "Ask me again."

Harry blinked. "What?"

Draco pulled back and looked in Harry's eyes, tears still pouring down his face. "Ask. Me. Again."

Harry couldn't stop the smile that stole across his face. He gestured for Blaise to reach in the pocket of his cloak. Blaise pulled out a little box and handed it to Harry. Harry opened it and bit his lip. "Draco, you're the reason I'm alive right now. I fought to live, because I didn't want to leave you. I was also worried Pansy might try to take advantage of you in your vulnerable state-" SMACK! Draco had slapped Harry in his good arm. "Okay, I'm serious. You are my life, and I want to spend the rest of my life showing you that. Will you marry me?"

Draco bit his lip and looked thoughtful. He sighed. "I guess, if you insist. I mean, you probably won't stop asking until I say yes so I may as well save you the trouble."

Harry laughed and kissed Draco to shut him up. "You're such a brat, sometimes. I love that about you, though. Don't ever change."