"I don't want to be sad anymore," he said.

"Then don't be sad."

"It's not that simple."

"I know it's not."

"I don't want to fight with you again. I don't want to be angry like I was after the war."

"Those two days of complete silence were awful," Draco said, and Harry turned to him.

"They were. I don't want that again," Harry frowned.

"I don't either."

At Grimmuald Place after the war, nOnce Harry and Draco had gotten more comfortable with each other, Draco had said something about being a Death Eater, how it was almost good that he was one so he was safe, and Harry erupted. He screamed at him, and Draco screamed at him back. That was the worst fight they'd ever had, and it ended up with Draco throwing a vase and Harry, and Harry threw a plate of china at him and Draco told him to never talk to him again and ran to one of the bedrooms and locked Harry out for around 18 hours.

That night, at around two in the morning, Draco woke up to Harry shrieking downstairs from a nightmare, and he found him on the couch crying his eyes out. They didn't speak, but Draco carried him upstairs and placed him in the bed next to him. They still didn't speak. The cuddled, but didn't speak. Harry woke up to find Draco gone.

They also had sex four times within those two days.

The first time, they had angry sex. Really angry sex. While Harry searched for Draco along Grimmauld Place, somehow Draco ended up behind him and slammed him against the wall, and at some point, Draco had dragged Harry by his hair across the hall. He pounded into him up against the wall with their trousers barely past their thighs.

They still didn't speak to each other. Not a word. Just grunts and moans of pain or pleasure, depending on what they were doing.

The second time they had sex over those two days, was really really awkward. It was guilty, and it wasn't meant to happen. Sex from guilt. Draco was in the kitchen ridiculously late at night- the room only lit by a candle, his knees up to his chest with a cup of stale tea in his hands. It was the only thing he'd consumed that day, well, besides Harry's... never mind. They hadn't seen each other since they had sex, in fact they avoided each other.

Harry walked in and they looked at each other. Draco sniffed and wiped his nose with the shirt Harry had given him, and Harry had just showered. He smelled of mint, and Draco remembered asking himself why, but Harry walked slowly to him, and kissed him, but Draco didn't respond at first. And then they made out.

And then they made out on the table. And then they had sex on the table, but it wasn't like they were comfortable; they still couldn't speak to each other.

Harry guided him to one of the bedrooms with two beds in it, and he laid on one, and Draco laid on the other. They didn't face each other until morning, well, five o' clock in the morning, when Draco had a shallow nightmare and he crawled into his bed. Harry turned around and couldn't sleep after that. Draco tried, but he wanted Harry's touch, and Harry didn't let him have it until almost ten in the morning, when they had dirty sex again. That sex was in sin because it was so tender.

Still no words.

At some point, Harry fell asleep later that day for about twenty minutes, and Draco hadn't moved, rather just stared at him. That was the first time Draco had told him he loved him.

With a heavy heart, shaking hands, and a naked body, Draco said it after two days of silence. "I love you."

It hit Harry harder than finding out about the Dark Mark. It hit Harry... damn it hit him.

His mouth fell open, and eyes watered. He forgot to breathe. Draco had to check his pulse. He said it again, and Harry started crying.

He'd waited over three years to hear those words. "Of all the times you had to tell me," he had claimed, and Draco just said "It felt like the right one."

Harry disagreed with the timing, but he said it back anyway. Then they had tender sex, and they could use the others' names, and Harry had to stop in the middle of it because he sobbed so hard. Draco said "I love you," between every kiss.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you when I woke up," Harry said, taking another bite of pastry.

"Give me your second pastry and I'll forgive you," Draco leant in and kissed him, enjoying his taste.

"You're going to have to make me a thousand pastries to make up for this," Harry joked, strictly because he wanted to.

"I'll make you ten thousand pastries if you want me to," Draco said, his eyes full of promise.

"Or you could just marry me and we'll call it even."

Draco frowned. He kissed him as an answer, but Harry turned before impact, and it ended up being his cheeks instead of his lips. Harry took the last bite of his pastry and grabbed hold of his for, shoveling in some eggs.

"I want to. Very much," he swallowed, and he put wiped away Harry's bangs.

"Tell me about your engagement. I want to hear all about it."

"No, I don't want you to know all of the details, especially-"

"Draco," he raised his voice just a little, "You owe me that much."

He did.

Draco exhaled. "After you eat."

"I've eaten."

"Eat more. That's not enough."

"Would you like anything," Harry remained civil. Don'tpush, Harry told himself. He didn't want another repeat of Grimmuald Place.

"That sausage looks delicious," Draco stared at the plate over his shoulder.

"Oh it is," Harry winked and gestured down to his-

"Hey!"

"You should try it, sometime. It keeps all my clients coming back for more," he smirked.

"Clients? What clients," Draco laughed.

"Oh, you know, all the sex gods." He took a bit of toast and a few more bites of egg, suddenly realizing how hungry he was.

"Please tell me what sex gods get a piece of your bloody package," Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Oh plenty. But that's classified," Harry said, pushing his food to his cheek and taking a bit of pumpkin juice to help it down. Draco shoved at his shoulder and his mouth opened. Harry looked down at him, swallowing. "You know, jealousy doesn't look good on you."

"Right, because I'm jealous of those funny little sex gods that you come up with in your head."

"Oh good, you admitted it," Harry said, but then he laughed. Draco smiled brightly, holding back a chuckle, and he kissed Harry's shoulder again.

"You're unbearable."

Harry stabbed the sausage on his plate and hovered the fork in front of Draco's face. "What, you said you wanted it."

Draco looked at it and gulped. "But Harry, it's so big! I don't know if it'll fit," Draco played it off.

"Take it," Harry giggled.

"If you say so," Draco smiled, and he licked the length of it, and put the mouth on the tip of it, kissing it.

"Stop giving my food a blow job and eat it," Harry snapped, although he did laugh again. Good, Draco thought, he's laughing.

Draco did eat it, and Harry finished off a lot of his food, leaving Draco proud of him, and he kissed him thoroughly, although he tasted of breakfast.

Harry took a look around the room. It was extravagant. The entire floor was a bed, and the length of the walls correlated that of an olympic swimming pool. Ten feet above them stood a platform that led to the door, with a latter that connected the two.

"This room is incredible," Harry said, "How did you think of it?"

"I just wanted us to be comfortable, and the Room of Requirement gave us this."

Draco walked the tray over to the platform, and jumped off the latter a few steps high, leaving him to bounce on the floor made up of only bedding.

"Oh my god," Harry shouted, and he stood up, his feet sinking down into the mattress.

"What?" Harry just ran to the latter and pushed Draco out of the way. "Hey!"

"Well move your arse over! This is important!"

He reached the top and looked over the entire thing, smiling.

"Are you a nutter," Draco asked.

"Yes," Harry answered. He took a breath, backed all the way to the door and sprinted along the length of the platform, only to jump over the latter and free-fall to the floor where he landed on his stomach, was absorbed, and sprung up again like a child on a trampoline. He laughed like one, too. "Draco, come on, try it! It's like you're flying, but you're not!"

Draco shook his head and laughed, and he climbed the latter, repeating what Harry did. To make Harry laugh even more, the screamed on his way down, and once he hit the mattress and sprung back up again, he spun so he could land on his back, and he found himself next to Harry, who was smiling like a dork.

"See! That was fun! Want to go again?"

"I don't know, Harry, I mean, we're getting older, and- RACE YOU!" Draco got up to run but Harry grabbed him by his briefs and shoved him back down, giving him momentum to bounce up to his feet, and as he tried getting away, Draco thought quickly, grabbing Harry's ankle and knocking him back down.

Draco lunged forward, crawling over him and pushing him back. As he got up, so did Harry, and he chased him up to the latter, and they tousled and wrestled to get on it, pushing each other to the side, but Harry got the upper hand and started climbing. Due to his larger size, Draco could step around him and he pushed Harry off, knocking him back into the bouncy mess, and Draco made it to the top.

He celebrated by sticking his tongue out at Harry.

Draco put his back up against the door, breathed, then ran as hard as he possibly could, jumping as far as he could, and Harry laughed as he landed. Doing the same, Harry charged off the platform and leaped off the edge only to aim himself too close to Draco on accident. He didn't hit the initial impact, but as he flew back, he slammed right into Draco's back, causing him to groan.

"Ow, Harry," he complained, but Harry heard him laugh, so he kissed the back of his neck, as well as the side, as a reward. "Get off of me!"

"But you're so soft," Harry snuggled into his back and wrapped his arms around him.

Draco hummed sweetly. "Man, I wish I could have this for forever," he said to himself but Harry heard him and stiffened.

"You can."

"I didn't mean to say that out loud."

"I know you didn't. I'm glad you did though," Harry said softly.

"God, it's just your voice," Draco purred. "It's your everything."

"Tell me about the marriage contract, Draco," Harry said, and he rolled off of him so that he could flip over, and then Harry lay across his stomach, drooping his arms around his chest, his head resting on one of his pecks and his legs cast out to the side lazily.

"You know this is going to be hard."

"I know," he whispered.

"I don't even know where to start."

"Start at the beginning."

"Okay," Draco took a breath. "It was over the summer of 6th year, a month or so after I got the Mark. I was busy doing something... I can't remember much before it because it was so insane at the time. My mother called for me, which I knew was bad. Very bad. Because she left me alone after I got that Mark, she only got me whenever the Dark Lord came."

Harry stroked his chest and closed his eyes, trying to detach himself from the pit of anger the boiled in his stomach. "I hate your father."

"Where did that come from?"

"I just swear he had something to do with this."

"Probably. But you're not the only one who hates him."

"Like really hate him."

"Shh, he's gone now. We don't have to worry about him. Anyway, and so when I was led downstairs, I saw seven people: Yaxley and the Greengrasses with the acceptation of Daphne, and Greyback, Aunt Bellatrix, and Snape. I was confused at first. I didn't know why they were there, the Greengrasses, who they really were. I'd only seen them at galas when I was younger.

"Yaxley started talking, and ignored half of it, like I normally do, but then I heard the words 'Marriage contract,' and I thought I was going to die right then and there.

"Apparently, they wanted to make the bond between all the Death Eaters stronger by banding them together. I think it's because they didn't want us fleeing. A few others had had it, but I didn't even think about it. I thought I was too young.

"What really was the reason, which I found out after everyone left, was that my father knew that I was in love with you, and he wanted any possibility of us together impossible. Greyback had his suspicions, too. He said if I agreed with no resistance than it means that I really was fooling you. So I had to."

"You didn't want to tell them to fuck off?"

"Oh, trust me, I did. But I knew this would be the easiest way out. And at that time, I just turned 16, and I figured I still had a few years until the contract was valid, and I thought I'd be dead by the time it needed to be fulfilled. Easy way out was to die, so I didn't worry about it for a while."

"So you just said 'whatever' and continued on your merry way?"

"No, no no! That doesn't mean I wasn't ridiculously angry. I had to sign the certificate, pretend I was okay with it. But when I looked down at the date and it was July 31st. They did it on purpose so I could see it, think of you. They played with me and laughed at me but to get them to stop I kissed her and called her my future wife, and after a bit they believed me. I just tooled them, called her a bunch of things she wasn't.

"Things that you call me?"

"I could never call her what I call you. I called her pretty, I think."

"What, aren't I pretty?"

"No, you're ugly," Draco said, and he laughed a bit at Harry's open mouth. "But I do think you are the most incredible, most beautiful human being I've ever laid eyes on."

Harry smiled and kissed him. "Don't worry, I think you're ugly, too." Draco laughed.

"Everyone left. I turned to Snape and I slapped him, and he was about to kick my arse, but my mother stepped in and pushed me out of the way. I couldn't even remember what I yelled at him but I started crying. It must've been bad, but he was kind of shocked. My mother told me to go upstairs and I remember she said 'I told you he was in love with him," and Snape argued back that 'It was too dangerous and this contract was going to save me.'

"And then I decided to forget about it, not to worry because I'd be dead by the time the contract was up. But that didn't happen. I didn't tell you over 6th year because of the same reason I didn't tell you about my Mark."

"That was stupid," Harry said, opening his eyes.

"I was afraid. I didn't want to hurt you. Ever. When I saw you, I just didn't think about it. It was easy. But when my father escaped from Azkaban, he reminded me of it, and that's how I came up with the idea to propose to you. I thought it would break the contract. I never got to test out that theory, unfortunately."

"Did you just want to marry me because of the contract?"

"No, Harry. Of course not! I thought about it for a while. I wanted forever with you, I still want it very very much! I can never see myself without you, until I lost my memory, of course."

"And then you two dated," Harry looked up at him, his eyes full of sadness.

"Well, she was the only one who talked to me besides Pansy and Blaise, and you of course, but I sort of hated you. She reminded me about the contract, and so we started dating," he swallowed. Harry buried his head deeper into his chest.

"How was it?"

"How did you think it was?"

"You looked happy," Harry said.

"I wasn't Harry," Draco kissed his forehead. "I just didn't think that was in another relationship. I thought that that was the happiest I was ever going to be."

"How many times did you two kiss?"

"I didn't count, Harry," Draco put a hand in Harry's hair and played with it.

"Is she a good kisser?"

"No," he laughed. "She's bloody awful! Too much tongue, she doesn't know what to do with it. Her hands are dainty, and they go in all the wrong places."

"Where did she touch you?"

"She, like, I don't even know how to say it. Somehow her hand ended up under my armpit- I don't... how? How does somebody do that? And she used to lick me- not like you do. Bleh! It was gross. And her boobs...they... ugh! I hated them."

Harry grabbed his other hand and kissed his palm. "I hated seeing you two together."

"Trust me I hated being with her."

"Did you propose to her?" The words made him sick.

"Not officially. Legally, we're already engaged, but I haven't given her a ring."

Harry took a few deep breaths. "What are the conditions of the contract?"

"We have to be properly engaged by the end of the year according to the Ministry Legality Bonding Department, we have to file it in proof or a ring. We have to go to the office together before January 1st."

"She's a minor isn't she?"

"No. Her birthday is December 8th...9th? Early December. She went into Hogwarts late, I think. Either that or she got held back... I'm not sure. She's easy to tune out. So she'll be legal then even though she's a 6th year."

"What else? You have to have a wedding?"

"Yes. A traditional pureblooded wedding by the start of her 7th year. So over the summer, she started planning.

"I can't stand the thought of you at a wedding without me by your side."

"I would invite you, but I feel like we would just end up making out on the alter instead of kissing her."

"That would be hilarious."

"I know it would be."

"How long do you have to be together before you can divorce? Isn't it 6 months or something like that?"

Draco bit his lip. "Five years."

"What! The fuck do you mean five years," Harry propped himself up on his elbows.