Harry woke to the heavy breathing of Draco next to him. It was moving his own messy hair and the air ran along his expression, barely on his neck. He was face to chest, and upon opening his eyes, he ran them along Draco’s scars. He immediately felt guilty and glided two fingers along them. Draco stirred slightly. Harry kissed right over his heart, and Draco bent his head while Harry leaned up to kiss him, causing them to bump each other. Draco let out a groan after his teeth smashed into the top of his mouth by Harry’s forehead.

“Sorry!”

“Good morning to you, too,” Draco said sarcastically, rubbing his jaw. Harry lifted himself to the point in which he was even with Draco and grabbed his cheeks with both hands before placing their lips together. Draco put a hand on Harry’s and then followed his arm up to his shoulder, squeezing it, then continued up to his cheeks and finally ended up pulling his hair. Harry smiled into the kiss, only before deepening it, just feeling his soft sweet lips that were carelessly responding to him.

“You don’t understand how much I love being kissed by you,” Draco gleamed, looking into his eyes when they finally released.

“I don’t think you understand how much I love kissing you,” Harry said softly, his voice breaking. He pulled the blanket up to his face so Draco could only see his eyes. It was incredibly warm and cozy and they snuggled closer to each other. They stared into each other’s eyes before Harry closed his again, ready to surface into another slumber. Draco reached a hand and pet his hair oh so delicately, his tender touch comforting Harry to an extreme.

“Any nightmares,” he whispered.

“Never with you,” the gryffindor smiled before drifting away, Draco watching him in adoration. The blonde stayed awake, just thinking about their future together, only until unconscious pulled him away involuntarily.

When Draco woke, the first sight he had was Harry’s face, and the weight of his body that was leaning on him was pushing him deep into the bed. He looked at him with a raised eyebrow, almost as if he was crazy.

“What,” Draco asked, waking up more and more each second.

“A Swedish underwear model?”

“It was the first thing I could think of,” Draco confessed slumping his shoulders.

“You really think I’m going to leave you, my fiancé, who I’ve known since I was eleven, dated since I was fourteen, been through a war with for Merlin’s sake, for some stupid Swedish underwear model to whom I’ve never met.”

“Well when you put it like that I sound like a bimbo,” Draco said solemnly, not meeting his eyes.

“You are a bimbo! Very much,” Harry looked down at him before stroking his cheek with the back of two fingers. Draco let out a huff of air before finally meeting Harry’s green eyes. They just stared, reading each other, almost having a conversation, their blinks as use of periods.

“You are so beautiful,” the Gryffindor blurted out. Draco found himself blushing abundantly causing Harry to smile a million smiles. “Awh look who’s blushing.”

Draco grew even more ruby and called his name in an embarrassed tone as he rolled over trying to hide his face.

“Draco Malfoy is blushing as red as a rose,” Harry taunted playfully, flipping him back over. Draco took a pillow and put it over his face, mumbling into it.

“Stop it Harry,” the muffled cries as bashful as ever. Harry adjusted himself so he was lying next to him and he buried his head under the pillow as well.

“You’re blushing,” he would call repeatedly in between kisses down his neck. Draco let out a muffled groan before lifting the pillow off of his face; his cheeks still a scarlet shade. Draco wore a glare but Harry’s smile didn’t falter as he sat back up.

Draco rolled his eyes before saying, “You’re very pretty yourself.”

“Pretty? That’s all I get,” Harry threw himself on top of him rolled them over so he was on the bottom, the blankets being tousled between them.

Draco smiled, looking him in the eyes for a long while only to smirk, “You’re hard, aren’t you?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Harry tried to pull off an innocent look but failed miserably.

“Harry, I can feel it,” Draco refused to leave their deadlock stare.

“Well in that case, we may as well avenge this week,” Harry raised an eyebrow.

“We may as well,” Draco smirked, “besides, I want to show you how much better I am than some irrelevant Swedish underwear model.”

“Can’t wait,” Harry smiled before pulling Draco down on top of him and kissing him fiercely.

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“You know what I realized,” Draco asked. Harry’s head was lying on top of Draco’s stomach and he was petting the raven hair. They had been telling stories for hours on end, laughing, frowning, cuddling, endless words pouring out of their mouths.

“What’s that?”

“We haven’t planned anything out for our wedding,” Draco quirked his lips to the side.

“Or for Holiday break,” Harry reminded, analyzing the ceiling.

“I see you have your priorities straight,” Draco snorted.

“What? Holiday starts in two weeks, our wedding won’t be for…”

“Harry, we haven’t even planned that out either,” Draco snorted again, causing Harry to laugh.

“Wow, we are horrible,” Harry giggled,” Alright so we have two weeks.”

“I need to be with my mother,” Draco mentioned, “She’s under house arrest all alone, I’m sure she would die to have my company. And don’t get me wrong, she’s going to love you, but I think she would want us to be alone for a while.”

“And I want to see the Weasley’s a bit, too.”

“So the first week we go with our families, then meet up at my house on the day before Christmas Eve,” Draco questioned, soughting for Harry’s approval with the nod of his head. “We have dinner and I can show you around, and you can sleep over.”

“And then on Christmas Eve, I take you to Grimmuald Place and we get ready and have dinner that night with the Weasley’s and go back home after that so we can spend Christmas together, as well as the next week.”

“That sounds good… but terrifying,” Draco said biting his lip.

“What, are you scared of the Weasley’s,” Harry’s eyes lit up.

“Harry our families have hated each other for years! It’s going to be horrible,” Draco said, a worried expression on his eyebrows. Harry got up and sat next to him, letting Draco lean his head on his shoulder as they held hands. “I feel like they are all going to beat me up in their Weasley glory.”

“Draco, they won’t beat you up! First of all, I’ll be there, like I’d let that happen, and second of all, they already know our story and Arthur Weasley is very grateful you saved his life. They’re forgiving people, and it’s not like you’ve personally ever wronged them, you’ve just been snarky.”

“I know but that doesn’t mean I still don’t have the mark They’re going to hate me.” Draco looked up at Harry, and Harry down at Draco.

“They won’t hate you! They’re going to be thrilled to actually meet you. I’m like a son to them, and if I love you, they’ll love you, too.” Harry kissed Draco’s forehead. “I promise.”

Draco looked back up at Harry as if it was the first sunrise he’d ever seen, wonder within his irises. “Okay,” he said before leaning back on his shoulder, only to kiss it first.

“Now about our wedding,” Harry smiled and Draco lifted his head up beaming. “When do you want it to be?”

After a bit of thought, Draco finally said, “You know what would be romantic?”

“What?”

“If it was on our anniversary, February 25th.”

“That would be very romantic,” Harry smiled.

“But-“

“Oh God…”

“What?”

“You pay so much attention to detail, this is going to take years,” Harry teased, earning a whack of the back of Draco’s hand on his chest.

“Anyway, to get to my point, a winter wedding? It would be snowing and everything.”

“So you don’t want one in the winter?”

“No,” Draco took charge.

“When, then?”

Draco went into a deep thought again before speaking again, an idea hammering his brain. “What about October 31st?”

“The anniversary of my parent’s death,” Harry looked at him as if he was crazy.

“I mean you can look at it that way, but it’s also the night-“ Draco said with a sparkle in his eye before Harry cut him off.

“The night you got your memories back,” Harry softened. Draco nodded his head.

“And besides, your parents died because they loved you. I love you. It’s a day of love… and candy.” Harry laughed at the last part but then thought it through.

“It would be a great time to do it,” he agreed.

“Okay so, October 31st. Where do you want it to be?”

“That’s an even harder question!” Harry lent his head back, looking at the ceiling and groaning.

“I’m not asking you to save the world or anything! It’s planning a wedding.”

“Draco, I’ve already done that like a million times,” Harry whined. Draco looked at him his mouth dropping slightly as he squinted his eyes.

“You cocky bastard,” he mocked, causing him to laugh.

“How about a garden,” Harry asked, still smiling.

“A garden?”

“Yeah, think about it. It would be like our spot in the forest. The leaves would be falling, there would be so many colors. There wouldn’t be pollen so you wouldn’t be sneezing half the time, and it wouldn’t be storming either.”

“I like it,” Draco nodded his head in approval. “What about the music?”

“Ah ah ah… no no,” Harry spoke, laying on top of him, “I think we’ve planned enough for the day.”

“But Harry-“

“Shhh! We have until October,” Harry dived into Draco’s neck, kissing it. Draco shut his eyes and relaxed.

“You’re right,” he said with a sigh before taking Harry’s chin and kissing lips slowly. “I can’t wait to tell people you’re my husband.”

“I can’t wait either. What are you doing tonight? Oh just going out to dinner with my husband, no big deal or anything,” Harry smiled, “Me and my husband are visiting Paris, sorry I won’t be in touch!”

“I apologize mother, “ Draco said with a fake serious face, “I won’t be stopping in for tea, my husband and I are going house shopping.”

“Ron I can’t play quidditch with you today, my husband want’s me home early,” Harry laughed.

“To do what,” Draco asked, raising a suggestive eyebrow.

“Play chess of course!”

“Play chess?”

“Yes, Mr. Potter,” Harry leant down and kissed him again.

“Draco Potter,” Draco rolled his eyes.

“Think about it Draco… Harry Malfoy?”

“That would be awful,” Draco agreed before giggling. Harry smiled at him again only to roll off of him again and place his head on his shoulder, taking Draco’s hand and drawing circles on it.

“We’re going to have to tell my friends one day,” Harry spoke after a while.

“And we are going to have to tell the world too, one day.”

“That one day is going to be a mess.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Draco sighed. “What if the media gets in the way of our relationship?”

“They will. I’m sure they’ll put in a bunch of rubbish trying to. I trust you over the paparazzi. I know who you are and what you do.”

“They’ll try and get us to break up,” Draco said softer.

“We won’t, okay? And besides I think Pumblechook is trying to. I thought it through while you were snoring your head off, and it only makes sense. We cost him his career and I imagine it would be the only thing that he could hurt us with, so he separated us so we wouldn’t talk all week and then he put doubts in your head so he knew we would fight about it and break up.”

“It’s a theory, an excellent theory. What are we going to do about it?”

“Since he’s black mailing us with these photos, I think that we just have to act like we broke up, and we can’t be seen together, only in the common room.”

“Harry, that sucks! I can’t believe we are bowing down to him.”

“I know, it’s just that’s how it’s always been anyway. It shouldn’t be too hard,” Harry said although there was sadness in his words. He liked being a little more lenient, and even kissing Draco in front of Pumblechook was a relief.

“When do you want to tell the world?”

Harry spoke after a bit of silence. “I want to tell my friends I’m gay before break, so it’s easier for them to take in. I think telling them before graduation is the best bet, and if they figure it out before then, that’s okay. I want to tell the media after graduation. Hogwarts is a safe haven to me, even if we still fought a war in it. I don’t want it to be ruined by a bunch of nosy brats.”

“I like that plan,” Draco nodded his head in approval.

“Thanks, I came up with it.”

Draco just smiled and shook his head.

“What time do you reckon it is?”

“Probably around five o’clock or so,” Harry guessed.

“One day we are going to get in trouble for missing so many classes,” Draco theorized.

“It’s not like we can go back and change it now,” Harry said without a care in the world. “I don’t’ want to leave here. I just want to stay here with you, forever.”

“I wish, Harry,” the blonde dreamed, and then brought up another topic, “So, same rules as with Snape?”

“What?’’

“We’re going to have to act like we broke up… again.” He spoke as if it was a boring grind, a struggle if you will. Honestly, it was, acting as though they weren’t endlessly and hopelessly in love with each other.

“I never thought we would have to do this a second time,” Harry groaned.

“And we can’t just half arse it, either. Remember 6th year when we really did? Now we have standards.”

“Are we going to beat each other up again,” the Gryffindor asked.

“We should make it look like we did,” Draco said solemnly. “Make me cry.”

“How am I supposed to do that?” Harry sat up, stroking Draco’s cheek again.

“Don’t do that,” Draco snapped, whacking Harry’s hand away from his face. “Just be creative.”

“Isn’t there a spell? I don’t want to make you cry again,” Harry stated. He really didn’t. He hated seeing Draco crying, it drove him crazy seeing his love in so much distress.

“I think I know which one you’re talking about,” Draco sat up. “Should you give me black eye, too?”

“Don’t make me, Draco, “ Harry whined. “You know how much I hate that.”

“You didn’t hate it the day after I got my memory back,” Draco accused. Harry had punched him so hard he still remembers the headache he had when Harry fell asleep in his arms upon realizing the miracle blessed upon them.  

“That was because I was angry at you and it will never happen again,” Harry cried. “I swear! And besides I didn’t know you got it back, I thought it was a joke!”

“Harry relax, I know,” Draco reassured. Harry hated dishing it more than taking it. He could handle himself in pain but not anyone else. They both got up and started dressing themselves for dinner. Of course Harry helped Draco button his shirt again with an exchange of kisses. “So about that crying charm.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, we have to make it believable!”

“Alright,” Harry reached in his pocket, pulling out his wand. “Ready?” Draco nodded his head, and without speaking the spell, Harry casted it, and Draco immediately fell to the floor in heart wrenching sobs. “Draco,” Harry shouted, falling next to him as he dropped his wand. He didn’t expect it to be that bad, more like a few tears and a pale face.

“Harry,” Draco wept, tears rushing down his face as if they were competing in a marathon.

“Draco, no!”

“Harry,” he cried, “It’s not real!” Although he was speaking shakily and was trembling violently, Harry had a hard time believing it was fake. He searched for his wand before Draco grabbed onto his hand. “Don’t you dare try and undo it,” Draco howled.

“I can’t stand you like this!”

“I don’t care! I don’t care,” Draco buried his head in Harry’s neck as Harry hugged him tightly. “It’s your turn.” Draco grabbed his wand with shaky hands and muttered the spell as well, causing Harry to break down as well.

“I hate this,” Harry sobbed, letting fresh, uncontrollable tears escape his eyes before he moaned in the overwhelming sorrow he was engulfed in.

“I know!” They both made their way to the couch where they then started crying into each other shoulders. “This was the stupidest idea in the world, Harry!”

Harry hopelessly dug his face into Draco’s chest before looking back up at him. “You’re such an ugly crier!”

“What and you look like a Swedish underwear model?”

“Just like the one I’m going to run away with,” Harry shouted before throwing himself at Draco and causing the crying boy to fall back on the couch.

“How long does this last,” Draco asked, his lips quivering as more tears sprung from his eyes.

“I don’t know,” Harry moaned while salty drops made it into his mouth.

“Harry!” Draco cried, his shoulders shaking as he pulled him close. It didn’t hurt, crying, but it was annoying constant flow. It wasn’t like they were fighting; it was emotionless.

“Can you control it at all,” Harry propped himself up on his elbows so he could see Draco’s face again. Hot tears were falling on top of Draco’s face, making him look like he was crying even more.

“Does it look like I can control it?” Draco cried yet again. “I’m never doing this again!”

After they finished crying, which was several moments later, they got up and stood in front of each other, wiping their eyes.

“That was horrible,” Harry admitted. “Alright, now we have to act light we fought!”

“Damn it,” Draco bit. “What do you want to do?”

“Do you want to break up? Just for like two hours.”

“No! That would be even worse,” Draco said defensively.

“Yeah but it’s not like we can wear our rings, he would know it was fake,” Harry brought up the point.

“Hold on, how is it that no one else has noticed that we have been wearing matching rings? Has it not occurred to anyone?”

“I don’t know, we lucked out,” Harry said in an unreasonably happy tone.

“It’s probably that they still don’t understand how we’re even friends, let alone engaged!”

“Yeah probably,” Harry said, “Has anyone asked you about the ring?”

“Everyone has been assuming its Astoria. She keeps spreading rumors of how ‘happy in love we are.’”

  They both looked at each