[Draco]

They were snuggling, side to side on the cozy blanket under the enchanted dome, bathing in the happiness of their newfound relationship.

"Who knew you were such a sappy romantic?"

"Hey," Draco snapped, offended. "You're a sappy romantic. I'm classy."

"You're still one to me," Harry replied, grinning and kissing his cheek.

"Regardless, I totally kicked your arse."

"And I admit defeat," he laughed, squeezing Draco's hand. "For now."

"Better stop trying, it'll just make you look bad."

"Never."

Draco rolled his eyes and Harry giggled.

"See? That. Giggling. Sappy romantic."

"So what if I am one? You should feel happy. That makes you the luckiest boyfriend in the world."

Draco couldn't help smiling. "Boyfriend. I like that sound."

"I do, too."

They cuddled in silence for a while, gazing at the beautiful sky.

"You know, it took me fourteen tries to make it show exactly the right words," he said. "Another five until I succeeded wordlessly."

Harry turned his face sideways to look at him. "Really?"

"Yeah. I remember one time it spelled, 'Will you be my gay friend?'" Draco paused to laugh. "Close, but not quite."

Harry chuckled and kissed his nose. "Thank you for organizing this beautiful evening."

"And thank you for existing." Draco kissed his hair and Harry hummed.

Experimentally, Draco ran his fingers through his jet-black hair and Harry's eyes fluttered close, sighing in content.

"You like that."

Harry simply let out another hum and traced his thumb around his.

"This is so comfy," Harry sighed. "I want to stay here forever."

Draco continued stroking his hair.

"Then we will."

Gradually, they fell asleep cuddling, listening to each other's heartbeat.