Prop 8 has been overturned! Let's have a comment!party

[lokifan_import]

Proposition 8 was ruled unconstitutional and overturned. *pauses for cheering*

It's a baby step but it will make thousands of people happier and makes millions freer, so I think it deserves a party.

Here's my idea: proposal/marriage/honeymoon/bigot-defeating comment!fic. Any pairing, any rating, any fandom. :) I am extremely tired because it is after 2am here in the good old You Kay, but I will do my best! And there is no time limit on a good party.

Leave prompts for others in the comments if you so choose! Just leave comments of SQUEE! I know you'll be excited by this news too.

A few prompts thrown out to get you started (though writing to prompts isn't necessary):

Unfortunately, Character A had no idea Character B wasn't a virgin. And the honeymoon was fast approaching.

Unfortunately, Character A had no idea Character B was a virgin. And the honeymoon was fast approaching.

An orange wedding dress was non-traditional, certainly...

Somebody's late for their own wedding!

Hermione and Ron have a lovely, traditional, polygamous ceremony. Their third Pansy looks beautiful.

Eloping!

"If she offers me the choice between a cream menu and an off-white one one more time I will make her eat them both."

Partying in Soho after civil unions become legal in 2004, character A and B meet unexpectedly. They wake up the next morning wearing rings.

Unexpected proposal!

Someone tries to hire Malfoy Manor for a wedding and Lucius sets the peacocks on them. :)

Comments

[dysonrules.livejournal.com]

Hermione and Ron have a lovely, traditional, polygamous ceremony. Their third Pansy looks beautiful. When I read that line I wondered what they did with their first two Pansys...

:D THIS LOOKS FUN! I will scribble when I get done making foods.

[sesheta-66.livejournal.com]

When I read that line I wondered what they did with their first two Pansys...

OMG, me too!!! :D

Awesome idea, hon!

[lokifan]

LOL. The prompt was totally inspired by a conversation with woldy where we agreed that Pansy is heteronormativity's KRYPTONITE. Pansy/Hermione, Pansy/Ron, Pansy/Harry, Pansy/Ginny, threesomes... there is no Epilogue couple that cannot be made better by her having sex with them.

YAY! :DDD

Am considering writing something horribly dark because I am perverse like that.

[lolafalola.livejournal.com]

I know!

Each of them have one in their hair. It really is quite lovely.

[dysonrules.livejournal.com]

"We should get married," Harry said.

Draco's head snapped up from the contract he had been reading. "What?"

Harry's face assumed his dogged expression. "We should get married."

Draco's eyes narrowed. "Why?"

"Because we can."

Draco carefully set down the parchment, got to his feet, straightened his robes, and left the room. Harry called after him, but he kept walking until he reached their bedroom, where he slammed the door loudly enough to rattle the portraits on the wall, and cast several strong Locking Charms.

Harry pounded on the door. "Draco, come on. Why are you mad?"

"That was the most pathetic excuse for a proposal I have ever heard, Potter!" Draco yelled. He threw a vase at the door for good measure--one of Harry's favourites.

"Draco! Let me in and stop that! I'm sorry, you know I'm no good at this romantic stuff!"

Draco threw another vase.

"Damn it, Draco!"

A porcelain statuette followed the vases.

Silence followed and Draco stood where he was warily, holding a crystal quill jar. A noise behind him drew his attention and he whirled to see Harry climbing through the window. The jar hit the sill next to Harry's head, but his boyfriend dove forward and knocked Draco to the floor. Harry's weight pinned him in place, despite Draco's thrashing. He tried not to think about how nice Harry felt atop him and cursed his traitorous cock to stand down.

"Draco, hold still. Knock it off. I'm sorry, okay? I'm going to let you up and then I'll try to do this right."

Draco allowed the prat to sit back on his haunches and pull a chair over for Draco to sit on. When he was settled, Potter lifted himself to one knee and took one of Draco's hands.

"Draco Malfoy. Will you please marry me and make me the happiest man alive?" Harry asked, eyes liquid and soulful. Draco's heart lurched, despite his annoyance. Still, principles were principles.

"No," Draco said.

Harry sagged in place, jaw gaping. Draco got to his feet and started to pace.

"I want a real proposal. With dinner first. And a ring, Potter, you complete idiot. And romantic music. And flowers. And the setting should be beautiful, somewhere like Paris or Vienna, with lots of soft lights. And the weather has to be perfect..."

When Harry sprawled on the floor with a groan, Draco only stepped over him and continued to explain his demands. He should probably make Harry a checklist...

[b-o-w-a.livejournal.com]

I think this is awesome. lol

[ships-harry.livejournal.com]

Completely awesome :D.

[fireflavored.livejournal.com]

Hahahahahhaaaa! Draco's going to go on for a while, isn't he? :DDD

[lolafalola.livejournal.com]

Poor Harry!

Although, I am surprised Draco didn't have that check list ready to begin with.

[nuclearsugars.livejournal.com]

LOL, I love this! Trust Draco to toss things in his white blond fury.

[nenne.livejournal.com]

A checklist? *dies laughing*

[lokifan]

LOLOL! This is so Draco.

And it's all fruitless anyway, because Harry will probably make a big effort to fufil the checklist, then go "fuck it" and shag Draco into submission. :)

[subtlefire.livejournal.com]

cursed his traitorous cock to stand down

"Stand down, soldier!" Hee :)

[nuclearsugars.livejournal.com]

From my WIP, a modern, non magical AU,where Albus and Scorpius live in San Francisco.

Scorpius walked up the steps of Harvey Milk Plaza, having just gotten off the Muni train. As he stepped up to Castro and Market, he couldn't believe his eyes. Castro Street was blocked off from 18th to Market Street and the entire block was packed with people. There was music playing and people dancing in the street. A man on top of his boyfriend's shoulders was holding up a rainbow flag, which was trailing behind him in the wind. The neon lights of the Castro Theater Marquee seemed to be brighter than usual in hot May heat. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, Scorpius pulled out his phone.

Text from: Scorp <3
This is crazy. Where are you?

Text from: A.S.P.
i'm in front of hot cookie with a chocolaty surprise. ;)

Smiling to himself, Scorpius walked across the street to Hot Cookie, a cookie shop made famous for its phallic chocolate cookies. Albus was already in front of the shop, holding out a penis cookie on a stick.

Scorpius shook his head at Albus, who greeted him with a kiss. He tasted the chocolate and coconut on Albus's tongue, as Albus swept it into his mouth. Pulling away, Scorpius looked into his boyfriend's eyes and he saw how Al's pupils were already dilated. He must have started drinking already, as evidenced by the paper bag by Albus's feet.

"Hey baby," Albus breathed as he buried his face into Scorpius's neck.

Scorpius delicately pulled Albus into his arms, ignoring the cacophony around them. "Hey," he said into Albus's brown hair. They stood there, holding each other amidst the crowd, in front of the Twin Peaks bar and Hot Cookie. Scorpius worked long hours as a banker in the Financial District and Albus was just finishing up his bar year, so it was difficult to see each other despite sharing an apartment for the past two years in Noe Valley.

Albus pulled away, offering the cookie to Scorpius. He had already bitten off the tip of the chocolate covered coconut macaroon, but there was still plenty left of the shaft and balls of the enormous penis shaped cookie.

Scorpius took the cookie from Albus and said, "You know only tourists purchase these."

Albus shrugged. "I felt that this was a special occasion, deserving of phallic treats."

"Plus you're drunk," Scorpius said.

Snatching the cookie away from Scorpius, Albus took a defiant bite. Chewing and swallowing quite noisily, he said, "Am not. I just had a shot with the boys at The Bar. Or maybe two." Albus grinned mischievously.

[nuclearsugars.livejournal.com]

"What's in the bag?" Scorpius asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"Beer," Albus stated simply. "I knew you wouldn't want to go out to the bars, because they'd all be packed."

Shaking his head, Scorpius picked up the bag in one hand and put his other arm over Albus's shoulders as they walked down the street. It was difficult to navigate the crowds, as everyone streamed into Castro to celebrate this new victory.

"I haven't seen the streets so packed since Castro Street Fair," Scorpius commented. "There must be hundreds of people here. Speaking of the boys, where are they?"

Albus gnawed away at the cookie, latching onto one of the chocolate balls. He shrugged in response to Scorpius's question. "Fey feft"

Scorpius removed the cookie from Albus's mouth. "I'm sorry? I can't understand what you're saying when you have chocolate covered testicles in your mouth," he said pointedly.

Albus swallowed his last bite of cookie. "They left when I said I wanted to wait for you. Apparently, the go go dancers at Boy Bar are more enticing than Hot Cookie."

Scorpius snorted. "Typical queens."

"Yeah, they seemed to think that tonight would be a good night to scope out the boys. Because there's nothing like gay marriage to make all the single boys want to go out," Albus said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"So why are we here?" asked Scorpius.

Albus stopped in front of La Tortilla to snag a beer out of the bag. "To get drunk and celebrate with our people!"

Taking the beer from Albus, Scorpius smiled. "Yes, you keep saying that. Our people."

"Buck up, baby," said Albus, cracking open the bottle of beer with the bottle opener on his key chain. "I don't think you understand. This has been four years in the making. Some people have been together for decades and haven't been able to get married, just because of some bigots in Sacramento."

"Sing it sister!" said a man walking by who happened to catch what Albus was saying.

Albus flashed him a smile, taking a sip of the beer before handing it to Scorpius.

"You have chocolate on your face," commented Scorpius, tucking his hand under Albus's chin. He tilted Al's face up to his. "Let me get that for you."

And then Scorpius kissed his boyfriend, in front of all the people, restaurants, and police officers. And no one could tell him it was wrong. It was their night.

Scribbled pic with a cartoon bum

[ships-harry.livejournal.com]

Here is a very rapid drawble, H/D. Just married; one of the reasons they do so well together may be a remarkably similar sense of humour:

Re: Scribbled pic with a cartoon bum

[dysonrules.livejournal.com]

HAHAHAHAHA! AWESOME! :D

[lolafalola.livejournal.com]

Harry leaned back against the rocking chair, closed his eyes, and could picture it.

Soft, cool, white sheets on his and Draco's bed with a thick hand-sewn quilt on top. The pillows were fluffed and ready for his head. He imagined himself getting naked and wrapping himself into his bedding, curling up next to Draco for warmth and touching and possibly more. Draco’s deep sigh could be heard as his husband turned to face him—

The sniffling next to Harry woke him out of his fantasy.

Lily had been sick with the flu for the last few days. Her young body was wracked with fever, congestion, and aches all over. It was two o'clock in the morning and they had promised that one of them would stay with her until the fever broke and she began to feel better.

She was scared of the dark and being sick on top of it, she worried that the Grim was coming for her. A wolf howled into the night and she startled awake at the sound. Frantically, she looked around and relaxed when she saw her Daddy sitting there beside her.

"Daddy, sniff tell me the story again."

Big gray eyes, which looked identical to Draco’s, stared up at him through wisps of black locks. Lily’s hair was matted to her forehead and Harry suspected that the potion to reduce the fever had worn off again.

His head tilted to the side as he looked at her. "What story, baby?"

"Tell me again, how you and Father fell in love and were married. It always makes me laugh.” She began coughing as she tried to giggle and Harry had to keep from winching. It sounded like it was coming from her deep in her chest and he ached with wanting to make the pain go away.

Harry got up, sat next to her in bed, wrapped his arms around her, and began to tell the story.

“When I was little and I first found out that I was a wizard—”

“The pictures, Daddy, the pictures!” Lily rasped.

Harry had made a scrapbook of his and Draco’s history, from bitter rivals to bonded lovers. Lily had found it when she was young, and loved to look at the pictures and hear the story of how her fathers came together. Harry smiled at his daughter and summoned the album from their study to place on her lap.

Once it arrived, she found the first page and Harry began again.

“Once upon a time, there was a boy named Harry…” he began as he fought off a stiff yawn that passed through his body. It was late in the evening, or early in the morning, and he had promised to be with her until she felt better. Maybe if he told her the story again and talked her into lying back down, she would be able to go back to sleep, he hoped.

[lolafalola.livejournal.com]

000 --- 000 --- 000 --- 000

As the first rays of dawn began to peak through the windows, Draco reached across the bed, feeling for Harry’s body, but found a cold, flat mattress instead.

Sitting up for a moment, he looked around and remembered that last night was Harry’s turn to watch over Lily. If her fever didn’t break by morning, the healer had said to bring her back into St. Mungo’s. She might have to be admitted to the hospital where stronger potions could be administered.

Draco’s head was still a little foggy, but he realized that if Harry hadn’t made it back, then it must mean that Lily was still feverish. Concerned for the well being of his only daughter, Draco donned a robe and went to her room to see how she was doing.

When he got there, the picture that was presented before him, made his heart melt. It was at times like these, that Draco wondered why he didn’t fall madly in love with Harry Potter the first time he saw him.

Harry was curled up against the wall on Lily’s bed fast asleep. Wrapped in his arms was their precious three-year old daughter. Her arms and legs were in all directions as her miniature body took up three-quarters of the bed. Her head was on his chest and her elbows were digging into his stomach as he unconsciously kept trying to pull further away. A loud snore was coming out of her mouth as a line of drool was forming a puddle on Harry’s favorite jumper.

It was at time like this that Draco wished he knew how to work that Muggle vidicordi thing Harry was lugging around to all of Lily’s school events. When they awoke, neither of them would believe him when he told them how they looked.

As he approached the bed, Draco noticed Harry’s wedding scrapbook dropped haphazardly onto the floor. He picked it up to put on the nightstand when he heard sniffling and a bit of coughing.

He turned to look and saw gray eyes staring up at him from the bed. He bent down to kiss his daughter’s forehead and noticed her temperature was normal. It seemed that the fever had finally broke.

She looked around the bed, and her eyes got wider as they were searching something out. Tears began to fall as she sat up and started to cry.

“What’s wrong, my angel?”

She looked up at her Father, as her bottom lip quivered, “We lost the scrapbook, Father. It was here a minute ago, but now it’s gone. Daddy was telling me the story of how you fell in love and got married when he fell asleep. I started looking at the pictures, but now the book is gone!” The tears were running down her cheeks, but before her sobs turned to wails, Draco picked up the album and showed it to her.

She sighed with relief and reached out her small, chubby hands for it.

Instead of giving it to her, though, Draco held it in one hand and swept her up into his other arm. She squealed when he did that and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Why don’t we go find Bitty and see if she’ll make us some hot chocolate? I think we should let Daddy rest and I’ll tell you my side of this story.”

[mabonwitch.livejournal.com]

"Now." Mrs. Malfoy smiled at him as she set her tea down. "You and Draco have been together for a year now, dear, and it's about time you got married."

Harry spluttered and choked on his tea. What? "Er-"

Mrs. Malfoy reached over and patted his hand. "Don't be nervous, Harry. There are conventions, but I'm sure you'll do fine." She clicked her elegant fingers together and a house elf appeared, carrying a large book bound in white leather. "It's all explained in here."

Harry opened his mouth to voice a protest. He and Draco hadn't even talked about- he hadn't even considered- Mrs. Malfoy kept smiling, eyes glittering in that Slytherin way.

Harry gulped and meekly accepted the book.

[nenne.livejournal.com]

I can so see this. :D

[harpsi-fizz.livejournal.com]

Hermione and Ron have a lovely, traditional, polygamous ceremony. Their third Pansy looks beautiful.
I like it! Only, change Hermione to Lucius, Ron to Narcissa. *Has been on a big May/November/November kick recently*

*Will get to art-ing*

[lokifan]

That sounds cool!

YAY ARTS. :DDD

[marbletables.livejournal.com]

Oh man, this looks like so much fun. It makes me wish I weren't experiencing a fandom dry spell (like ANY fandom seems to be difficult for me to write for at the moment).

BUT HEY, I come to appreciate the love. ♥

[lokifan]

:) Love appreciation is welcomed! Shame about the dry spell, lovely.

*grins* I posted this and basically fell asleep head-first in my laptop. Then I woke up all guilty because I wasn't being a good host...

Yeah, clearly am unneeded :)

PS: MONEY, I SHALL HAVE IT ON FRIDAY! FOR THINGS LIKE TRAIN TICKETS TO LONDON!

[alafaye]

so wait...i'm confused...do we write one of the prompts or give a prompt? (and why am i so confused?)

[lokifan]

*grins* You can do either or both! If you want to give prompts that others might see and pick up, go ahead. Or write to one of the prompts. Or indeed, if you have a marriage-related drabble/drawble idea that's unrelated to any of the prompts, we will greet it with squee!

You are probably confused because I had this idea and posted it in five minutes when I was totally exhausted and gleeful and not at my most coherent. :)

Harry/Draco, cracky, all-dialogue double-drabble inspired by dysonrules:

[lokifan]

“Draco, will you marry me?”

“No.”

“...No?”

“I would be a terrible husband. I love you madly, but can’t we keep living in sin?”

“No we cannot. Your father keeps asking leading questions about commitment.”

“I won’t marry you and that’s that!”

“We’ll see about that.”

Later

“Oh fuck...”

“Draco.”

“I’m close, shut up!”

“No. Draco – ”

“Right there – ”

“Will you – ”

“Harder – ”

“Marry me?”

“Yes – yes – yes!”

“HA!”

“...You tricked me!”

“Yes I did.”

“Very Slytherin.”

“Thanks.”

“I’ll marry you on one condition.”

“Yes?”

“You must ask my father for permission.”

“D’you think I could shag him into submission too? ...Ow!”

Re: Harry/Draco, cracky, all-dialogue double-drabble inspired by dysonrules:

[ships-harry.livejournal.com]

Ahahah! Oh, Harry, yes - work your way through the in-laws as well <3.

Typed up on my iPhone during lunch, so don't mind any errors...

[nicevenn.livejournal.com]

There was a sense of urgency in Harry's touch that Draco hadn't known before. It was to be expected, he supposed, given that it was their wedding night and they were about to have sex for the first time. But therein also lay the problem: first times called for a bit of hesitancy, at least a hint of shyness and nervous fumbling. Yet Harry's kisses and carresses flowed from one to the next like the steps of a well-practised dance.

Draco pulled away from Harry's mouth and stilled the hand that was reaching behind him in search of his entrance. He gave an anxious laugh. "You're acting as if you've done this a hundred times.

"A hundred is a bit of an exaggeration." Harry leaned forward, eager to resume their snogging, but Draco pulled back even further.

"WHAT?"

"It's probably closer to twenty," said Harry. "I don't know--I haven't kept track."

Draco jumped off Harry's lap as if he'd been burned. "But I thought--"

"I never told you I was a virgin, Draco. You just assumed."

Draco's mouth hung open until he found his voice again. "I guess I should have known that the great Harry Potter couldn't have gone this long without sticking his cock somewhere. I just hope it hasn't happened since we started dating--"

"No, it hasn't," Harry ground out through his teeth. "Now could you please not ruin this night for us?"

Draco crossed his arms over his chest and looked down. "It's already been ruined for me."

Harry sighed, but his expression was apologetic. Then he bit his lip. "There is something I haven't done before." Dark eyebrows rose toward his hairline.

"What?"

Harry hesitated. "I've never bottomed."

Draco didn't answer, but his feet itched to step closer to where Harry sat on the edge of the bed.

"How about it?" asked Harry. "Would it make you feel better to be the first to breach the great Harry Potter's arse?"

Draco tried not to smile. "Only if I'll also be the last."

Re: Typed up on my iPhone during lunch, so don't mind any errors...

[lokifan]

:DDD How entirely adorable!! I love Draco leaping off Harry's lap in outrage. Thanks so much for contributing this!

[zebrui.livejournal.com]

*cheers* That was love!

[nicevenn.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

Snaco fluff

[lokifan]

Severus Snape had always considered himself to be a lifelong bachelor. When he was small, the only example of marriage he saw were his parents, and he could not imagine being his father. Pretty, ferocious Lily had made him reconsider – but then she married another. They were loud and boisterous and nauseatingly in love.

Severus did not want to be part of an annoying, giggly couple, melting and drooling all over each other as if they were about to slump too far into each other’s bodies and become one. Severus’ spine was fused into straightness by years of stress and self-control and solitary learning. He couldn’t be a newlywed even if he wanted to.

Or so he’d told himself through the years of filling his brain with academia. So he’d told Draco when his lover, looking shaky, brought up the subject of marriage.

“Mother wants me to marry,” Draco had said, his eyes on his soup.

Severus stiffened, rage flooding him easily. “I see. So you are to run to some charming socialite with candy-floss for brains – ”

“No,” Draco snapped, his steely eyes suddenly meeting his gaze. “You know perfectly well Mother accepts us. But you sort of tilter on the edge of respectability as it is, and so do I unless we get married.” Severus could hear the hint of hesitation but he kept speaking: Draco was too much the entitled public schoolboy to stop demanding what he wanted. “It’s not going to make any difference to our lives here, and Mother will plan most of it, and she’s much too elegant and astute to make things frilly.”

There was an edge of desperation in his voice now, and a line on his forehead. Severus knew his expression was frozen. “I’m not asking for a monstrous rock or anything. You needn’t be sentimental. But Mother keeps asking and I can’t keep saying not now, don’t make me tell her you don’t want me – ”

Severus swooped, one hand on Draco’s lower back and one at his nape, gathering him suddenly to his feet and into his arms. He kissed Draco, then said, “you know I want you.” His voice almost caught.

Draco smiled. His smile was always sweet; at close range it was devastating, a weapon at point-blank range aimed and bringing Severus down in a moment.

“And if your mother finds it so terribly important... I suppose we can marry.”

Draco’s face shone.

For the months between then and the wedding Draco constantly reassured him: nothing would change, nothing at all. Draco would have no new expectations and they’d keep living as they always had. His life would be the same. And Severus nodded.

But after the wedding, and the honeymoon, when they were back at Hogwarts and living their lives as ever... Severus sometimes glanced at the ring while stirring a potion. It was burnished gold, ancient and shining on his potion-stained finger. Draco wore its twin, and it bore the weight of forever.

Life was not, in fact, exactly the same.

Re: Snaco fluff

[alafaye]

Very interesting and the last line makes me wonder...

Ah-ha! I got it!

[alafaye]

First, a prompt: Character A doesn't want to get married to Character B because....(reason, author's choice)

And my story! (Based on my prompt...I want to see what everyone else will do...)

Will they, or Won't They?

Inside story of our readers' speculation about a possible Potter-Malfoy wedding!

Draco growled under his breath and crushed the paper beneath his hands. "What right do they have to suppose we're getting married after only five years together?"

Harry kept his first thoughts to himself, knowing that in the present atmosphere they would be unwelcome. He put a pot of tea on the table and then some toast and sat next to his boyfriend. "Because everyone else in our generation is settling down?"

Draco glared at him. "And producing happy packs of filthy children. I know, Potter. We have three wedding showers to attend, a bachelor party, and six baby showers. I know."

Harry sighed and shrugged. "So? They're all happy." He pointed to the ruined paper with his toast. "I told you to stop subscribing to them."

Again, Draco glared. "Enough, Potter." He drank a cup of tea and grabbed a slice of toast. "I'm going to the field early. I'll see you tonight."

"Sure," Harry said. He waited until he heard Draco banging around in their bedroom before letting his head hit the table.

~~~

"I just don't understand, Pansy," Harry said a few days later. "Why....is he so angry about marriage and having kids?"

Pansy opened her mouth wide, moving a spoon closer to her daughter's mouth. She mimed closing her mouth and eating, hoping to get little Angelique to eat. "Because of his parents."

Harry sighed. "I know, I know. The arranged marriages and all that. But shouldn't it be enough that his parents said they'd never want to see him again until he gave up this nonsense with me?"

Pansy gave Angelique the last bite of food and set down the spoon and container. She set about the clean up. "Don't tell Draco I told you this, but you deserve to know. A month ago, Draco received a letter from his parents. They told him they'd forgive him for being homosexual if he would agree to marry you. Apparently, your good name outweighs him being gay."

Harry thought about that. He should've known. "Fuck. I'm never going to be able to marry him."

Pansy gave him a sharp look. "Oh, you'll be able to. He does want to marry you--but not because his parents have forced him to. Or because everyone is getting married."

When Harry was stumped trying to work that out, she clicked her tongue. "Honestly, Potter. He's afraid that you're going to marry him because you're a lemming--following everyone's example. He wants you to marry him because you want to be with him."

The figurative light bulb went off over Harry's head.

Re: Ah-ha! I got it!

[alafaye]

Later that night, Harry made sure he didn't do anything different from his schedule. He picked up Thai, picked up a video, and waited to find Draco rather than call out that he was home. He found his boyfriend in the kitchen, looking through a cook book.

"Evening," he said, putting his purchases on the counter. "It's been a rather long week so I picked dinner up." He wrapped his arms around Draco's waist. "We can eat it out of the cartons and watch a bad movie."

Draco relaxed into his hold and closed the book. "Sounds wonderful. How'd you guess?"

Harry chuckled and kissed Draco's nape. "I know you. Come on. Dinner waits."

After dinner and after their usual fuck-during-a-bad-movie-so-we-don't-know-we're-watching-a-bad-movie, Harry tugged Draco closer to him. "I could do this forever with you."

"What? Fuck?" Draco teased, leaning up to kiss the underside of Harry's chin and then stretched his muscles. "I think I could do that, too. You are a rather wonderful shag, after all."

Harry chuckled. "That, too. But I mean coming home to you and eating bad take out. Or eating something we've made together. Just spending time with you."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Sounds rather sentimental. You're not going soft on me, are you?"

Harry wiggled his hips. "I think I just proved I haven't." He leaned in close to revel in Draco's unique scent. "With the busy week we've had and the recent mail over whether we're going to do the done thing or if I'm going to wake up and realize to settle down with someone decidedly not a Death Eater, it made me realize that regardless of the chaos that...I'd rather come home to you and spend my spare time with you."

Draco leaned up on his elbow, looking sad for some reason. "You're not cheating on me, are you?"

Harry shook his head. "No, of course not. I have no reason to."

Draco narrowed his eyes suspicously. "Haven't drank anything from a fan?"

Harry laughed and kissed Draco's nose. "Why are you so suspicious? Can't I just say that I love spending time with you?"

Draco looked dubious, but sighed and lay back down on Harry's chest. "Of course you can. Go on. Tell me how wonderful I am."

Harry chuckled.

~~~

Over the next weeks leading up to their next match, Harry continued his sneak attack. He made up dozens of excuses to show his boyfriend how much he meant to Harry and done a dozen things to show Draco that he wanted them to stay together for the rest of the lives. In a completely sneaky way of course.

The morning of the match, Draco said to Harry (after a breakfast that Harry had made for Draco), "Enough, Potter. Whatever you're planning or doing or thinking...enough! Okay? I get it--you love me, appreciate me, and want me around for a long time."

He smiled as he stood to get ready to leave and kissed Harry. "And thank you. All of it...means a lot to me."

Harry beamed. "I do love you, you know."

Draco waved his hand. "Yeah, yeah. Love you, you prat. Now, we have a match to get to. I'll see you there."

Harry watched Draco go and took a deep breath. Well, it was tonight or never. He hoped his weeks of planning and preparation were enough.