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The sunlight streamed in through the drawn curtains, soaking the entire room in the early sunlight. Harry was awoken by a ray hitting his eye in just the right way. He stretched out his arms with a yawn, brushing his arm against the smooth skin of his sleeping partner. His lips quickly blossomed into a smile as he regained lost memory from sleep.
Harry slowly inched closer to the other man, wrapping his arms around his chest and pulling him closer. He pressed gentle kisses to his shoulder blade as he traced the scars on the other man’s chest. Harry heard a groan coming from in front of him. He chuckled and pressed another kiss to his skin.
“Good morning,” he whispered between feather-light kisses.
Draco reached up to Harry’s arms and held him close, scooting back in the bed so his back was against Harry’s chest, all with his eyes completely closed.
“‘S too early,” Draco mumbled, voice quiet and groggy with sleep. The blond flipped over quickly, burying his face in Harry’s chest and tangling his legs in between Harry’s. The small smile that crept onto Draco’s face as Harry pressed another kiss into his hair gave away his sleepy facade.
Harry rolled over enough to grab his wand off of the bedside table, ignoring the way Draco whined at the loss of warmth, and cast a tempus . He rolled back into place after setting his wand back down. Draco snuggled even closer than Harry thought possible, wrapping his arms around Harry’s torso and squeezing tighter to his chest.
“We should really get up, baby. The shower starts in an hour.” Harry ran his fingers through Draco’s soft hair, messing it up even more than it was already tousled from sleep. It was the only time of day that he could get away with doing it without being scolded. Draco leaned into the touch all the same.
“Five more minutes,” he mumbled into Harry’s chest, trying to snuggle even closer. He pulled one of his legs over Harry completely, as if to trap him. Harry supposed there were worse things to experience than being trapped in a warm bed with your cuddly boyfriend. He laughed again, pressing another sweet peck to Draco’s head and running his hands up and down the other man’s back.
After a few more kisses, Draco leaned up, locking eyes with Harry for the first time since they’d woken up. Harry was just as captivated by Draco’s grey eyes as he was the first time he’d seen them. He silently thanked the heavens, perhaps for the millionth time, that they were no longer filled with hate, as they once were, but were now filled with love and hope.
Draco leaned up and pressed a kiss to Harry’s lips, moving slowly and sweetly. Harry reciprocated immediately, pouring every ounce of love he could into the gesture.
“I love you,” Draco whispered against his lips after a moment.
“I love you too.”
Draco pulled himself up in the bed, resting his head on Harry’s shoulder and snuggling close once again. Harry wanted to drown himself in the warmth, the love, the joy, that he felt illuminating their bedroom. The blond peppered kisses along Harry’s shoulder, up to his ear. After a playful nibble at his earlobe, he settled back into the crook of Harry’s neck.
“Marry me.”
Harry froze, unsure if he’d actually heard those words coming from Draco’s lips.
“What?”
Draco pulled away slightly, giving just enough room to be able to look at each other face to face.
“Marry me,” he said again, a small smile on his face.
“Are you serious?”
Draco furrowed his brow a tiny bit. “Of course I am.”
Harry laughed, slightly shaking the bed with hearty peals of laughter. Draco began to pout, pulling even further away from Harry.
“Why wouldn’t I be serious?” Draco murmured irritably. Harry stopped laughing and practically melted at the cute pout resting on Draco’s face.
“You’re really proposing to me in bed?”
Draco scoffed, propping his head on his hands to look at (and make fun of) Harry better. “What, do you need to be wined and dined, Potter? Need to watch the sunset behind me as I get down on one knee?” Harry laughed again and watched as Draco’s smirk turned into a genuine smile. “This is the safest and most loved I’ve ever felt in my entire life, here in our bed with you, and I never want to let that feeling go. I want to know that this is forever, that no matter what the day has in store for us, we’ll always be able to come home and fall asleep in each other’s arms.” Harry smiled wide, feeling his heart beat in sync with Draco’s. “So yes, I am proposing to you in bed, you oaf. Will you marry me?”
“Of course I’ll marry you, prat.” Harry leaned over and pressed another fervent kiss to Draco’s lips, immediately met with the same enthusiasm. Draco propped himself up so that he was able to cup Harry’s cheeks and pull him closer. “You know if I’d done this, you would’ve been mad at me, right?”
Draco smiled, shaking his head.
“I’ve already had one grand proposal in my life, and look how that turned out,” he said with a laugh. “I would’ve fallen in love with you all over again.”
Harry grinned widely, so incredibly happy; happier than he’d ever thought he would be.
“I love you so much, Draco.”
“I love you too.”
Their lips met again, eager and urgent. Draco’s tongue swept along Harry’s bottom lip, just as it had numerous times before, but Harry still gasped as Draco deepened the kiss. Without disconnecting their lips, Draco manoeuvred his way so that he was straddling Harry’s lap. He removed Harry’s hands from where they were snaking their way up his side and suddenly pinned them down against the pillow, causing Harry to burst out with another chortle at the sudden action.
“Hermione is going to kill us if we’re late to her baby shower, you know,” Harry said playfully, moaning as Draco sucked on a sensitive spot on his neck.
“It’s her second child, she’ll survive.” Draco latched onto Harry’s neck once more, not giving up in the slightest.
Harry thought for a brief moment that perhaps he should argue that they really couldn’t be late to his best friends’ baby shower, that they were the honorary uncles, that they shouldn’t show up looking tousled and glowing from orgasm, but as Draco slowly slid his way down Harry’s body, he found that the words got lost in his moans.
Oh well.
He’d tell Ron and Hermione that they had some… wedding planning to attend to.