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Draco was staring, wide-eyed and shocked at the kneeling man in front of him. Harry was obviously nervous and there was a gorgeous ring held in his hands but that did nothing to get Draco out of his stupor.
“You’re joking, right?”, he murmured more to himself than to his… boyfriend? Soon to be fiancé? Hopefully? If he wasn’t reading the situation incorrectly. “Tell me if you’re joking.”
“I’m not joking, babe,” Harry said with a slight laugh. It was strained, and Draco quickly realised that his own words sounded hopeless – on the edge of rejection. He tried to smile, something reassuring and fond but the shock was still very much present in his body and it turned out to be more a grimace. He was so glad Harry was doing this in their kitchen and not somewhere where people could see him embarrass himself at his own proposal.
Harry took a deep breath as if steeling himself. “I’m not joking. I’m completely and utterly serious. And so in love with you, it’s honestly ridiculous. Draco, I – I have this whole speech and I know you’d hate it because it’s so sappy but I really really want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Draco was having trouble breathing properly by this moment. His heart was near to jumping out of his chest. His eyes were getting wet. He couldn’t believe this was happening. To him!
“I wanna fall asleep next to you every night,” Harry continued, “and wake up every morning with you by my side. I want to buy a house with you and I want us to argue about the couch, and the curtains, and the colour of the kitchen cabinets. I want to ask you about your day while cuddling on the couch and I want to kiss you whenever I see you across the room of our home. I wanna have kids, maybe, if you want. I want to see you be the great dad I know you’d be. I want us to have a family so full of joy and laughter everyone envies us. I want us to be together forever, even past death, even past eternity. I want to be by your side till you get sick of me and I want you to be by mine in return.”
“Harry – “, Draco began, not even knowing what to say. Harry didn’t really ask him anything, but he couldn’t not say anything. He stepped closer and put a hand on Harry’s shoulder. Harry beamed at him in return, but the image was blurry through the tears in Draco’s eyes.
“Draco Lucius Malfoy, will you do me the incredible honour of becoming my husband?”, Harry asked with a wobbly smile. “Draco, will you – will you marry me?”
Draco was nodding before Harry even finished the first sentence and soon, he was on the floor kneeling against his fiancé, hugging him fiercely. He only moved away so Harry could put on his ring and then, kiss him hard.
It wasn’t their most majestic kiss; they were both crying and laughing from happiness and the angle was awkward because they were trying not to tip over, but it was so them. So full of joy and love and everything Harry wanted. Everything Draco wanted as well.
The kiss petered out into small pecks as they tried to catch their breath.
“I love you so much,” Draco whispered against Harry’s lips, and Harry smiled so wide that it must have hurt. They were both a blushing mess.
“And I love you even more,” Harry said and Draco huffed before kissing him once again.
“We’re gonna get married,” Draco said when they pulled apart and hugged again.
“We’re gonna get married,” Harry repeated. They pulled back to grin at each other like loons and then kissed again, unable to stop each other, or even, find a reason to.
The rest of the evening was spent in a similar fashion.