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Harry paws the inside of his robes, digging—searching for something.
He finds said something. A velvet green box, big enough to snuggle inside his palm. A box Draco dreads.
“Draco. I… I know this isn’t the most grandiose way to do it, but, um, I couldn’t think of a better way to do it.”
“Potter.”
He breathes in deeply, and opens the box, revealing the most beautiful diamond ring. Draco wants to cry. “Draco Lucius Malfoy, will you marry me?”
“Pot— Harry.” Draco runs his hands through his hair. “This isn’t supposed to be—oh bloody fuck.”
“What? Oh…” Harry’s face falls in the most heart-crushing way Draco has ever seen. “No, I—I understand if you think it’s too early, or—”
“Harry James Fucking Potter, look at me.”
He does, looking up at Draco with those big, green eyes. Draco decides he couldn’t hold it anymore.
He digs into the pockets of his pants, pulling out the single item that has made sitting on his arse uncomfortable throughout the whole picnic date.
A box, similar to Harry’s. Only this time, it's red, with a lightning symbol carved on top.
“Oh,” Harry breathes,
“Yes, oh.” He opens it. A silver band, cradling the pure jade that Draco spent months searching for, all for it to match Harry’s eyes perfectly.
“This, is why I don’t like surprises, Potter. Honestly—”
Draco couldn’t finish his sentence, and why would he when he was full of Harry’s face, and his hair, and of his warm, sticky mouth up against his, coaxing him into a sweet kiss. Harry giggled through the kiss, and throughout the night.