Harry and Draco had been dating for about four years. The war separated them a bit, but after all the disaster, they were able to talk and get along again.
Harry loved Draco: the way he spoke, the way he looked down on others, his cursed habit of slurring his words, his gray eyes with blue tinges, his thin, pink lips. Draco was perfect, and Harry couldn't miss that opportunity.
He won over his partner's family and gets along better with Narcissa than with Lucius, but both Malfoys loved him.
That Christmas, he wanted to go to Malfoy Manor to give his boyfriend that gift. He had to make up an excuse for Hermione and Ron, but it was worth it.
"You're uneducated, Potter," the blond man said angrily, making him bow his head.
"But I was raised by Muggles, Dragon, I don't understand magical customs," the dark-haired man apologized.
"Uneducated."
When Draco and he went to sleep, they stayed on the blond's balcony.
Harry sighed heavily, radiating confidence.
Taking advantage of the fact that the gray-eyed man was marveling at the sky, he positioned himself, took out the black velvet box, and opened it, revealing a beautiful silver ring with small embroidered letters that read, "There's only one life, better screw me than someone else."
Draco saw out of the corner of his eye that his boyfriend's shadow was looking strange. He turned around and was petrified at the sight.
"Salazar's balls, Harry," was the first thing that came out of the blond's mouth, who was still in a state of shock.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy Black, will you marry this foolish Gryffindor? I promise to take care of you from everything that hurts you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and always see your beautiful smile when I wake up. Will you give me the honor of being the lucky one?"
Well, Draco felt like he was going to cry, damn Potter and his cheap, corny talk that was doing his heart a disservice.
"Shit, you're a Gryffindor through and through," he mocked, scaring Harry a little. "I'll accept, you piece of broken condom."
Harry was happy, Draco was happy, and that was the important thing.
At school, it was a different story; everyone knew Draco Malfoy was wearing a fucking engagement ring. How was that even possible?
Draco had it in his head the whole time he was going to be a Potter. A Potter, you know? He still hadn't realized it, but he loved thinking about it.
He told his friends about it, and they just endured the blond excitedly saying he was going to be a Potter, even though they were about to smack him to shut him up.
But nothing compares to that Potions class where everyone found out about their relationship.
They were all focused on their cauldrons, trying not to get distracted so their potion wouldn't explode.
Draco was so absorbed in his thoughts, remembering when Harry would come to his room and kiss him, calling him "Mr. Potter" or "future Mr. Potter," that he didn't notice the following:
"Mr. Potter!" the professor called.
"Yes, sir" Harry and Draco replied. They looked at each other in surprise until the blond blushed up to his ears and covered his face. The dark-haired man just smiled tenderly.
And obviously, everyone's face was this: 😦.