"I'm just so over it!" Harry exclaimed.
It had been over an hour since he arrived at Draco's flat. He marched into Draco's living room, uninvited, and pressed him against the wall. Draco was surprised and tried to ask what he was doing there, but Harry only told him to 'shut up' and kissed him harder. Draco stopped asking questions and just enjoyed it. Harry's lips, Harry's hands, Harry's body, Harry, exploring him like he needed it. Like it was the first time they'd ever explored each other and what was between them.
Though it most definitely was not the first time. They'd been hooking up for over two years now. It started in secret under the guise of 'just sex' after they got drunk at a party and went home together. But things had quickly blossomed into something far more complicated. Then one day, Harry told Draco he couldn't keep hooking up with him because he had developed feelings for Draco that Draco would obviously never reciprocate and that made it all too hard, having Draco but not having Draco at the same time. To which, Draco responded by explaining he'd developed the same emotions and they started officially and somewhat publicly dating—their friends knew but the media didn't. They were careful not to be seen together in public by anyone who might recognize them, so their dates only ever occurred at home or in muggle spaces.
After they had sex, they were cuddling in silence, the only sound from them both trying to catch their breath. When their breathing evened out, Draco finally asked what had been on Harry's mind before he came over.
Now, Harry paced around Draco's bedroom, after having sex and cuddling in his underwear, complaining to his boyfriend about the frustrating day he had. "I'm just so over it!" He repeated.
Draco sat up on the bed, completely naked, hair a mess from Harry's hands, with a blanket in his lap. He listened to his partner rant.
Harry tugged at his own hair in frustration. "I'm over all of it! I'm over the Ministry galas, the press, the expectations. I'm over seeing myself in headlines and newspapers. I'm over everyone analyzing every single thing I do! I'm over being unable to breathe in a public space without it being reported somewhere! I'm sick of keeping our relationship a secret. I'm sick of having to be perfect!" He made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded like something akin to a growl. "I just don't want to be Harry Potter anymore!"
"So be Harry Malfoy instead."
Harry stopped his pacing abruptly and looked at Draco, taken aback. "Did-did you just propose?" He stuttered.
But Draco looked just as surprised by his own words as Harry. "I think so?"
"Well did you," Harry paused, swallowing against his suddenly dry throat, "mean it?"
Draco's eyes were still wide when he looked away from Harry to answer him, too quickly. "What? No! Of course not, we're not ready for that. We don't even live together. We aren't even out publicly yet. We shouldn't be talking about marriage. That's ridiculous." Draco tried to play nonchalant about the whole thing but he couldn't stop himself from adding, "Why? Did you want me to mean it?"
A small laugh escaped Harry. "I think—" he shook his head to clear his thoughts and tried again. "You're right. We aren't out publicly and we aren't living together." Draco nodded, but Harry thought he looked almost disappointed. He continued, "But we could be."
"You could lose your job, Harry. Your reputation would be ruined, all of the respect you get from the Ministry and the media—" Draco furrowed his brows, causing a crease to appear between them that he would definitely fuss over later in life.
"You mean all of the things I was just complaining about?" Harry crossed his arms over his chest and faced Draco directly.
"Harry, I don't want you to marry me as an out from the public eye, so if that's what this is. . ." Draco pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, shutting Harry out. He rested his chin on his knees.
Harry rushed to stand by Draco's side of the bed. He cupped Draco's cheeks with his hands, kneeling so he could press their foreheads together. "No, of course not. What I'm trying to say is that I want to spend my entire life with you and I'm tired of hiding it. And that if we're going to get married, I'm telling everyone. As long as that's ok with you."
Draco's frown split into the biggest smile. "Let's do it."
"Yeah?" Harry's smile matched Draco's.
"Yeah!" Draco nodded as Harry pulled him the rest of the way in for a kiss that was awkward between airy giggles and toothy grins.
"I don't think I've ever imagined myself taking your last name. Maybe we should hyphenate."
"Shut up," Draco chuckled fondly, kissing Harry again.