One Other Thing
Title: One Other Thing
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 520
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for eternal_moonie, using the prompts love, happy, emotional. I think I managed to convey all that. :)
Summary: Draco plans a celebratory dinner.
Harry finished knotting his tie, looked at the result in the mirror, and frowned at his reflection.
"Not your best effort, love," tutted the mirror.
Harry sighed and undid the knot and began working at tying it again. He disliked ties, but he liked his boyfriend very much, and Draco was taking him to dinner tonight.
"Some place nice," Draco had said. Harry knew that meant he needed to wear a suit jacket and tie.
Draco himself entered the bedroom a moment later. His brow quirked in fond amusement. "Harry, you once rode a dragon when you were still technically a child, and yet you are brought low by a simple tie?"
"There's nothing simple about it," huffed Harry. "Give me a hand, will you? And if you clap, I'll throttle you with this tie."
Draco had the nerve to laugh at him, but he stepped forward and knotted Harry's tie quickly and efficiently.
"I'm pleased you agreed to wear a tie this evening," said Draco. "However, there is one other thing I'd like you to wear for me."
Harry waggled his brows. "A plug?"
"No! Wait. Would you?"
Harry rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry, no. I'd never be able to sit through dinner. What did you want me to wear? Please don't say a tuxedo."
"No, not tonight," Draco said. He cleared his throat, reached into his pocket, and withdrew a small velvet box. Draco flipped the hinged lid open to reveal a tastefully masculine ring featuring an emerald set in gold.
"Would you wear this?" he asked in a voice that quavered just slightly. "Will you do me the honor of marrying me?"
Harry's mouth opened, but it took him a moment to articulate a response. "Draco, I...yes, yes I'll marry you."
Draco bestowed one of his special smiles on Harry, the kind that softened his countenance and made him look young and vulnerable and happy. He removed the ring from its box. "May I?" he asked.
Harry extended his hand and felt a happy smile of his own curve his lips as Draco slid the ring on his finger. He held his hand up and admired the sheen of the bright green stone. "Does anyone else know you bought this for me?" asked Harry, glancing up at Draco.
"The jeweler does."
"Berk."
"That's very astute of you, Harry," said Draco. "How did you know I bought your ring at Borgin and Burkes?"
"Ugh, please tell me you're taking the piss."
Draco laughed at Harry's grimace. "I'm taking the piss," he confirmed before dipping his head and claiming Harry's lips in a languid kiss.
When Draco stepped back, Harry licked his lips. "Mm, let's forget dinner and stay home."
"Absolutely not," said Draco. "You're mine now, and I have every intention of showing you off."
Harry closed the scant distance between them and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist. "Show me off, hm?" he mused. "What if I had declined your marriage proposal?"
Draco reached down and clasped Harry's bum before saying, "Well, for starters, I certainly wouldn't have taken you out for a celebratory dinner."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 520
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for eternal_moonie, using the prompts love, happy, emotional. I think I managed to convey all that. :)
Summary: Draco plans a celebratory dinner.
Harry finished knotting his tie, looked at the result in the mirror, and frowned at his reflection.
"Not your best effort, love," tutted the mirror.
Harry sighed and undid the knot and began working at tying it again. He disliked ties, but he liked his boyfriend very much, and Draco was taking him to dinner tonight.
"Some place nice," Draco had said. Harry knew that meant he needed to wear a suit jacket and tie.
Draco himself entered the bedroom a moment later. His brow quirked in fond amusement. "Harry, you once rode a dragon when you were still technically a child, and yet you are brought low by a simple tie?"
"There's nothing simple about it," huffed Harry. "Give me a hand, will you? And if you clap, I'll throttle you with this tie."
Draco had the nerve to laugh at him, but he stepped forward and knotted Harry's tie quickly and efficiently.
"I'm pleased you agreed to wear a tie this evening," said Draco. "However, there is one other thing I'd like you to wear for me."
Harry waggled his brows. "A plug?"
"No! Wait. Would you?"
Harry rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry, no. I'd never be able to sit through dinner. What did you want me to wear? Please don't say a tuxedo."
"No, not tonight," Draco said. He cleared his throat, reached into his pocket, and withdrew a small velvet box. Draco flipped the hinged lid open to reveal a tastefully masculine ring featuring an emerald set in gold.
"Would you wear this?" he asked in a voice that quavered just slightly. "Will you do me the honor of marrying me?"
Harry's mouth opened, but it took him a moment to articulate a response. "Draco, I...yes, yes I'll marry you."
Draco bestowed one of his special smiles on Harry, the kind that softened his countenance and made him look young and vulnerable and happy. He removed the ring from its box. "May I?" he asked.
Harry extended his hand and felt a happy smile of his own curve his lips as Draco slid the ring on his finger. He held his hand up and admired the sheen of the bright green stone. "Does anyone else know you bought this for me?" asked Harry, glancing up at Draco.
"The jeweler does."
"Berk."
"That's very astute of you, Harry," said Draco. "How did you know I bought your ring at Borgin and Burkes?"
"Ugh, please tell me you're taking the piss."
Draco laughed at Harry's grimace. "I'm taking the piss," he confirmed before dipping his head and claiming Harry's lips in a languid kiss.
When Draco stepped back, Harry licked his lips. "Mm, let's forget dinner and stay home."
"Absolutely not," said Draco. "You're mine now, and I have every intention of showing you off."
Harry closed the scant distance between them and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist. "Show me off, hm?" he mused. "What if I had declined your marriage proposal?"
Draco reached down and clasped Harry's bum before saying, "Well, for starters, I certainly wouldn't have taken you out for a celebratory dinner."