Title: Will you...?
Author:
enchanted_jaePairing: H/D
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None
Word count: 475
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Jae-Quills prompt: #49 - forthcoming
Written for :
pervyunitwins Summary: Harry finally proposes.
Harry spent the next few days considering and discarding different manners in which he could propose to Draco. He wanted to do something romantic, of course, but he also wanted it to be unique. When he finally settled on the perfect scenario, Harry allowed a purely Slytherin smile to grace his features.
~*~
Draco returned home from a shopping excursion with his mum. He was about to go upstairs in an effort to sneak his multitude of purchases past Harry when an enticing aroma from the kitchen caused him to pause. Peeking around the corner, he asked, "Are you making...?"
"Yes, I'm making your favorite dinner," interrupted Harry. "Now, run along."
Draco beamed happily and scrambled up the steps to hide the bags he'd brought home before dashing back down stairs to burst into the kitchen. "Need any help?" he asked, dipping a finger into the sauce for a taste. He yelped when his hand got slapped.
"Get out of that," scolded Harry. "I'm almost finished in here, so why don't you go set the table?"
~*~
Draco savored the last bite of Italian cream cake from Ambrosia, then set his fork down with a small groan. "Ugh, Harry, you'll have to roll me away from the table," he moaned, rubbing his stomach.
"That's too bad," remarked Harry. "I was hoping we could snuggle on the sofa." Draco jumped up and dashed into the living room. Harry banished the dishes to the kitchen, then joined his boyfriend on the sofa.
Draco sat up, allowing Harry to recline against the arm of the sofa, then he settled himself between Harry's legs, with his back resting against his boyfriend's chest. He dragged the quilt Molly had made them from the back of the sofa and draped it over them, sighing in contentment when Harry's arms wrapped around him from behind.
"So, how much money did you spend today?" Harry asked.
"Not a lot," Draco prevaricated, glad Harry couldn't see his face.
Harry responded with a noncommittal hum. Amber chose that moment to wander in the living room, and Harry patted the edge of the sofa, encouraging her to join them. She jumped up on Draco's lap with a pleased purr and bunted against the hand that Draco automatically began to pet her with.
Harry held his breath.
Draco reached to scratch Amber beneath the chin, when he noticed something strange. Attached to her collar was a platinum band with one elegant emerald in a tasteful, masculine setting. Eyes widening with surprise, he fingered the ring and turned his head to look at Harry. "Wh-what is this?" Draco asked, his heart in his throat.
Harry nervously cleared his own throat and intoned, "Draco, will you...will you marry me?"
Harry's nervousness increased when no answer was immediately forthcoming.
~tbc~
Will Draco say yes, or will he say no? One more installment of this arc to go...stay tuned! *laughs an evil laugh*