Cassiopeia woke her Fathers up at around 11 o'clock, crying. Draco, groaning, mutters to Harry that it's his turn to take care of their daughter for the night, and without hesitation, Harry slowly gets up, finds his boxers on the floor, pulls them on, and walks over to their daughter's cot. Draco had fallen back asleep quickly after that, and while Harry was still up and began feeding Cassiopeia some warm milk, he was thinking about how he'd have to wash their laundry every week as 12 Grimmauld Place didn't have a washing machine. 

Then an image popped into his mind. An idea. It didn't even have anything to do with laundry. It was what he wanted to do with Draco on the day he will propose to him. He wanted to include two people on that day, knowing Draco would like to see them.

But he now had to think of a date and time. He wanted to do it soon, in a few days. But when? Finally, after feeding his daughter and she stopped crying, he laid her back to rest, placed her elephant and lion teddy beside her head, pulled her buttercup yellow blankets over her chest and then quietly walked over to the desk just opposite the bed but to the left a little. He began writing an Owl to Hermione, and it took him nearly until midnight to finish, though it wasn't even half a page.

It was basically telling Hermione to ask Ivy and Lavender if they were willing to stop by a certain park in a few days' time. He still needed to figure out a date and time. He also asked her if she could research London's best dancing studios and what dance lessons are on. He ended the letter there and sealed it up in an envelope he found in a drawer of the desk after quietly opening it. He finds an old stamp seal with ink which he uses on the envelope. He notices that the seal is some sort of crest. Black family crest, he guesses.

He would visit Malfoy Manor tomorrow morning to give the letter to Hedwig and let her fly away to Hermione. Hiding the envelope under a stack of parchment, he made his way back to the bed and crept in. He leaned over Draco's sleeping face and kissed his lips softly, then leaned away, smiling.

"Mmmm?" Draco mumbles sleepily. Harry chuckles and goes in for a slow kiss, melting eternally as he feels Draco's soft lips slide against his perfectly, and he presses his body down onto Draco's. Then Draco's opened his legs out wide, offering himself while distracted by Harry's lips and the feel of Harry's cock through his boxers pressing against his groin, and Harry forces Draco's mouth wider, slipping his tongue past the blonde's teeth.

Draco grabs at the hem of Harry's boxers and pulls them down. Since when did Harry put them back on? He knew he was becoming hard from the feel of Harry all over him, and the cock under the sheets which he couldn't see was dragging against his entrance, waking up all the nerves down there. Harry helps him get rid of his boxers, then he's whispering, "You want?"

Draco nods, eyes opening only halfway. He wants him again even if it's in the middle of the night. He brings his hands up and around Harry's neck, pulling him back into a kiss, and Harry grabs one of Draco's thighs and raises it as he pushes into the blonde's welcoming warm arse.

"Welcome home, my darling Harry," Draco whispers against Harry's lips, and Harry couldn't help but snort, then pull out and plunge back into Draco's arse. Draco lets out a whimper and wraps his legs around Harry's waist. "Can we fall asleep together like this?"

Harry smiles. "Since we're already in position, I guess why not," he replies quietly. But he surprises the Slytherin with a quick thrust of his hips, biting his lip as the blonde moans softly, then grins and squeezes his arse down over Harry. "Bloody hell, Draco. If you don't stop, I will... I'll try..." He lowers his head, grunting with pleasure as he continues slowly thrusting into Draco. "Oh, never mind. I'm going to do it anyway."

"Marvellous!" Draco beamed sleepily.

As Harry's distracted by the waves of lust and pleasure of making quiet love with his boyfriend, an idea of his laundry problem pops into his mind after he cums into the blonde's arse, panting. Even though this is supposed to be a magic-free zone, he needs to call Kreacher only to ask if he can teach him how to wash their clothes - however Kreacher does it. Surely, there's a washing machine somewhere? He'd do that tomorrow morning as well after Owling Hermione.

Draco tightens his arms around Harry, his arse flooded with his lover's semen, his own cum painted on Harry's stomach from his own recent orgasm. He loves when Harry's cum makes him feel sated and incredible. Then he closed his eyes, smiled happily, and sighed as he trapped Harry in his arms and body. "Mine," he mutters, legs tightly wrapped around Harry's back.

Harry chuckles at him and rubs their noses together, making soft tints of pink appear on the blonde's cheeks. He relaxes against the blonde, staying inside him, and goes back to kissing him slowly until they're falling asleep together.

*****

Harry received a letter from Hermione the next day about 5 hours after he Owled her and it stated that Ivy and Lavender were up for whatever Harry planned. Hermione hadn't told them why the two girls were going to be meeting at a park, though they knew Harry and Draco were going to be there. She mentioned the best Dance Studio in London with the best prices, so Harry chose one.

Harry didn't send a reply back. He needed time for that. However as he began to think about a date, he was thinking of having the special day in three days' time. They needed more time anyway to settle down into 12 Grimmauld Place.

Harry noticed that afternoon, with a fond smile while rocking Cassiopeia's cot side to side gently, how Draco would play dress up with Regulus and Sirius's clothes, often calling the outfits and what the two Black brothers wore stylishly. He especially loved Regulus's clothes more, though some of Sirius's clothes which they had to dig deeper into Sirius's closet to find, Harry noticed had muggle bands on them. ACDC, Guns N Roses, Bon Jovi. They also found a leather jacket in the closet. Where did Sirius get these clothes? Not to mention, they also found muggle eyeliner and muggle black nail polish in one of Sirius's drawers.

Harry mentions that he found Sirius's diary a while ago, and tells Draco that Sirius used to call Remus his honey bun. And when hearing this, Draco grins and uses it in a sentence. "Well, my honey bun, I'm glad you told me about Sirius's diary," he says quietly. Harry blushes. "Now I want to read it. I want to read more into my uncle's life."

"I'll show you it whenever we stop by the Snape household, sugar," Harry tells him as a promise as he knows he too wants to read the rest of Sirius's diary, all 360 + pages of it and counting. He smiles at the pet name he called Draco which in turn reddened Draco's beautiful cheeks. The blonde kissed Harry's cheek and got back to looking through the room and closets.

He wants to read the entirety of Sirius and Remus's relationship because he just loves learning about their love and how it blossomed. He wished he had either his mother's diary or even his father's so he could read about their love if they ever wrote about it. However, he just adores Severus and Remus's relationship too.

Now he was thinking how he should have written in a diary how he and Draco became a couple for their kids to read in the future. But he's got lovely memories of how it all happened anyway to share with his children in the future if they're interested in knowing.

Harry just watched Draco continue to dress up in Sirius and Regulus's clothing until it was time to start on dinner, with help from Kreacher. He just chopped or diced whatever ingredient the elf wanted him to whilst Draco watched, Cassiopeia in his arms, her little arm stretched up to touch Draco's chin. Draco let her; it didn't bother him. He gave her tiny hand little kisses though which made the baby girl smile.

Harry saw this and just sighed with adoration at his lover and their beautiful baby. As he locked eyes with Draco, he then had a date in his head. Exactly, in three days. He made a mental note that later on this evening, he'd Fire-call Hermione, or just visit her house just to tell her then and ask if she could book a dance for him and Draco around 9:30 in the morning, then ask if she could get Ivy and Lavender to meet him at the park around 10.

Once he finished chopping and dicing what he needed to, and Kreacher began cooking the stew, he walked around the table to his family, wrapped his arm around Draco's waist, and then began kissing all over Cassiopeia's soft gleeful cheeks. Draco grins and nudges his nose into the side of Harry's forehead, before kissing it.

Kreacher rolls his eyes at the small family, but as he turns away from them, he smiles.

*****

Harry was up the next morning making breakfast in the kitchen, though it was mainly just soft bread with Lemon Jam. It's all he could make without a toaster or an oven. He couldn't make anything else when he had no fridge or cupboards filled with food unless he went down to the basement and tried to turn on the old 100-year-old or even older kitchen stove. Only Kreacher knows how to turn it on. All they had were leftovers. They needed to go shopping soon.

"Good morning my beloved Harry Potter," came the voice of Draco Malfoy, and Harry quickly looked up as he was buttering and spreading jam on the fourth piece of toast. Draco had walked into the kitchen with Cassiopeia in his arms and was feeding her a bottle of warm milk for breakfast, her little sunflower-covered yellow body suit pyjamas standing out from Draco's black button-up shirt.

"Good morning, honey," Harry says, pushing with two fingers a white ceramic plate with two pieces of Lemon Jam bread to Draco who licked his lips but had to continue feeding Cassiopeia until her bottle was empty. So, Harry, grinning, grabbed a slice of bread from Draco's plate and fed it to his lover.

"Mmm, I love your toast and jam breakfasts," Draco says after the first few bites of his first piece of toast. "Simple but perfect."

Harry smiled warmly and kissed the blonde's warm cheek. "Thank you, love," he tells him, putting his arm around the other man's waist, and he continues kissing his cheek and feeding him his breakfast while his lover continues to feed their daughter, the quantity of the milk reducing slowly in the bottle.

Draco hands Cassiopeia to Harry so he can sit on a tall stool and eat his breakfast himself, though he enjoys being fed by his other half, his one and only. "We should do a house tour of 12 Grimmauld Place for Cassiopeia," he then suggests as he eats the rest of his toast. "Not that she'd remember the moment."

"Yeah, we should," Harry agrees with a nod, and he smiles at their daughter's gorgeous face as he remembers what he must ask Draco. "Oh, and um...would you like to go dancing sometime this week as a date?" He remembers a week ago when he and Draco were dancing to the muggle radio until Hermione called on the wall phone and disturbed them from the beautiful moment they were having. That day Harry knew how to ask Draco the important question he'd been meaning to ask him for so long. "We can drop Cassiopeia off at Malfoy Manor so your mother can spend some time with her while we're out dancing."

"A dancing date, hmm?" Draco replies smoothly, beaming at him out of excitement for this dancing date they'll be going on soon. "For sure, it sounds marvellous! When is it? And how must I dress for this occasion?"

Harry looks at him fondly. Of course, Draco would be into dressing up. He loved it when Draco asked these things though. "Our dance will be in a few days," he says, and he means it, only he wants it to be sooner. "And dress however you want, as long as I can still lift you off your feet." He suggestively winks at him, and Draco blushes.

Draco finishes his last piece of toast and pushes his empty plate towards Harry. "Tell me when and I'll be ready within an hour," he says, and he turns around on the stool. "Now...is that house tour still in order?"

Harry grins. "Of course, it is," he tells him softly, before looking down at their daughter and watching the milk disappear from inside Cassiopeia's bottle and then refill with more milk. "Gees, you're a hungry little one, aren't you?" Cassiopeia just stared up at him.

Draco sighs. "You're becoming distracted too easily, my darling," he says, sliding off the stool and walking to Harry's side. He puts his arms around Harry and leans his chin on Harry's shoulder.

"How can I not be distracted by our beautiful daughter when she's got your looks," Harry says, and he turns his head and plants a deep kiss on Draco's cheek which warms up with a blush. Seeing his partner's reddening cheeks and beautiful smile amused and distracted him for a moment before he remembered what they were going to do together as a family. "Right, the house tour."

Draco nods. "Come on," he says, leaning away from his lover but he reaches down and tickles Cassiopeia's tiny soft feet. He pondered if Harry's baby feet were as soft as Cassiopeia's. 

Harry finally follows Draco out of the kitchen and starts the mini tour from the basement. They both knew that in a few 5 years' time, they'd have to give their 5-year-old daughter a second tour of 12 Grimmauld Place if they ever visited.

During the tour, Harry and Draco discussed where they would put the rest of Cassiopeia's items. They had to choose a room which would be an acceptable nursery for Cassiopeia that was near Sirius's room, which was now their room. They had decided on Regulus's bedroom for the nursery and were deciding on converting a little side of the room for Cassiopeia's stuff.

As they got to the second story, they stopped by the Black Family Tree room. Entering the room, they looked around at the ancestral tree, and then Harry saw it. Well, he sees himself. How can this be? He gives Cassiopeia to Draco, then crouches down and trails his finger along the branch that leads from Narcissa and Lucius, down to Draco.

He smiles at Draco's little adorable face, but then looks to his right at the face he recognises as himself. The name 'Harry Potter' below a boy with dark messy hair, bright green eyes, and round glasses faced him. How could the tree do this? He wasn't married to Draco yet, or engaged, although he was coming to that. Did that make a difference at all?

Harry then sees another branch and it snakes down between his and Draco's branches to a little bud with the face of their baby daughter on it. Cassiopeia Myrtle Potter was the name shown under the little portrait of her. Harry pondered if the tree portraits change every year as they grow, as Cassiopeia grows older over the years and their other kids if they have more, which he does hope.

"Oh, that's a surprise," Draco says softly, seeing their daughter under his and surprisingly, Harry's branch. He's really happy seeing Harry on a family tree with him and their daughter, and his mother and father. "I love this tree. It shows our entire incredible family. I bet the Malfoy Family Tree is better, especially with you on it, Harry." He smiles at Harry, then looks down at his daughter in his arms. "And, of course, you Cassiopeia."

Harry smiles, and he stands up and kisses Draco's cheek. "It shows our growing family," he says, placing his hands on his blonde lover's waist. "Whenever you would like another child, just tell me. I'd love to impregnate you again."

Draco snorts at that incredible image, and he leans his head against Harry's. "Whew, I don't think I could take having another baby feeding off my energy until after a year or two," he tells him, firmly. "But might I remind you, we don't have any Birthing Potions, or Gender-Swap potions for a baby to happen."

Harry kissed him again, this time on the lips. "If we think hard enough about it, a womb might reappear back inside of you," he says quietly, and Draco cracks up in laughter. "Or I can just fuck you until I fill your arse with my semen." Draco couldn't stop laughing now, until Harry leans in and bites down on Draco's lip, shocking the blonde, and pulling him into a kiss.

"Harry Potter, you make me laugh," Draco says quietly back, amusedly, between kisses. "And I love that about you so much. My love for you burns bright like a phoenix." This time he kisses Harry's lips, and as Harry kisses him back, he melts within and tries to pull him closer without squashing Cassiopeia between them.

"I love everything about you, my dear Draco," Harry says softly, and he leans away and links his arm through Draco's. "Now, don't we have a House Tour to continue?"

"I believe we do," Draco says, smiling lovingly at his boyfriend. "Oh, and Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Watch your language," Draco says. "Not in front of our Cassy." 

Harry chuckles. "Fine. Sorry."

*****

Harry was watching Draco in the lounge room of 12 Grimmauld Place, and Draco was checking his nails out and filing them, whilst Harry chuckled at the blonde and fed Cassiopeia her bottle of warm milk as he was seated on the comfy dark chaise by the window.

Draco looked up at Harry from the Victorian dark green armchair he sat on who he knew was chuckling at him. His legs were crossed, and he had a smile on his face. "What?" he asks gently.

"Nothing, except that you look absolutely beautiful over there," Harry says, giving the blonde a loving look, Draco's smile widens, and he flutters his eyelashes at Harry. "Blonde hair styled on point as always, silver eyes focused on the task of filing your perfect nails, and a smile so bright it lights up my soul."

Draco stares at him for a moment, locking eyes with Harry. "Oh, come here you," Draco says, but he gets up off the armchair and walks over to Harry. He sits down next to Harry on the chaise and leans against Harry's side. He kisses Harry's cheek as a 'thank you', though as Harry turns his head, Draco kisses his lips.

Harry leans his face away, slightly blushing. "I'm going to drop Cassiopeia off with your mother so we can spend some quality time together," he says, and Draco smirks as ideas pop into his head of what they can do alone. Harry snickers, shaking his head in disbelief that Draco would think of sex automatically, and he gets up off the couch.

"How would you like me when you return from the Manor?" Draco then asks, the smirk on his face remaining, and he lays back on the chaise. "Would we be in here? How about on this chaise?"

"First of all, I'd like you to be dressed appropriately for dancing," Harry tells him, the suggestion he said lighting Draco's eyes up unless that was the morning sun shining down through the window on the blonde. "You can just wait here! You may stay on the chaise if you'd like to until I get back."

"Dancing?" Draco says curiously, suddenly grinning, though he remembers Harry mentioning dancing a few days ago. He sits up. "Alright, I'll be ready when you get back."

"Good," Harry says as he walks towards the Floo. "I'll be back shortly. I love you."

"Here, let me get that for you," Draco says as he gets up from the couch and walks over to Harry by the Floo. He reaches for the elegant old vase on top of the white mantle, grabs some Floo Powder and chucks it in the Floo. "Malfoy Manor," he says to the Floo, then glances back at Harry and smiles. "And I love you too, Potter."

Harry grins back; it's been quite some time since he's heard Draco call him by his last name and he missed it. He stopped himseld from saying something to revealing about the day He cups Draco's cheek with one hand, the other holding Cassiopeia to his chest, and kisses him quickly, before walking into the Floo and disappearing in a whoosh of green flames.

He walked into the Manor's Lounge Room, but Narcissa wasn't anywhere in sight. He walks over to Cassiopeia's corner of the room where all her stuff is and lays her down on her purple sleeping mat filled with beautiful colourful fluttering butterflies and birds.

He lays down next to her, and he smiles as she reaches her little hands out to him. He puts his hand around her little hand, his thumbs rubbing the palms of her hand. "So, ... I'm going to ask your father if I can marry him today," he tells her quietly. "What do you think about that?"

Cassiopeia smiled as if she knew what marriage was even about.

"Your father makes me extremely happy," Harry continues. "He has helped me go through a lot in my life. You see, I never had a happy childhood. My mother and father died when I was just a baby. They were murdered by a really bad man and I was given to my Auntie but was...abused by my Uncle for fourteen years of my life. When you get older and understand things more, I'll tell you about my childhood life, and my life during Hogwarts. Now back to your incredible father..."

"Harry?" the voice of Narcissa said. Harry looks up at her and smiles, wondering if she heard him tell Cassiopeia what he wanted to ask Draco today. "Oh, and what are you doing here, Harry? Wait... you're taking my son out dancing. You said something about that over the Fire-call last night, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did," Harry says slowly, nodding his head. "I thought that Draco and I could do something fun together." He sits up and thinks about how the day will go. He wants it to be perfect, as perfect as Draco is. "We could be learning different styles of dancing from around the world in one little session, but I chose one very popular dance for us to learn."

"Ohhh," Narcissa says intriguingly. "That sounds fun. Shouldn't you be at the lesson and dancing with my son then?"

Harry gets to his feet. "Yeah, I should," he says quickly. He didn't want to keep his soon-to-be fiancé waiting. "I'll bring Draco home to the manor later on today." He wraps her in a quick embrace, kisses her on the cheek, then steps away. "I can't wait until I can show you the ring I'll put on your son's finger in a short while."

"Oh?" Narcissa says loudly in surprise, and she giggles, but before she can reply, Harry is already out of the lounge room and has Flooed back to 12 Grimmauld Place.

Harry found Draco lying on the couch, dressed in his best black button-down and trousers, and he walked over and pulled him up off the chaise and into his arms. Draco giggles and smiles as he is finally back in Harry's arms again, and he looks into Harry's emerald green eyes and kisses him. Harry apparates them away on the spot.

Draco had to lean away from the kiss just so he could look at the place Harry took him to. It was a large building in the city named 'London Dance Studio'. "I'm excited," he tells Harry with a grin. "So, are we going to go in?"

"I'm so glad because I am too," Harry says softly, and he places his arm around Draco as they walk up the steps to the Dance Studio, Draco chuckling and leaning into his side. He sneakily checked his back pocket for the ring just in case and smiled in relief when feeling the ring box in his pocket.

They walked into the front doors of the building and walked around until they found the first dance room. Inside the room were two or three other couples standing around and talking with each other, and in the front were two ladies setting up a music player.

Harry led Draco to the centre of the room where the others were. They greeted the other couples happily, getting to know them a little and what they were all doing here. Most came for their anniversary, and others just wanted to learn how to dance.

"Hello everyone," one of the ladies at the front spoke, her hair blonde and frizzy as if she time time-travelled from the 80s. "My name is Freya, and my partner Ashley and I are going to teach you guys how to Salsa."

"Salsa?" Draco whispers to Harry. He's heard of the Mexican dance, but he has never learnt it.

"It would be fun," Harry whispers back to him. "Trust me." He gives him a wink, and Draco smiles and blushes.

"So, turn to your partners and hold their hands gently," Freya spoke again, and everyone did as told. "First up, we'll be practising the hip movements like so." She turns to the mirror and begins to sway her hips and step lightly on the floor.

"Once you get the hang of this, we'll then teach you the Forward and Back steps involved," Ashley said, twirling her long honey-brown hair as she watched her partner's hips move. "Remember that when you take a step, lead with your body, don't lead with your legs.

"And by the end of this lesson, you all will be able to Salsa," Freya says with a grin, and she spins around towards her partner who catches her and dips her to the floor. She giggles and pulls her in for a quick kiss. But then leans away and brings her partner back onto her feet. "We apologise for the inappropriateness. Now, let's get into the learning!" She turns on her phone which is seated on a blue chair next to her by the speakers and taps on it which starts up a funky dance rhythm.

Harry pulls Draco closer, and Draco smiles and begins to learn the steps with Harry slowly, his hips easily getting the hang of the dance too. It was easy once he repeatedly did the steps Freya and Ashley were teaching them. "So, is this all we'll be doing today?" he asks his lover quietly.

"Great job, boys!" Freya walks around them and nods her head in approval. "You there!" She points to Harry. "Move your hips out more."

"Yes, ma'am," Harry says quickly and tries his best to move his hips more as she had told him. He was just so mesmerised with the way Draco's hips moved perfectly in tune to the rhythm, and his feet too, and oh, those sparkly eyes.

As Freya walks away, Draco smirks at Harry and so wants to give his round arse a playful smack. "Yeah, Harry," he whispers to his ears. "Move those sexy baby-making hips."

Harry snorts and quickly kisses him to shut him up. "Shush," he tells Draco's soft lips quietly. "I don't want anyone hearing those words coming out of your incredible mouth." Draco just shrugs, a little playfully, and he blushes too from Harry's comment. "And no, this isn't all we're doing today. I have plenty more planned after this half-hour lesson ends."

"Oh, is there now?" Draco asks him curiously, an elegant blonde eyebrow raising slowly. "Well, my darling, I'm loving this date already."

Harry smiles. They then learnt a few more steps, this time instead of stepping forward and back in rhythm, they're stepping to their sides.

"You're all doing so well!" Ashley says brightly, standing back at the front of the room with her partner Freya. "Remember to lead with your body and not your legs."

"Why am I rather turned on with learning this dance with you?" Draco asks Harry quietly, his eyes staring into pools of emerald green as they danced the next few steps of the Salsa slowly. "Is it the closeness I am to you? Watching your hips move so...unbelievably?"

"Draco, this is the Salsa which is a fun and sexy dance style," Harry tells him, and he spins Draco around on the spot, though it isn't what they were supposed to be doing. Draco raises his thigh, and Harry grabs it, but Draco slides his other leg down behind him, going lower and lower. "Did I mention a real turn-on with your incredible moves?"

Draco chuckles, and Harry brings him back up to his feet. They continued where they left off with the Salsa steps, stepping side to side and swaying their hips, but Harry began to pull Draco towards him slowly as they danced. Draco knew what Harry was doing, which put a sweet smile on his face, and he leaned over and kissed him every time Harry's face came close to his.

Harry was enjoying this a lot, getting kisses from Draco, dancing with him and being so close to him. He just wanted to get down on one knee and propose to Draco already right here and right now, to finally make him his fiancé. The more he thought about it, the more nervous he began to feel. But he had to wait a little while when they were not in public.

"So, will you tell me about what else we'll be doing today?" Draco then asks quietly. He was curious, as he should be with what his partner had planned for them today.

"Nope," Harry says simply. "I know you love surprises, so I would rather keep them to myself and show you when the time comes."

Draco sighs slowly, a little dramatically. "So, you're going to leave me thinking about what the surprise is?" he asks of him in a flat tone. Harry grins and nods his head. "You're such a bloody tease!"

"You are very welcome," Harry says softly, and getting distracted by the blonde, he cups the blonde's chin and rubs his thumbs over his soft cheek. "But if you want to, we can leave to the next surprise I have in mind. It's already been 20 minutes. We only have another ten minutes to go of this class."

"No, let's finish the rest of the class," Draco says, and he brings Harry's hand away from his chin, but kisses his knuckles. "This will likely be the last full day in a year or even more that I can spend alone with you without Cassiopeia to take care of 24/7, besides in the evening before going to bed."

Harry's smiling brightly now. He'll make sure this won't be the last day in the year – in years – he gets to spend alone with Draco. "I love you so much, Draco Malfoy," he then whispers lovingly. "Malfoy." Draco smirks.

"That was sudden," Draco says, tilting his head a little and giving him his own luminous smile. "And I love you too, Harry Potter. So bloody much."

Harry bites his bottom lip and prepares himself for his increasing nervousness. "Draco, I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he tells him because he feels like he should get it done with as of now when there are only seven minutes left of class. "And your family, of course."

Draco blinked at him a couple of times, as if confused, or deep in thought with what Harry said. "Harry?" he says, sounding a little confused. "What are you getting at?"

"Hold that thought," Harry says quickly, and he leans over and kisses Draco's cheek quickly, then jogs over to Ashley and Freya who begun to pack their stuff up. He fumbled through his pocket for his wallet, grabbed it out and handed Freya a 25-pound note. "Thank you so much for the lesson! I now have a proposal to do. Enjoy the rest of your day!"

Freya looked at him in surprise, then looked past him at Harry's partner. "From what Ash and I have seen today, you're both very cute and good together," she says, her eyes diverting back to Harry. "We give our congratulations and good luck in the proposal you're bound to do."

"Thank you!" Harry says with a bright smile. He looks behind him at Draco who is checking his nails out and chuckles quietly. "Oh, I love him so much! I want to be his fiancé, then hopefully in a year his husband." Running his hand through his messy hair, he looks back at the two women. "Thank you, again."

"Oh, cool!" Ashley says, pulling her bag over her shoulder. "Well, we will let you go and get down on one knee for your partner." She giggles and puts her arm around Freya's back. "Good luck, again!"

"Thanks again," Harry says, before turning back around and walking towards Draco. As Draco looked into his eyes, Harry picked him up and spun him around, grinning happily as Draco laughed gleefully until he slid down and their lips connected in a slow loving kiss.

Harry leans away after a while, blushing. "May I?" he asks for Draco's hand, and the blonde smiles and places his hand gently over Harry's. The soft and warm hand he'll hold in his life forever.

"You may," Draco says finally, and Harry pulls him out of the room quickly into the hallway of open dance room doors, looks around for muggles and seeing none in sight, apparates out of the hallway. Draco realises that when he looks around their surroundings, they're in Madam Malkin's Robe shop now.

"Draco, my best friend, my incredible boyfriend," Harry says lightly, his hands intertwined with Draco's, and he walks with him towards the two stools. Draco was just staring at Harry curiously, his silver eyes twinkling. "We met right here, in this very shop, on these stools."

He catches Madam Malkin peeping in at them. He smiles at her and mouths a 'Thank you' to her for closing her shop for a few minutes for his reason. Madam Malkin nods and smiles proudly at him. The secret proposal was safe from the public.

"Harry?" Draco says, a little curiously, stepping up onto the stool he remembers getting his first Hogwarts robe fitting on and meeting the love of his life on. With a smile slowly coming onto his face, he felt like he knew where this was going.

"You were the first person I ever fell in love with, Draco, and the first person I ever thought was a bloody prat in the Wizarding World," Harry says, grinning with incoming happy tears welling up in his eyes. Draco snorts and beams, knowing that was true about himself. To an extent, of course.

"I couldn't get you off my mind after meeting you for the first time no matter how hard I tried, and I still can't," Harry continues. The windows in the front of the store suddenly were covered by its curtains, so nobody out of the store could see inside. "Until I figured that I really, really liked you. The crush developed immediately, and it remained the first year we went to Hogwarts together, though I didn't know it yet, and kept developing over time though you were so unkind to me and my friends." Draco frowned, the guilt of his past bullying regrets building up inside him.

"You were mostly mean to me, but I dealt with it because of my deep feelings for you." Harry looks to the floor, digging his shoe into the oak wooden floorboards, feeling guilty for making Draco obviously feel bad. "In the fourth year, you became my best friend, and you filled me with so much light, sunshine and happiness whenever I was by your side or when you smiled at me, even if I didn't show it." He smiles up at Draco who blushes and smiles back at him. "Even to this day, you make me really happy, and nobody has been able to do that in the first 14 years of my life. You're the best thing to happen to me ever."

"Harry, what are you implying?" Draco asks, a little sadly, yet also with a mixture of happiness. "And what about your two best friends Ron and Hermione?"

"Sure, those two became the first best friends I've ever had in my life and that made me quite happy, same goes for the day I met Sirius, but the happiness you gave me lit up my insides from within like a internal warm flame," Harry says, his voice soft and filled with love, the love he has and shares with his partner. He was glad Draco mentioned Ron and Hermione though. "You've helped me through so much, Draco. I can't thank you enough for that. You're not only my incredible boyfriend, but you're also like a therapist to me. I can easily talk to you now about how I'm feeling than I could a few years ago. So, thank you."

"You're welcome, my darling," Draco replies just as softly, and he squeezes Harry's hand gently, affectionately. "I'm so glad I've helped you make it this far. You'll be nineteen next year, and a few years ago I knew you didn't believe you'd make it this far in life. But you have. I'm so proud of you."

Harry then sighed deeply. "I've been thinking deeply about where I can do this, ask you this," Harry then says, his eyes twinkling. "My first thought was here, where we met, and then I thought about The Willow tree in Hogwarts where we had our first date, but I knew McGonagall wouldn't let me, let us into the School Grounds. Then I thought about the dorm rooms where we first made love, and pretty much anywhere in Hogwarts where we've been." He closes his eyes and smiles. He said pretty much what he needed to say here. So, he apparated them away.

As Harry opened his eyes, and Draco did too, he knew where they were. It was the park they had their London Date, and they were by the large Lake. Behind him, where Draco was facing, was the Willow Tree that led to a Secret Entrance into Hogsmeade that four years ago they travelled down with Ivy and Lavender. Ivy was behind Draco but he paid no attention to her. "And here we are now, Draco Lucius Malfoy, my other half."

Draco blushed at that and quickly looked around the park, but only what was facing him. He didn't look anywhere else around him though as he was too distracted by the man in front of him, holding his hands, and staring at him in such a familiar and mesmerising loving way.

"You're so incredible, Draco Malfoy," Harry continues where he left off, his green eyes and happy smile bright and assuring Draco that he has fulfilled his monthly requirement of keeping Harry happy. Draco had helped him become happier in life and actually enjoy living his life, even if he still has flashbacks from his triggering past. "When I look at you, nothing else in this world exists to me. It's just me and you, two souls who will forever love each other. I love you, Draco Lucius Malfoy. Our souls knew that our hands were meant to hold each other forever, our hearts were meant to beat for each other, and our love was the strongest thing in the entire world. I want to make you mine forever."

"So, Draco Lucius Malfoy," Harry gets down on one knee on the soft, freshly mowed grass, heart racing against his chest, reaching behind him to his back pocket, grabbing the ring box and holding it out in front of him for Draco to see. Draco's eyes widen at the small box in Harry's hand. "May I keep you forever and never let you go?" He opens the small dark green velvet box, showing his blonde lover the gorgeous ring he got him, and Draco gasped and brought his hand up to his mouth, his eyes glancing back and forth between the ring and Harry's face. "Will you make me the happiest man on Earth by marrying me?"

"Oh, Harry, it's so beautiful!" Draco admits warmly and tearing his eyes away from the distracting ring into Harry's gorgeous green eyes, he holds out his hand for him. "And yes, yes of course I'll marry you, Harry James Potter! I will! Merlin!"

Harry chuckles in relief as he grabs the ring out of the velvet box, blinking his happy tears away and slides the shiny ring onto Draco's index finger. It was a perfect fit. Then he's pulling Draco into a hug, their lips touching and slotting together perfectly as they have always been.

"I love you so much, Harry," Draco whispers with happiness, happy tears falling down his face, arms wrapped around Harry's back and shoulders. He noticed for a quick second an elderly couple looking their way with bright adoring smiles on their faces, he grinned. "And good lord, Harry, you surprise me every day."

"I love you too, Draco," Harry whispers back, kissing his warm cheek repeatedly and hugging him tighter. "Thanks for not declining my proposal again, by the way," he adds, and Draco's smile, the smile he cannot see but knows is there and his shining eyes are all he needs as a reply.

"Oh, and our day doesn't end here." Draco's blonde eyebrow started to rise with curiosity, and Harry leaned out of the hug but kept his arms around his fiancé. God... Fiancé. This will be a new experience to share with Draco. "We have lunch together in London where we had our first London lunch date together. I would have done it at Hogwarts under the Willow Tree but didn't want to disturb McGonagall or cause distraction amongst the students."

"Well, then what are we waiting for, my darling fiancé!" Draco says with blushing cheeks at the title he gets to call Harry now, and how special Harry is to him. "Let's go continue our fun!" Harry grins happily, and he'll make sure to give Draco sexual fun by the end of the day. But they can't leave for that date yet.

"Not yet, dear," Harry says softly, and Draco's expression washed over with curiosity yet again. He smiled at Ivy behind Draco who was quietly giggling and was recording them. "Look behind you."

Draco's blonde eyebrow rose again, and he turned himself around and froze. "Merlin's beard..."

"Hey, Draco," Ivy finally said, turning her phone off and pocketing it, then giving him a wave with one hand, her spare hand held a black parasol which kept the sun off her face. Her black dress was blowing in the slight wind as were the long bell sleeves, her black witch-looking shoes pointy and studded and on her head was a round black sunhat. "My newly engaged first cousin by marriage." Draco's mouth parted in surprise that she'd remember that. Then Ivy began to look around them. "Hey, I remember this place. This is where we snuck out from Hogsmeade, and then I apparated Lavender and I to Australia to go on a date. The two of you had your date out in London."

Harry smiles, and leans over and kisses Draco's cheek, whispering a slow, "You're welcome, darling." Draco blushed, cheeks colouring at what Harry did for him. But... how? Ivy was in Romania as far as he knew. Yet, here she was.

"You remember that?" Draco asked suddenly as he gained his thoughts and finally wrapped his head around the realisation that Ivy, whom he hadn't seen in months, was in front of his eyes. He gets to his feet and walks over slowly, "What else do you remember?"

"I'm starting to remember a few things," Ivy says, and she welcomes Draco into a one-armed hug like old times, squeezing him lightly as she's deep in thought about the memories she remembers. "Slowly though. The memory rehabilitation my father and Lavender's parents are putting us through is helping." She smiles. "My Great Aunt Valeria also helps us remember our past as it's one of her vampire powers."

"Oh?" Draco says, now remembering Ivy has family members who he does not know of in Romania. Looks like he and Harry have another entire family to invite to their future wedding, whenever that'll be. Then as he leans away from the hug with his cousin, he stands aside and looks down at the ring Harry put on his finger a few minutes ago and smiles. It was very bright, almost blinding him the way the sunlight reflected off the beautiful diamonds. He glances back at Harry who remained kneeling on the grass, lovingly staring at him. They lock eyes, green meeting silver.

Ivy then sighs deeply, frowning at the ground. "I even remember parts, dark parts of my past," she says sadly. "I remember from the time we last saw each other... I even remember my suicide attempts, some of my cutting sessions..." She sniffed. "Goodness. I pretty much now remember from the moment our memories were erased and back to my sixth year. I don't remember anything before then, and I don't think I want to."

Harry looked away from Draco's shiny eyes and at the goth girl, as did Draco. They remembered Ivy many years ago when they were in their fourth year, and Harry understood how she felt. They were both abused and tormented by family.

"How is your father, by the way?" Harry asks, and he gets up onto his feet from where he and Draco shared their love kissing right after Harry proposed, and he walks over to Draco. "Both of them?" He slid his hand into Draco's, intertwining their hands together and smiled up at pretty silver eyes staring right back at him.

"My father, Rabastan, he's still in St Mungo's getting his true memories back," Ivy tells them, sounding as if she was lost in her thoughts. "My father Alexandru is hoping that St Mungo's can heal him and his memories back. He wants his lover back, his true love, as he told me. There hasn't been another man in his life since. Alexandru is fine. He's really happy he has me back, and I am too."

Draco boops Harry's nose with his own, earning him a beautiful smile from Harry. If he were to lose Harry in the exact situation Alexandru had with Rabastan, he'd never date again. He would just raise Cassiopeia on his own and hope to see Harry again sometime, even if it must be in another lifetime. But he can't live without Harry. He doesn't want to live without him. Feeling so lucky to have Harry in his life, his fiancé, he raises Harry's chin up with his finger, heart hammering against his chest, and he leans in to kiss him, slowly and softly.

Harry's heart skips a beat, and he slowly smiles within the kiss, bringing his blonde fiancé closer to him. And after a moment, he leans away and raises his hand to cup Draco's cheek. "That date we have is still in order," he tells him happily. "And although it's supposed to be for just us two, we can invite Ivy with us. We have a lot to catch up on and so does she."

Draco nods at that incredible thought. He doesn't mind if Ivy crashes their engagement lunch date. "That sounds marvellous," he replies poshly. Then he looks at the goth lady. "How about it?"

"No, I'd rather not gatecrash your first Engagement date," Ivy says with uncertainty at joining these two for lunch when they are newly engaged. "I've got to meet Lavender at her family's farm. Alexandru and I are having lunch with them. He's made the family favourite Goulash and Apricot Cake."

"We understand," Draco says before Harry can, and Harry grins and squeezes his lover – his fiancé – in his arms. He still couldn't believe it. Draco's his fiancé now. He couldn't love him any more than he does now. He knows he's pretty much stuck to Draco's side until the end of their lives which he doesn't mind at all. He wants to be by Draco's side all his lifetime. It's why he asked the blonde to marry him.

"You two better be off then," Ivy says brightly at the two. "Harry, we'll shedule a time and day when you both can meet my father. Or fathers." She shrugged, hopeful. "I'd love to tell you both what's been going on currently." 

"Wait, so how long has it been since you've last spoken to each other?" Draco asks Ivy and Harry. If it had been months, he would have been a little hurt since Harry kept Ivy's location unknown to him and she was back in the United Kingdom. "I'd assume you both planned to be here."

"Only a few days," Harry answered him, softly, carefully. "It was when err... It's the day I brought you this ring." He brought Draco's hand up to his mouth, smiling down at the gorgeous sparkly engagement ring on his lover's finger and kissed his knuckles. Draco smiles at him warmly and a deep blush rises to his cheeks. "I brought Hermione and Ron with me that day for moral support, and when we went further into town to get something for morning tea, we met Ivy and Lavender. I'll explain it to you in further detail as we head to lunch now."

"Yes, that would be lovely," Draco says, and as Harry begins to walk around the lake with him, Ivy watching them leave for a moment before walking away. "Considering, you never told me that Ivy's back in the UK which I know now that having her here was part of the surprise for me, wasn't it?"

Harry nods his head. "Yes, my love, it was," he responds. "And I know you loved the surprise." Draco nods his head, giving the dark-haired man beside him an obvious look to say that he does love the surprise Harry gave him. "Now, we've got an Italian restaurant to go to!"

Draco grins. "Spaghetti Bolognese, here I come!" he says happily, and Harry beside him barks out his laughter as he recalls how much Draco loves his Spaghetti.

And in the evening as they returned to Malfoy Manor, Draco with a grin showed his mother the gorgeous silver ring Harry proposed to him with and Narcissa gasped at the pretty sparkly ring, pulled Harry into a hug, and kissed his forehead, grinning.

Cassiopeia was on her mat, looking up at the three with her wide emerald green eyes.

"So, when would you like to start planning the wedding?" Narcissa asked at once with excitement. "I have the binder already in the lounge room. You know how I cannot wait."

"Mother, no," Draco says firmly, shaking his head. "We're not planning any wedding until it's been at least..." He looks at Harry, but he just shrugs and smiles. "Half a year, I guess?"

"We'll come up with the date of our wedding whenever it comes to mind," Harry says. "As of now, we need to just relax. My fiancé and I need to get through the rest of the month, plus a few weeks, of living at 12 Grimmauld Place. Severus told me about a month ago that he'd like me to at least have a job by the end of the year, so that's something to think about as well."

Narcissa giggles at the new title Harry gave her son but then gains her composure as she sits down next to Cassiopeia on her mat. "Yes, you must relax, especially with Cassiopeia around," she says and pats the tiny hairs on Cassiopeia's tiny head. "Babies can scent stress from their parents, which then makes them feel stressed."

"Oh, really?" Harry says at that unknown fact Narcissa had told him. He looks over at Draco, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, Draco. Stop stressing with whatever you're stressing about."

Draco rolls his eyes, snorting and then he's laughing. "Shut up, Harry," he smiles. "I'm not stressed about anything. You're the one who is stressing!"

"Mhmm, yeah... sure," Harry replies slowly, crossing his arms and smiling brightly. "Stressing about what, exactly, my dear? Although, I admit that while you were pregnant, I was stressed pretty much every day, worrying about you during the night, hoping you haven't fallen onto your arse or belly yet."

Draco burst out laughing. "You were stressed? Darling, I was always worried I wouldn't make it to the bloody toilet every night when I needed to take a piss." Harry shakes his head, chuckles, and puts his arms around Draco, pulling him into a little kiss.

Narcissa rolled her eyes at the two, chuckling to herself that they pretty much sounded like an old married couple already. Well, a just-engaged couple. The boys are pretty much like herself and Lucius whenever they get in a small fuss.

"Draco, you're perfect," Harry leans away from the short kiss and assures him warmly. "Every woman and wizard out there would have been through the same as you while pregnant. Need I remind you that you're so bloody gorgeous?" Draco blushes, his heart pulsing with love and he smiles at Harry as he puts his arms around him, and this time pulls Harry closer until their lips touch.

*****

Harry was changing Cassiopeia one morning on her changing table by the bedroom window and out of her fluffy swan pyjamas and into a pretty little red and white dress – one of Pansy and Daphne's gifts. "I'm going to go out to see my Gryffindor idiots," he says as he gives Cassiopeia's little feet a tickle, smiling when she smiles and curls her tiny toes, before putting her little white lacy socks on. "Are you okay to stay home by yourself, Draco?"

"Yes, of course," Draco says from the armchair by the corner of their room, reading a red-binder book titled 'The End of Eddy', his engagement ring reflecting the wall candle's dancing orange-yellow flame, as if it trapped the eternal flame within the three large diamonds. "All I can do is put Cassiopeia on her play mat and let her be until she needs changing or feeding." He turns a page of the book.

"Perhaps if you get bored, you can go visit Pansy and Blaise while I'm out with my fellow idiots?" Harry suggests for his fiancé to do. Ah, fiancé. Such a new title for his lover and he loved it. It felt so incredible and exciting to use such a word on Draco.

Draco smirked at the name Harry gave Gryffindor's house, but it was true. A lot of Gryffindor's were idiots, to his opinion. "I suppose I can go see them," he replies slowly, breathing out through his nose while still deep in the novel he's reading. "But how long are you going to be out for, my darling?"

Harry shrugged, picked up Cassiopeia and put her down on her large play mat by his feet covered with butterflies, frogs, and bits and bobs that all made noises if squeezed or pushed. He kisses her forehead quickly which makes her smile, then he gets up and joins Draco on the armchair, stealing his book away from him with an innocent grin. "The last time was about forty-seven minutes," he said distractedly as he dragged his fingers up Draco's chin to his soft cheeks, and Draco felt pleasurable shivers run up his spine from Harry's touch. "Let's actually make up a time to come home. How about thirty-five minutes from when we leave here?"

"That sounds like an unsophisticated plan," said Draco with a short nod. He hasn't seen his best friends since the birth of Cassiopeia, so this would be the perfect time to catch up with them. Plus, he wanted to tell them and show them the ring Harry proposed to him with. He wants to see who gets the realisation first. "So, I guess I'll see you soon then, my darling."

"Indeed, you will," said Harry sweetly with a slight tilt of his head. He pulled him into a slow kiss that left Draco melting from the inside and out, his heart overflowing with love.

That was until Draco leaned away, smiling but knew Harry had a Gryffindor outing right now. "I'll let you go now, Harry," he said quietly as he pressed his forehead to Harry's. He looked at Harry's faded scar and brought his hand up to trace it with his finger.

Harry sighed and let his eyelids fall closed. Then he felt soft lips kissing his faded scar and he smiled. "I guess I should then," he said, but before he left, he kissed Draco again, but on the cheek, then turned to their daughter lying on her play mat. "I'll see you soon, my beautiful Cassiopeia," he said to her and blew her a kiss. Then he wandlessly Accioed his wand from the bedside table, gave Draco a grin and another kiss on the lips as he couldn't resist, and headed into the hallway for apparition.

Draco watched Harry leave, still, mind-blown about how Harry could do wandless magic. Such a powerful sexy man, and all his, and who he's engaged to! He's still beaming with happiness from the proposal Harry gave him. Then to distract his mind, he thought about who he should visit first. Pansy or Blaise. Are they at each other's manors or are they alone with their parents? He decided to visit Parkinson Manor first, taking Cassiopeia with him in her carry cot.

A large property, half manor, and half castle with miles of land on either side of the estate. It is quite a nice place, filled with castle gardens and a few ponds dispersed around the place.

Draco went up to the front door and knocked on it a few times. A couple of seconds later, a lady with shoulder-length dark hair with brown eyes opened the door, and Draco smiled politely at Pansy's mother. "Mrs Parkinson, hello!" He had Cassiopeia behind his back as he didn't know if Pansy's mother knew of his daughter yet or not.

"Hello, Draco," Mrs Parkinson said sweetly, opening the door a little wider to ask if he wanted to come in but Draco made no move. "What brings you to Parkinson Manor?"

"I'm just wondering if Pansy and Blaise are here?" Draco asked her kindly with his wide smile, pondering if he had come here at the right time or not.

"Sorry dear, but my daughters with Blaise at Zabini Manor," Mrs Parkinson said. "Why don't you come in for some tea if you want to wait?"

"Oh, no thank you, Mrs Parkinson," said Draco with an unnecessary wave of his hand. "I've only got several minutes until I must head back to my fian-partner and our apartment in London. It's a new arrangement of time for us when spending it with our friends."

"How lovely," said Mrs Parkinson sweetly with her hands clasped together. "I mustn't keep you waiting then," she added, smiling warmly. "You better be off back to Harry." And before Draco turned to leave after he nodded, she asked, "But when will I see you again, Draco?"

"Um..." Draco smiled at the obvious time he'd see her again next. Harry's been such a sweetheart and flattering soul with the number of times the Gryffindor has proposed to him, yet he has always refused the proposal. Until a few days ago when Harry proposed again, with a really beautiful ring, and he said yes. "Hopefully before me and Harry's wedding."

"Oh?" Mrs Parkinson sounded a little surprised, but then she let out her excitement once she saw the shiny crystal ring on the young man's finger. "I'm so happy for you, dear, for finding love and cherishing it the best way possible! I do hope to see you and Harry with wedding rings on your fingers and another baby or two in your arms in the future."

"Yeah...," said Draco slowly, keeping Cassiopeia from her view, knowing his daughter is still a little secret only his family, his friends, and Harry's family know of. However, he is uncertain how he'll find birthing potions for his and Harry's use in the future when they want to have another kid. His mother told them they were rare to find, and so had many other people. "Well, I'll see you then, perhaps. Oh, and can you keep this just between us? I'd like to tell your daughter and Blaise in my own time."

"Why, certainly," said Mrs Parkinson softly with a nod and a joyful smile. "Run along now! Your friends will be surprised to see you."

Draco gave her one last smile and then apparated away on the spot to Zabini Manor. Standing in front of the large Italian Manor, he raised Cassiopeia's carry cot up and smiled down at her. He gave the large luxurious front door a knock and then automatically was greeted with a hug from Pansy. "Well, good morning, Pansy." He could only hug her with one arm.

"Morning, Dray," Pansy said with a grin then let go of him and gestured him inside the Manor's front doors. "We weren't really expecting you, but then again, we were. Neville's gone to the Gryffindor gang meeting which left Blaise alone, so I just had to come by." Then she beams and leans over to look at the sleeping baby, but her eyes catch onto a beautiful ring with dozens of diamonds on it on her best friend's finger for a short second. For how could she not notice such a beautiful ring? "And oh, you brought my goddaughter with you!" she gives her a little wave, but she was going to mention the ring she saw sooner. "Oh, hello there!"

"I understand," said Draco, smiling down at his daughter too, then was greeted by Blaise's friendly face in the large lounge room. "Hi! I'm here because Harry ditched me and Cassiopeia to go to his Gryffindorks get-together."

"Hey now," Blaise said in a cool tone, not liking the insult towards Neville and Gryffindor house. He didn't even say anything about how Harry 'ditched' Draco because he knew he didn't. "That's my boyfriend you're insulting by calling him a Gryffindork. How undeniably rude!"

"Right," Draco said through his teeth. "Sorry. Anyway, do you have anything amusing to do around here?" he then asked when scanning the large room. He knows there's lots to do around here, but all he wants to do is relax on the couch and either play a card game or doodle until he must feed Cassiopeia. Though, he'd rather feed her at home while everything Cassiopeia has is there.

Blaise rolled his eyes and summoned a packet of exploding snap cards and his wizard chess board. "Don't forget if you're bored, I have a pool out the back, a mini golf course and a few mazes you can get yourself lost in."

"I know," said Draco with a deep sigh, although the mazes aren't really acceptable to go into when with Cassiopeia, or the pool or golf course. He summoned some parchment and Blaise's ink pot, placed them on the coffee table and sat down on the floor, putting Cassiopeia aside to begin his doodling. "A game of exploding snap then?"

"Pansy and I just played that and got bored after a few rounds," said Blaise with a shrug, and beside him, Pansy nodded. "How about Wizards Chess?" But then he noticed the shiny diamond ring on his best friend's finger. It wasn't hard to notice. He didn't mention it though.

"I don't mind," said Pansy, shrugging herself as she sat down on the lounge chair. "How about you, Draco?" she asked and raised her eyebrows at him, finding it weird and undeniably not-Draco to find Draco doodling on some parchment. "Draco? What are you doing?"

"Showing you what Harry asked me," Draco mutters as he keeps doodling his first name with Harry's last name, or Harry's first name with the last name of Malfoy. Which one seemed to fit more? He really couldn't tell, but he hoped Pansy and Blaise got what he was symbolising on this parchment. He even drew a couple of rings to help them out.

Blaise came over and studied what his best friend was doodling. Rings and last names mixed. It wasn't that hard to look beyond the doodles. He gave Draco a pat on the back and a knowing smile, "Wow! So that explains the rather expensive diamond ring on your finger."

"Yeah, well, Harry made my dream a reality a few days ago," Draco admits in a low voice. Oh, a guy can dream about his own marriage with the love of his life. 

"Wait, wait, wait," said Pansy quickly, her eyes darting from the doodles, to Draco, his shiny ring, then back at the doodles. "Is this what I think it is, Draco?!" she made her voice sound surprised and shocked at what this could mean, that she was seeing. She expected this to happen at least some time.

"Yes, Pansy Parkinson," said Draco with a wide grin. He stood up from the seat and raised a pretend glass of wine into the air, "I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, am engaged to Harry James Potter and will marry him someday, just not any time soon. He proposed, of course."

Pansy enveloped Draco in another hug, but tighter and more bone-crushing. Her best friend wants to get married! Is going to get married! "I'm so happy for you, Draco!" she says excitingly.

Draco sighed happily and then joined Blaise at the other end of the coffee table for a round of wizard's chess. "This conversation is only for our ears only, got that?" he asks of them sternly. Though he has nobody else to tell, besides his father, and he shall do that soon.

"Yes, okay," said Pansy with a quick nod. She'd like to tell Daphne this though, but she won't. Blaise just nodded and pretended to ignore him, except for when the round of wizard's chess began.

*****

Harry and Draco were lying on their tummies on Cassiopeia's play mat with their daughter in between them in Regulus's room. On Draco's request, Harry was reading Sirius's diary from the start. From the smile on the blonde's face, Harry could tell Draco was really enjoying the diary.

March 18th

It's been quite a year. McGonagall has given out so many detention slips that I can't count them all anymore. I believe there's a whole pile under my bed somewhere. But I don't care. Especially not since Remus is currently up at 10 with me, lying on our own beds, he was reading a book as always. Here I am smiling at the darn cutie with a cigarette in my hand while he continues to read, hazel-honey eyes glued to the pages of whatever book he was reading. I wish Remus was reading me with those eyes.

I see Peter under the covers of his bed, sleeping. Peter had fallen asleep earlier around 7. I don't know if James is asleep as I could see him lying on his bed, half covered in sheets, with The Daily Prophet over his face. It's such a snort-worthy sight.

We had Potions class today and had been brewing Amortentia. It wasn't until the Professor began to ask around for what everyone smellt, when getting to Remus, he said that he smelt wet dog, leather, cigarette smoke, ash from a burning fire, earthly scents, and Potions Ingredients. I remember looking up right away at Remus's blushing face, smirking and growling in his ear. It, to my utter amusement, had made Remus's face redder by the second. I had bloody giggled. Bloody Snivellius was looking in our direction. What's his problem?

Oh, Merlin. I looked up just for a second and Remus is now looking at me, and we locked eyes! His eyes are so hazel, and honey-coloured, and so mesmerising! It felt like hours having Remus continue to stare and smile until he looks away and back down at his book.

Remus asks me what I'm writing. I wouldn't say I was writing about him, of course. So, I just told him I'm making a list of things I want to accomplish in ten years' time. He then asked me what was included on my list and if he could help. Bloody hell... So, I had to state a few things. Climb Venom up the Eiffel Tower. Remus had laughed at that which put a smile on my lips. Then I continued to make a list of things I would not do in ten years' time but probably would do if James talked me into it.

Remus just stares at me for a few seconds, before asking. "What did you just say?"

I felt my cheeks colour at what I remembered I had listed minutes ago. "What? Dogs. I just said dogs, that's all I said. Four of them."

"You said when we're married, you want four dogs," Remus says. Then he grins at me. "Sure, Pads. We'll have four of them."

Merlin's fucking Balls... Oops! I cannot believe that fucking just happened.

Then James groaned, and his head popped out from under the Daily Prophet article. "Are the two of you going to kiss now or something? If not, go back to sleep."

"In fact, yes we are," Remus says, and I feel colour tint my cheeks again as Remus puts his book down and walks over to me. I grinned happily as Remus cupped my face, sat beside me, and kissed me.

"Now, that was lovely," Draco says softly. They had read past where Harry had read up to, and it was now past lunchtime. Exhausted from all the reading, Harry lowers his head onto the mat right next to Cassiopeia's head and yawns.

Cassiopeia was already asleep, and the sight of this made Draco smile brightly. "Naww, like father like daughter," he coos and places a kiss on both Harry's forehead and Cassiopeia's.

Harry quietly chuckles, and he pushes himself up, crawls over Cassiopeia's tiny body and lowers himself down over Draco's back. Draco smirks, feeling Harry's crotch presses between his arse cheeks, although blocked by the layer of clothing covering it.

"Harry, darling, not now when we've got a small child beside us," Draco whispers, and he looks beside him at their daughter and shakes his head. She's asleep, but she shouldn't be near him and Harry when they're horny, or slowly becoming horny from each other. He raises his hand to her head and gently pets her soft blonde hair, smiling with adoration at the small version of him and Harry but female.

Harry licks right under Draco's earlobe, and Draco gasps, and using his other hand, he reaches behind him and feels for Harry's arse. Harry chuckles, grinding himself slowly against Draco, and he growls in Draco's ear.

"For f-Merlin's sake, Harry," Draco hisses, cursing to himself that he nearly swore in front of Cassiopeia, although she was asleep. Harry was just being so sexy but inappropriate when in the same room as their daughter and right next to her. If she were sleeping in her cot with a blanket over her, and he and Harry were doing their own thing on their bed a few meters away from Cassiopeia's cot, then that would be alright with him.

Harry sighs and rolls off Draco, on the other side of him, his cock hard and wanting Draco's attention. "Mmm," he hums against Draco's ear and licks at his earlobe. "Why don't you meet me up in our bedroom once you feed Cassiopeia and put her to bed?"

Draco snorts and leans away from his rather horny fiance. "No," he says simply and looks at him, smiling. "Unless I'll catch you up in the bedroom with my black dildo all lubed up for me." He winked, and Harry smirked. "Does that sound fun?"

"Yes, it definitely does," Harry says, and he stands up, looking down at Draco. "I'll see you up in the bedroom then." Draco sat up, and as he sniffed the air, he could smell Harry's erection. It made him hungry. He wanted it all in his mouth and up his arse. He pressed a kiss onto the bulge he could see wanting to be free from Harry's tracksuit pants.

Harry's smirk, if it was even possible, just widened, and then he bent down, cupped Draco's face and kissed him loudly with a mwah! Grinning, Harry leaned away and left his daughter and fiance in the room.

Draco rolls his eyes at Harry's leaving figure, muttering how bloody sexy he is and how easily Harry can turn him on, as he grabs the sleeping Cassiopeia, her milk bottle beside her and takes her to her cot, lies her down and feeds her the warm bottle of milk.

Then as she finishes the bottle, Draco puts her teddies beside her, makes sure she's all warm and tucked in bed, and then goes to Sirius's bedroom to see Harry slicking up his black dildo. He grins, loving what he sees and jumps on the bed, eager to get a lunchtime fuck.

After lunch, they paid Bill a visit at Shell Cottage as during their lunch of salad, Bill had fire-called them and asked if they wanted to come over for a catch-up. They wanted to go and say hi to Dobby anyway. "You know about our living status in the muggle world?" Harry asked Bill in the kitchen of Shell cottage, carrying Cassiopeia's carrycot. He didn't remember telling anybody else besides his closest friends and family about how he and Draco were going to live for two months.

"Oh, yes," said Bill with a nod as he poured them both mugs of, by the sweet smell of it, Chamomile tea. "Severus and Remus came by only yesterday," he said and watched the two sit down at the island stools. "They told me and Fleur about it all." He gave them their tea, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "So, how is or was living the muggle way?"

"Pretty good actually," Draco admitted, nodding because really, it was true. While he began to drink his tea, he was pondering about how living the muggle way has become quite fun like when learning about all these odd gadgets like a toaster and a lamp. The lamp is his favourite muggle item. He just likes turning it on and off and can do that all night.

"It's a little challenging with having to buy our own food every week, but we're both getting there together," said Harry, putting Cassiopeia's carry cot down in the kitchen and then linking his free hand with Draco's and smiling. "Besides, we only have six more weeks left until we can go back home. Our actual homes, unless we continue to stay at 12 Grimmauld Place."

"And then you both have to find yourself jobs," Bill reminded them with a bit of sympathy, missing his childhood where he didn't have anything to worry about. "Stay kids for as long as you can, boys. Go on dates, go to the beach, have fun. Do everything you possibly can because time flies quite fast as you grow up."

Harry drank his tea and had to agree with that fact. Time does fly fast, especially when having fun or with the love of your life. "We will try to have the best time of our lives this month and the next," he declares. "But so far, I've taken my Draco shopping in the muggle supermarkets, we've been to the park, and I literally had to explain to him what the equipment was for."

Draco rolled his eyes at him and sipped his tea. What exactly could he say back? He was brought up in the wizarding world where playgrounds never existed. Nor did supermarkets. Vegetables and fruits were grown in the Manor's greenhouses and orchard and the other food just appeared at the table during breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

"He even learnt what a toaster and lamp was," said Harry, smirking when thinking about how Draco was introduced to them. "His favourite muggle item, I think would be the lamp. He kept turning it on and off nearly all night."

Bill laughed but it wasn't at Draco, it was what Harry was telling him. He could remember his first time seeing a lamp, it was one of the many muggle things his father, Arthur, had brought home one day. "Well, I shouldn't keep you two from your families." He smiles down at Cassiopeia sleeping in her carry cot which was on the bench, covered in green blankets.

"Nonsense," said Harry, drowning the last of his tea. "You are family, Bill. Not blood related but you know...family."

Bill smiled at him and patted them both on the shoulder. "I really shouldn't keep you two, though. I'm sure both of your parents are expecting you sometime."

"That is correct," said Draco, circling his mug of tea on the table which made a little whirlpool in the mug. "I haven't received any of my mother's letters if she sent any, so I want to make sure she's doing well since I last saw her."

"She would have been sending you letters, Draco," said Harry. "You just haven't checked the letterbox."

"The letterbox?" Draco repeated, furrowing his eyebrows as he'd never heard of that muggle item before.

"Yes, the letter-, oh," said Harry, forgetting this one particular thing. Then he smiled, "Of course, how daft of me to forget! Letterboxes are like owls, just minus the owls. Muggles have people who deliver your packages and letters to you. In our apartment, on the door, there is a slot which the mail goes into."

Draco was still a little confused, but it made some sense. "Oh, but when I see things on the floor next to the door, I always put them back in that small flap thing."

"Oh my god," said Harry in disbelief, rubbing his face with his hands while shaking his head slowly and then he chuckles because he realises why they haven't been getting any mail. "You're so cute. You do realise you're supposed to keep the letters that are dropped on the floor. Not put them back in the flap." He sighed and dropped his hands from his face, looking at the blonde, "You silly boofhead."

"If there were letters addressed to us, I would have kept them though," said Draco, smirking at the name Harry called him. When hearing all that made Harry sigh in relief. "I'm not daft."

"I never said you were daft, Draco," Harry tells him softly, shaking his head with a 'I'm serious' look. "You're quite smart. Smarter than me, I believe."

Bill crept out of the kitchen with his tea, leaving the two boys to talk about things related to letterboxes, and to leave them to their quarrelling.

"Of course, I'm smart," said Draco boldly. "But you're smart too, darling." Harry smiles. "Anyway..." He sighed, pushed his empty mug of tea forward on the counter, grabbed Cassiopeia's carrycot and got off his seat. "Let's go. We should visit our parents."

They stepped into the Floo one after the other and appeared in the Snape household. The room smelt of Earl Grey Tea. "Sev!" beamed Harry and went over to him for a quick hug. "Gosh..." He actually felt his father's stomach from over his clothes. "You've been putting too much sugar in your black coffee."

"Thanks, Harry," Severus said with a roll of his eyes, knowing that was true. But it's only a tablespoon! He needs it because of the kids he deals with every day.

Remus laughed joyfully at the insult, even if he shouldn't but he just couldn't help it. If only the two knew! Draco just didn't know what to say about Harry's insult towards his godfather, "Harry, that's rude! My apologies about him, Sev."

Harry felt a little terrible now. He didn't mean to sound rude. "Sorry, Sev," he said with regret, frowning. "Didn't realise how bad that sounded."

"Oh, it's alright," said Severus, glancing over at Remus who was still snickering at Harry. "You're forgiven." At least his godson, Draco, showed some courtesy for his stomach. He blames it on the children. He needs a kilo of coffee to keep him going during the day. Bloody kids! A bright glimmer makes him look over at his Godson Draco, and on the young man's finger was a shiny silver ring that looked very expensive. He smiled; Harry did it.

*****

Harry woke up one day and thought: France. He wanted to go to France with Draco and Cassiopeia for a day. And so, in the morning, he got up quietly and made his way downstairs to the kitchen to start making breakfast. Kreacher told him how to turn on the stove. Finally! Yummy cooked breakfasts! French toast he decided to make. It was actually a hint for his fiancé to surmise. If he could guess, 20 minutes or so went by until Draco walked in with Cassiopeia sleeping in his arms and a gorgeous sleepy smile on his face as always.

"Good morning, my dears," Harry says brightly and walks over to give his fiancé and daughter kisses on their cheeks before getting back to cooking breakfast. Draco grinned at him, then pouted as he wanted a morning kiss from Harry but his fiancé was busy making them breakfast. Oh well.

"Good morning to you as well, my darling," Draco says with a mixture of happiness and tiredness, and he sniffs the air with delight. It's been a while since he had French toast. "So, what's on today's agenda besides a delicious breakfast?"

"Well, I want to take you somewhere," Harry says simply, smiling as he flips one of the slices of egg-soaked toast over in the frypan. "It's in the name of our breakfast."

Draco thinks about that for a few seconds, then he smiles and leans against the kitchen counter beside Harry. "Of course, France," he replies. Harry nods. He let Cassiopeia sleep on his chest for some time, though knew she would wake up soon wanting to be fed. "So, we're heading to France today, and what do you have planned?"

"Well, I was thinking of spending some time at your France Chateau at first," Harry suggested, mispronouncing 'chateau' to sound like 'shat-ew' which made Draco snort and correct him, ("It's pronounced Sha-toe, Harry. You're so cute with your pronunciations.") Harry grins at him as he finishes off breakfast, "We haven't been there alone together without your parents so that's something to have in mind." Draco winks at him, and Harry blushes and snorts. "Then, we can head into the city and just walk around, visit one of their parks, and get lunch maybe."

"That sounds so lovely, my darling," Draco says warmly, and he puts a hand over his hungry stomach which rumbles. "I'm excited... and hungry." Harry laughs and hands Draco a plate with two pieces of French toast on it that are ready. Draco grins, licks and lips, puts Cassiopeia on her eating stool beside him and begins to cut tiny squares of his French Toast and eats them.

Harry smiles at him and dishes a plate of his own with two pieces of French Toast, then turns off the oven and leans his arms over the bench top while he begins to eat his breakfast with utensils like Draco was. He enjoys watching Draco eating his breakfast with a knife and fork. It's adorable, and he gets to see it for his entire lifetime.

"So, tell me, Harry, when will we start planning our wedding?" Draco then asks suddenly. It surprised Harry, and he looked up at the blonde. Draco smiles brightly. "My mother keeps bugging me about it. She's already thought of ideas of where to have our wedding, when, and what theme it should be. Whenever she mentions anything, I quickly change the subject. I want to decide on everything for our future wedding together, Harry."

Harry let out a little giggle at the mention of arranging their marriage and how bloody exciting it'll be. "My dear, we can start planification our mariage whenever you want," he responds, trying his best to let Draco know he's learnt some new words. But Draco snorted, again, at Harry's mispronunciation. "But we must take into consideration jobs which Dad has told us we should get or should have in the next year."

Draco groaned and leaned his head back, remembering Severus saying that to him and Harry some time ago. "I don't want a job," he mutters. "I just want to live at Malfoy Manor with you and Cassiopeia, raise her and have more kids with you and just live the rest of our happy ever afters together until death do us part."

Harry couldn't stop smiling. "That honestly sounds so incredible," he says softly and reaches over the table to hold Draco's hand in his. "But I do want a job. I'm not saying I don't want to stay at the Manor every day and spend the full 24/7 with you, I just want a job so I'm occupied during the day."

"I understand," Draco says with a nod and a small smile. "I want that for you if it'll make you happy."

"You make me happy, Draco," Harry corrects him because it's true, and although he might find a job that he enjoys doing, his home is where Draco is. "Not a bloody job. I just need a job to keep me from thinking...you know... intrusive thoughts if those thoughts do occur and I'd like to make my own income instead of living off my galleons."

Draco frowned at the mention of Harry having intrusive thoughts. It hurt to think back to the memories of Harry's suicide attempts and mentions of his suicidal thoughts. But it made Harry stronger, mentally stronger. It made him stronger too. "How are you doing, by the way? I know I asked you this last night before bed, but I love asking my beautiful fiancé how he's doing." Harry blushes and bites his lip.

"Truthfully, I'm doing quite well," Harry says rather slowly as he glances at Cassiopeia and smiles slowly at all the memories he and Draco have made with her, and the many more to come. "I'm happy. I'm happy to be with you, to be engaged to you and to have our beautiful Cassiopeia in our lives. I only need you and our family in my life. It all is everything I've ever wanted." He squeezes Draco's hand in his and looks down at the table. "You don't understand how happy you've made me these past years." He blinked back oncoming tears which he didn't realise were coming. "Thank you, Draco."

Draco places his arm around Harry's waist and lovingly glances at him. "Harry, you are so welcome," he replies softly with a happy smile. "You too have made me so happy the years I have known you. I love you, Harry Potter."

Harry smiles back, the happiness clear in his features which brightens up his green eyes. "I love you too, Draco Malfoy," he says quietly before leaning the rest of the way in and kissing his fiancé slowly. But then Cassiopeia began to cry, and the two young fathers sighed slowly together and leaned out of their loving slow kiss.

Draco gently bumps her up and down on his chest, and Harry grabs her bottle from the tabletop and passes it to Draco so he can start feeding her. Harry faces the two people he loves most in his life, and he puts his arms around Draco's waist and presses kisses to Draco's cheek continuously. "So, what have we decided on in terms of last names?"

"I don't know about you, but I would just love to annoy my father just by becoming a Potter and cutting off the Malfoy name forever," Draco says, smiling mischievously at the amusing thought and blushing at all the loving kisses Harry's giving him. Harry laughs out loud.

"I wouldn't mind whatever we choose," Harry says lightly, grinning now. "It gives me tingles thinking about becoming a Malfoy and continuing your family's line, as does continuing the Potter name, and having you with my last name. Draco Potter sounds wonderful, you know."

Draco's blush darkens, agreeing with him. They finish eating their breakfast, and while still feeding Cassiopeia, they Floo'd to the Malfoy Chateau. Harry looked around the large lightened lounge room, thinking of the few memories he has shared with Draco and his family here. He remembers the time when he and Draco were just seated on the white comfy couch by the large windows together, hands in hands, heads touching, and looking out through the windows at the neat gardens where all these beautiful small birds were happily flapping around, and the bees were buzzing from flower to flower. It was quite peaceful.

And now they sat back on the couch, side by side with their daughter in Draco's arms and were cooing with awe at how beautiful she was while she extended her tiny arm up to grab at something invisible in the air. But when Draco leaned down, Cassiopeia grabbed at his nose and Harry chuckled with adoration.

As lunch came around they didn't go out for lunch. They stayed at the Chateau, sat outside on a green rug on the grass in the sunshine and had a little family picnic. It's all they did for the rest of the day, spend it outside in the sun as a family to get some vitamin D. Although, Draco quite enjoyed the rather long make-out he and Harry had while lying on the green rug, baby Cassiopeia sleeping in her luxurious white stroller beside them. They kept it slow, loving, and nothing sexual at all.

*****

The best part about living alone with Draco is the dates they get to go on at least a couple of times a week when they're not taking care of Cassiopeia 24/7. They were in Paris still, last night they went out for dinner at a lovely restaurant looking over the Seine River.

"Hey, Draco?" Harry froze once he walked into the lounge room with the early morning sun shining down on him; he was holding Cassiopeia to his chest after feeding her. Draco was in the kitchen cooking. He trusts Draco with brewing potions, of course. Why wouldn't he? But cooking? Draco's never cooked a meal before. Well, at least the place hasn't burnt down or somehow shrunk. Kreacher was beside him, helping with the old stove. 

"Morning, Harry," Draco said, smiling when he saw his fiance up and ready for breakfast. The breakfast he made. "I made breakfast. Well, I tried to."

Now Harry felt a little scared. "Oh, what did you make?" he asked and tried his best to not sound a little wary. This was Draco's first cooking session, and he remembers even his own first meal he ever made so many years ago didn't turn out right.

"Pancakes. They're simple and quite easy to make, according to the cookbook my Mother gave you," said Draco, biting his lip as he looked over the recipe again and hoped that his pancakes turned out right. He was cooking them in the frypan right now, the first official pancake looked almost like a demented duck but that was fine. "It's like brewing potions, really," he added hastily when flipping the pancake over.

"Yup!" said Harry, popping the p. He went over into the kitchen to assess how well Draco's doing. Surprisingly, he really shouldn't have doubted Draco's brewing skills as Draco actually looked as if he'd done a marvellous job. The pancakes he's flipped over have that nice golden look, and they're not too... burnt, which some of them nearly are but charcoal's actually good for the stomach.

Harry gave Draco a kiss on the cheek, just as a 'thank you' for trying to make him breakfast and stood to the side of the counter to watch his fiance in progress. He admits that Draco did well for a starter but could make some improvements. "You did well, Honey," he said warmly, and Draco smiled down at the pancake batter in the white bowl.

"But it's a little burnt, dear," Draco protested with a little frown on his lips. He never meant for it to happen. It just did! But then he smiled when soft lips kissed his cheek again.

"Draco, it's okay if it's a little burnt," said Harry inviolately, rubbing the Slytherin's upper arm up and down with reassurance that everything was fine. "Everyone makes mistakes, and we can learn from our mistakes."

Draco sighed and with help from Kreacher, turned the oven off once he finished cooking all the pancakes that he could from the pancake batter. He placed the plate of piling pancakes on the island bench with a bottle of maple syrup, lemon juice, sugar, and jam. "Let's eat before it gets cold, my darling Harry."

Harry placed Cassiopeia in her tall feeding stool by the bench, then bent down and opened the cupboards to grab two extra plates then rose to his feet. He piled two pancakes on his plate, covering one with maple syrup and the other with butter and strawberry jam. "Mmmm," he hummed in delight. "This looks scrumptious."

"I do hope so," said Draco who dished his plate up with some pancakes. It distracted him a little instead of worrying how bad his cooking could be. "What's on today's gender?"

Harry shrugged. "See more of Paris," he said while cutting into his pancake with a knife and fork. People would call him weird for eating pancakes with utensils, but he was only doing it now because Draco does it and is a trait that he picked up from him. Plus, it's less messy than eating it by hand and getting syrup on his clothes.

"We'll go out and see Paris once you finish your breakfast, Mr Harry Potter," Draco said flatly with a smirk, admiring the little smile Harry gave him. "And once we drop off Cassiopeia at Malfoy Manor." But what he started thinking about was his last name and whether it would change in the future or not. Malfoy or Potter? Potter or Malfoy?

He was brought out of his future thoughts by a kiss on the neck by Harry. He smiled and began cleaning the kitchen up as they both were finished with breakfast. The pancakes were a little crunchy but that really was okay. Harry seemed to enjoy it, so that made it better and boosted his spirits. "Whenever you're ready," He says when putting the dishes on the rack next to the sink.

"I am, my love," Harry said warmly and just as Draco turned to him, he put his arms around him loosely and gave him a slow kiss. Draco leans away, grabbed Cassiopeia out of her eating stool, leaning her on his chest. Together, they finished cleaning up but first dropped Cassiopeia off at Malfoy Manor where Narcissa took her from the two boys, then they flooed back to the Paris Manor and headed out into the city after locking everything up.

"I forgot to congratulate you," said Harry, and when Draco opened his mouth, Harry cut him off by saying, "For surviving a month and two weeks in the muggle world without magic, apart from apparating and cleaning spells, of course."

Draco felt proud of himself for this little achievement. He's also learnt to fend for himself, with a little help from Harry and that includes doing the shopping for food, making food, finding stuff to do when bored and going out to visit muggle entertainment places such as the one they were visiting; Jardin d'Acclimatation. An amusement Park and Gardens.

They apparate back to Malfoy Manor later in the evening, just deciding to visit for dinner and to get Cassiopeia back from Narcissa. Draco pressed the tip of his wand to the lock on the gates and they opened inwards. Just as they were walking through the gates into the grounds of Malfoy Manor, Severus and Remus had apparated in behind them, talking in whispers to each other. It looked pretty serious, Harry had thought. He decided to ask them later about whatever it was they were whispering about. 

"I am never going to get used to this enormous manor," said Harry with awe as he stared up at the beautiful ancestral Manor. He wondered what the Potter Mansion was like if there even was a Manor that his father James Potter, his grandparents, and the Potters before them lived in. They headed inside into the entrance hall of the Manor and made their way to the dining room for dinner.

"It'll become ours someday, Harry," Draco said softly, smiling warmly at Harry in the dark victorian mirror they just passed and thought to himself how beautiful they looked together. "Once we're officially married." What he knew was more beautiful was that he wanted a family portrait of him and Harry, Cassiopeia, his Mother and Father.

Harry grinned, imagining the scene perfectly. He is standing in front of Draco at the altar, Cassiopeia is dressed in a beautiful dress and sitting in between Severus and Remus, and Narcissa and Lucius are sitting and watching. "Draco, dear, you know I would rather just have you and Cassiopeia than all the riches in the world," he tells him. Draco chuckled at him, loving Harry with all his heart. "And your parents, of course."

Draco then smiled down at his hand with the engagement ring and gave his fingers a little wriggle, then he got distracted by Harry and how the light from the candles made his green eyes shimmer and nearly went headfirst into the wall instead of going through the archway door into the dining room. He was lucky enough to have Harry there to pull him back into reality so he wouldn't crash into any walls or door frames. He sees Cassiopeia with his Mother at the dining table; Narcissa has Cassiopeia standing on the table, and she holds her weight by her little arms.

They sat at the dining table, and they waited for Severus and Remus to come in. They reached out their hands to each other from under the table and linked them together. Just as the adults walked into the dining room, the whole table was filled with food in large bowls.

"Why don't you boys tell us about your holiday since the last time we saw each other?" Narcissa asked them as everyone began to dig into the food.

After dinner with Severus, Remus and Narcissa, Draco and Harry, with their daughter Cassiopeia, went up to Draco's room just for some alone time. Harry placed Cassiopeia's carry cot on the soft lilac purple rug, then grabbed her out of the cot and placed her in her wooden bed cot.

Draco sat on the end of his bed and patted the space next to him for Harry to sit down, which after Harry put their daughter to bed, he did. Draco interwove their hands together, smiled and took a deep breath. "Harry, honnêtement, j'ai hâte de t'épouser. Vous faites déjà partie de la famille de toute façon."

Harry just loves when Draco speaks French, but it sucks because he can't understand it. He wished he had gone into French class back in primary school so he could have understood Draco. He just loves how elegant and strong Draco's British/French accent is. It's quite adorable, how he can go from the strong British accent to the French accent. "Draco, you know my French is a little rusty," Harry reminded him with a wide smile. "So... what did you say?"

"I told you that... I cannot wait until we're married," he responded quickly while grinning. Harry smiled at him while slowly leaning closer, really wanting a kiss now and possibly something more. "Although, I didn't mention that I love you, which I should have." He trailed his fingers up Harry's arm, which sent shivers all over Harry. His fingers kept moving up to Harry's shoulders, then to his chin, and then they stopped and cupped Harry's cheek. He stared into Harry's green eyes, tilted his head to the side only slightly and whispered, "Now kiss me, Harry."

"You don't have to tell me twice," Harry responded and immediately leaned forward and kissed Draco with so much passion and love. Draco took over the kiss and demanded entrance to Harry's mouth, but Harry fought back and tried getting inside Draco's mouth. It was a win-lose. Draco won entrance and pushed Harry down onto the bed so he could sprawl on top of him. As Harry parted his lips a little, Draco slid his tongue into Harry's mouth and twined their tongues together while lapping up as much of Harry as he could before running out of breath.

Draco leaned up and stared down into the green eyes of the beauty called Harry James Potter and smiled. "Merlin, I love you." He leaned down for another kiss, but this time it was just soft and slow.

Harry pushed Draco up with a grin, cupped the blonde snake's warm cheeks and squeezed them. He chuckled and started making Draco make faces just by squeezing his cheeks.

"Are you having fun there, playing with my face like this, Harry?" Draco asks him but he finds it kind of hard to talk with Harry squeezing his cheeks tightly. He just dealt with it because he just adores that smile Harry is giving him.

Then Harry sat up, and the same did Draco. He removed his hands from Draco's warm cheeks and got off the bed, which he then held out his hand for Draco. "May I have a dance?"

Draco smiled and placed his hand over Harry's. He was pulled up and away from the bed by Harry until they were in the middle of their bedroom. "But Harry, there isn't any music."

Harry placed his hand on Draco's shoulder and his other hand was holding Draco's. Soon enough, he could feel Draco's free hand on his waist. "I don't care if there's any music or not," he said subtly and gave Draco's hand a little squeeze to say he wanted to start dancing. "I just want to dance with you."

As Harry requested, Draco started to give him a dance. It was a slow dance, but neither bloke minded. All they wanted was a dance and that's what they got. They danced around the room, not bumping into anything even if Harry's the clumsiest out of them both and Draco loves how clumsy Harry can be. After a couple of minutes of dancing, they began to slow down into a slow dance where Harry's arms were around Draco's neck and Draco's arms were around Harry's back.

While those two were distracted by each other and their dancing, Narcissa peeked her head into the bedroom and smiled sweetly. She loves when she peeks into a room with her son and Harry at the right time, and not when they're doing...stuff. That, unfortunately, has happened to her before, but she was lucky they both were facing away from her.

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Fact: While filming the kissing scene between the Horcrux versions of Harry and Hermione in Deathly Hallows – Part 2, Ron had to be removed from set for laughing hysterically.