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~Six Months Later~
In a little cottage in the village of Hogsmeade reside two former aurors. Harry Potter with much public scandal announced not only his relationship with acquitted death eater, former rival and current auror partner Draco Malfoy, but also his retirement from the aurors. After five successful years Harry had decided a change of pace would be healthy and jumped at the chance to teach Quidditch at his alma mater Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry, replacing the happily retiring Madame Hooch. Another new hire for Hogwarts was soon announced. Draco Malfoy will take over potions from Horace Slughorn; who is happily going back into retirement.
Headmistress McGonagall was also pleased to make the exception of off school grounds residency when she learned of their purchase in Hogsmeade.
Draco and Harry purchased a three bedroom cottage on several acres: room to expand should they ever choose to do so. Renovation of their little house was drawing to an end and Draco was currently occupied with making sure the house was tidy enough for guests. Beth and Anne were coming over for their first visit to the other couples new home. Draco couldn't help but smile at the thought of this, this cottage he and Harry put so much time into, being his home. For the first time in many years he felt absolutely at peace. This is where he belonged.
Then the front door opened to reveal a dirt covered Harry Potter.
"They'll be here any minute!" Draco blanched.
"Sorry love, practice ran late," Harry gave him an apologetic smile. He'd joined a local quidditch team as well, nothing very competitive just the Hogsmeade local team. He seemed to enjoy it immensely which is the only reason Draco didn't scold him further as he shooed him into their bedroom and told him to shower quickly.
Fifteen minutes later Harry was showered, shaved and properly dressed. Or rather as proper as Harry Potter ever dressed, wearing an old band shirt with very few holes and a clean pair of well fitting jeans. Draco again thought of how he missed seeing Harry in a suit. But this is who Harry was, and Draco was very much not complaining as he watched the other man humming along to the weird sisters and pouring their teas.
Harry hands him his cup with a peck on the cheek before returning to the kitchen to put the finishing touches on the meal he'd prepared this morning for their guests arrival. As Draco took a sip of his perfectly made tea he felt again that immense sense of peace fall back over him like a warm blanket across his shoulders on a chilly day. He was happy. And watching Harry rummage through their cabinets, (theirs because this was their home they'd made together and isn't that a thought?) he was overcome with emotion.
For months he'd been carrying the little box in his pocket, trying to plan the perfect date but he suddenly felt that some over the top date night wouldn't fit them at all. Not for the question he was burning to ask. No, this simple moment together would be much sweeter a memory. And so before his nerves could talk him out of it Draco Malfoy moved to kneel behind Harry Potter.
Sensing Draco's presence behind him Harry turned and was left momentarily speechless; there was a little leather box cradled in Draco's uplifted hands. A ring box.
"Wha-" He swallowed a sudden lump of emotion in his throat, "What's this?"
"Really, Potter?" Draco sassed but there was no malice in his voice. Only fondness as he continued, "I think you should at least be able to recognize a ring box and when someone is proposing to you?"
Harry let out a happy but nervous laugh and rolled his eyes,
"Oh- is that what's happening?"
But his words were spoken softly and he reached out to gently take the box and open it. Inside were two simple bands. Each made of intertwined silver and gold.
"Well?"
Draco's voice brought Harry back down to earth. He was waiting for a reply. So Harry gave him one; dropping to his knees as well he cupped the other man's cheek in his free hand and simply said,
"Yes."
"Yes?"
"You want to spell it out for you, Malfoy?"
Harry laughed, and before Draco could reply captured his lips in a gentle kiss before deepening it to something that tried to convey everything he was feeling at that moment. When they broke apart Draco looked dazed but as they placed their foreheads together Harry felt, perhaps for the first time in his life, as if he had finally come home.
(THE END)