Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

Promise

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author: Solecitoyanass (on ao3)

Some of the pronouns are messed up bc this was translated from Spanish to English

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Harry hurried up to his room. He had just made the most important decision of his life and wanted to give his all in the act that he wanted to carry out in less than two hours.

He asked Filch, his butler, to prepare his best suit. So when he entered his rooms he was already on the bed. Perfectly positioned and ironed, a refined three-piece set; maroon black jacket, vest and pants.

Although he didn't really need it, he tried to shave. What he did need, and urgently, was to fix his hair well, but that really was a difficult case, because no matter how hard he tried to accommodate it, he could not be worthy of a gentleman. Well, the top hat would help a little to disguise the mess.

"My lord," he heard Filch's voice from the other side of the door, "the carriage is ready."

Harry smiled helplessly.

He dressed as carefully as he could and then hurried to his safe, where he took the little velvet-covered box and left as fast as he could for the carriage.

The walk to the little house on the edge of London seemed eternal, although deep down he knew it was just his nerves and anxiety.

"Here, leave me here," he asked the coachman, who stopped immediately. And in one leap he was running down the rest of the sidewalk.

A beautiful redhead was waiting for him not far from there, with a sweet and innocent smile on her beautiful face.

- Harry! She exclaimed when she saw him come towards her with such enthusiasm.

- Ginny! He answered, approaching and immediately bowing. He took her small hand and placed a light kiss on her back. Despite his happiness, he could not forget the social rules. So if he pounced on her and held her in his arms it would not be appropriate, even when no one was watching.

- I received your note, what happened? The young redhead questioned.

Harry smirked.

"Ginny, my beautiful Ginny," he began. I couldn't wait, I had to come and tell you ... ask you to be my wife.

The young woman was silent, petrified.

Harry felt like he was losing his breath.

- Really? This is real? He exclaimed after a moment.

Harry nodded, shaking it consecutively.

"Yes, I'm speaking from my heart," he answered and then added, "I'll talk to your parents."

Ginny smiled in that lovely way she loved so much and nodded cheerfully.

They both entered the little house. That, despite her humility, she was warm.

When they met, the youngest of the Weasleys believed that her love for Lord Potter would only be a sweet and sad illusion that she would have to bury deep in her heart. Not in dreams a man like him; rich, attractive, kind, he would notice her. But she never imagined that one day, the man would come up and smile at her in such a charming way and then her whole world changed and what should remain as an absurd illusion became a happy reality.

Harry swallowed the lump that formed in his throat when he saw the entire family of redheads focusing their gazes on him.

He bowed his head slightly. And he wanted to add a verbal greeting, however, when he least realized he was already being revered by the group of redheads.