Through the Fire

Yule, New Year, and Valentine

"So he's alive?" Harry whispered. Draco held him close as they spooned in bed. They had made love three times that night. Twice in bed and once in the shower. Harry had called an elf and ordered a large meal for them. They were both in their robes. Harry was sitting in between Draco's legs on the bed eating a slice of strawberry cheesecake. Rather, he was playing with his cake instead of eating it.

"Yes," Draco answered, putting his empty plate down on the tray, then reached around taking Harry's uneaten cake adding it to the tray.

"I don't know how to thank you, Draco," Harry said, looking up at his mate.

Draco moved the tray from off the bed setting it down on the nightstand. Harry turned to face him, Draco cupped one of his cheeks and pressed his lips to Harry's. Their kiss was unhurried, but there was not a lot of heat behind it. The only thing that Harry felt was love, and it vibrated through his body. Draco slowly separated their lips pressing their foreheads together. Harry opened his eyes and realized that Draco was staring at him. They gazed into his eyes, letting the silence wash over them.

"There's no need for you to thank me. I love you, Harry. We are mates, and it is my duty to not only love you but care for you. I will do anything to make you happy."

Harry cupped the warm hands on his cheeks. "I still feel there must be something I can do to show you how much it means to me that you would put yourself in danger to rescue my godfather."

Draco pulled back and stared at Harry for a few minutes before moving Harry slightly out of the way. He got off the bed and walked over to their walk in closet. Harry got on his knees and peered around the corner trying to figure out what his mate was up to. He heard him moving around, but still had no idea what Draco was doing. He was about to say something when Draco came out of the closet with a smile on his face.

"What are you up?" Harry asked, curious at the sudden change in his mate.

Draco did not answer, and the smile on his lips did not disappear. He extended one of his hands towards Harry. "Come here," he instructed.

Confused, Harry took his hand, and Draco pulled him off the bed and guided him to the chair in the far corner of the room. Harry sat down and watched as Draco fell to one of his knees.

"Draco what are you doing?" Harry asked still confused.

Draco squeezed the hand he was still holding. "Shut up and let me do this, I'm nervous as it is already."

"What are you trying to do?"

"You're so adorable," Draco chuckled.

Harry couldn't figure out what he meant by that. "I don't understand what me being adorable have to do with you why you are nervous."

Draco touched his lips quieting him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Harry," he said, opening his eyes. "I think I've been in love you since the day I met you, but I was too stupid to realize. Granted, we were eleven so cut me some slack." They both smiled before Draco took another deep breath and continued. "The day I realized you were my mate I didn't know what to do with myself. All I could think was, I finally had you, and I wanted to make you happy." Draco reached up and moved a lock of hair from Harry's face. His hand remained on his cheek. "You are so beautiful and strong. I marvel at your intellect and revel in your presence. You have the biggest heart of anyone that I know, and I am proud to call myself your mate. You asked me what could you do to thank me for giving your godfather back to you." Harry nodded and felt the tears for the first time falling to his cheeks. "Harry James Potter," Draco said as he opened his other hand that held a small box. He opened it and inside was a platinum silver band with a square jade diamond. Draco took the ring out of the box and slipped it onto Harry's finger. "Will you do me the honor of bonding me and officially becoming my husband, the father of my kits, and life partner. Will you walk this life and the next beside me and not behind me?"