Kiss Me Not || Drarry

Post Script

Dear Mr Potter

I was very pleased to hear from you in Draco's latest correspondence. Although I do have to say that you are entirely welcome to send me an owl of your own, should you be so inclined.

I am very glad you are well. I know it is not my place, but on occasion I find myself wondering after your welfare. I am certain your friends and the Weasley family look after your well being but I do worry about those times you are not in their company. Perhaps it is the effect of the war but I find I can no longer take for granted the health and happiness of those important to me. I hope you don't mind my consideration of you as an important person to me and my family. It was your actions on our behalf in the war, as well as the trials afterwards that brought on my initial concern for your well being.

My perusal of the morning paper has added an even greater reason to ask after you. I am glad Draco's fears were unfounded and doubly gladdened that the two of you have found one another in such a rare and wondrous match. It seems as though events happened far too quickly to afford the proper manner of things so I grant you permission to court Draco now, knowing, in good faith, that you would have certainly asked yourself if time had permitted. I am certain such a slip will not occur when you ask for my son's hand.

I look forward to seeing you in person once yours and Draco's studies are finished. We shall have lunch and get to know one another properly.

Most Sincerely,

Narcissa Malfoy

"What are you reading?" Draco asked, leaning over to try and catch a glimpse.

Harry pushed the letter into his hands and slumped back into the couch they were sharing, "Your mother is terrifying."

Draco frowned faintly and carefully smoothed the parchment out before reading it, the frown only growing as he reached the end of the letter. He sighed and folded the letter neatly closed.

"Was I really supposed to ask her to court you?" Harry asked.

"I suppose," Draco said mildly, "It's rather old-fashioned and really she oughtn't have expected it seeing as you are neither one of the old families or were raised to know the old customs. And the rules are rather murky on who should do what in the case of two gentlemen courting one another."

"Terrifying," Harry muttered, slumping down further.

"She didn't need to be so embarrassing about it," Draco said, flicking the letter back at Harry and managing to hit him on the forehead with a sharp corner, "Besides, I plan to be the one to ask."

"Ask?" Harry repeated, brushing the letter onto the floor.

"For your hand," Draco said with a tsk of annoyance that Harry wasn't following.

Harry stared at him, "What? We've only been dating for a day!"

"Not now, of course," Draco said, "It wouldn't be proper to even consider it until we're out of school and have settled into some sort of occupation." He paused as a thought occurred to him and asked warily, "I wouldn't have to ask the Weasley's for your hand, would I?"

Harry was not dealing well with all this information but the terror of imagining Draco trying to ask Molly Weasley to marry him was enough to prompt a frantic head shake.

"Good," Draco said. He leaned against Harry, "The whole point of me asking would be so we can avoid the whole mess entirely. I can't imagine asking the Weasley's even if we manage some sort of polite rapport."

"Well, I can't imagine asking your parents at all," Harry said. He took advantage of his slump to slide his head under Draco's chin.

Draco slipped an arm around him and rested his cheek atop Harry's hair, "I suppose... if they insist we'll just elope."

Harry laughed, "I suppose so."