Favoring The Brave {Drarry}

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"You know what," Harry said as he stood in the shower with Draco, arms wrapped around the other man's waist.

"What?" Draco asked lazily, kissing up Harry's neck while running a hand through his wet and detangled hair.

"We should actually get married."

"Nice proposal," said Draco through a snort. "Very romantic. Seriously, I'm swooning, Potter. You've absolutely swept me off my feet."

"Don't be a prat," Harry said smacking his arse somewhat playfully, but not moving from being wrapped around him. "I'm being serious. A big proposal would draw too much attention. I've had a ring picked out for ages and— well, I wanted this to just be between us for now."

Draco smiled at him, all soft edges and loving grey eyes, before kissing the corner of his mouth.

"Of course I'll marry you, you bloody romantic sod."

"You can have the ring once you're dressed. I hope you like it... I mean I had picked it out the first time we were together, you know, before James Lucius," Harry spoke quietly in the small space between them, his face tucked into Draco's neck. He placed a kiss on the junction where it meet his shoulder. "I could never bring myself to get rid of it."

"You've moved houses and had other lovers, I'm sure, but you couldn't get rid of a bloody engagement ring?" Malfoy drawled trying to sound disinterested, but not quite pulling it off. His voice quivered with the weight of the question and Harry knew what he was really asking.

"No," he responded quietly. "Never really got over you."

The closeness of their skin was almost (but not quite) enough as they kissed and pulled and tried to devour each other in pleasure. Harry had his leg hiked up and held on place at Draco's side as they rutted against each other like a pair of animals. Their mouths separated, leaving them to both breath in hard pants, the air fanning across each other's faces.

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"Singer, DL Black, starts the European leg of his tour today. And who knows what the turn out will be like. After coming out as bisexual recently during an interview with long term boyfriend, Harry Potter, to cover the release of an illegally obtained video of the couple, many parents have tried to prevent their kids from listening to or attending any of his shows. Surprisingly, Black and Potter have known each other since they were children and are currently co-parenting 2 of their own. Both men will be accompanied by their sons while DL is on tour. He mentioned how it will be, and I quote, 'like our first family vacation. I'll be working, of course, but we'll be together, and it'll be the first time [we've all been together] in ages.' You would think his parental skills would be enough for other parents to get over the video but—"

Harry turned off the telly then tossed the clicker back onto the lumpy, beloved couch, next to Draco.

"Why're you watching this? It's utter bollocks and we don't have time. We have to go pick up the boys from the platform and head back to the manor to see Narcissa before we leave."

"That reporter wasn't so bad. He called you my boyfriend and mentioned that we co-parent the boys," Draco said in defense.

"I'm your fiancé and they're our kids."

"We weren't engaged when we did the interview and they're muggles. How was I supposed to explain, exactly, how you had James?"

"You got me there, I guess." Harry leaned over the back of the couch and kissed Draco on the cheek then grinned at him, motioning towards the door with his head. "Now, c'mon, the boys'll be pulling into Kings Cross by half past."

Draco stood, his long legs extending gracefully from where he had been perched under a quilt, then stretched. He reached his hands over his head and his shirt raised just a little, allowing Harry a glimpse at his pale ethereal skin and the darker man bit his lip before looking away.

"Besides," Draco said following Harry out the door, "You're going to be with me at the next interview too."

Harry froze and spun to face the blonde man behind him, but he had already closed the door and started making his way towards the apparation point to head to Malfoy Manor. He grabbed the blond's arm to try and get him to stop and talk about what the actual fuck he just said, but the tug of apparation had already started pulling at them.

"Malfoy! You can't just-"

They landed with a thump on the stretch of grass in front of the gates in Wiltshire and Draco grinned at Harry's pout at being dragged along before he had finished talking.

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hey futher muckers

havent proofread so any mistakes are mine and tbh idec really

this is literally the shortest chapter ive written in 3 years (801 words) but this felt like a good stopping point and ive had class all day and kind of want a fucking nap

soooooo here yall go

tryna finish any unfinished fics so i can do new stuff anyway

lemme know if this chap made sense
hope y'all enjoyed
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-- angel janeé xoxo