"I got you something." I said, holding the something behind my back as I walked up to him.
He was sitting on one of the chairs out in the garden, reading the Daily Prophet with a cup of tea.
"Okay?"
I gave him the tickets. He stared.
"No!" He gaped.
"Yes!"
"Harry, you wonderful, wonderful man!" He jumped to his feet and attacked me with a hug. "We're seeing Macbeth?!"
"Yes, we are. The full play. On stage. Next Friday."
He kissed me once.
"I love you."
He kissed me twice.
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FanfictionThe war has ended and Harry won. Voldemort was dead but so was everybody else. Except for Draco Malfoy, apparently. [ harry ｘ draco short ] [ ©︎ ｜unwrath 2018 ]
