Fluff with ambiguous ending, slight angst and hurt/comfort, enjoy reading!
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"Hey, Potter! Catch!"
Harry, who was talking to Hermione and Ron, visiting Hogsmeade to shop for candies, turned towards the voice and out of nowhere, something golden came towards him. Thinking it was a snitch, he immediately caught it with a Seeker's speed and accuracy.
He looked at the thing in his hands and blinked. An apple?
He looked up to see everyone staring at him with a shocked expression. He turned to his friends, who had a similar look with a confused look of his own. "W-Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, spooked. Ron's eye twitched slightly. "Did Malfoy just... proposed to you? A-And you accepted it?"
"Wait, what-" Harry panicked.
"What do you mean by proposed and what do you mean I accepted his proposal?" His green eyes were wide behind his iconic round glasses.
Hermione facepalmed and explained, "The Ancient Greeks proposed to their quote-unquote 'darlings' extraordinarily- by throwing an apple at their chosen wife. If the woman caught the apple, she accepted the marriage proposal. The origin of this wedding custom, like most other Greek traditions, can be found in Greek mythology."
A fond chuckle could be heard from Harry's back and he turned towards the sound with a glare. "Malfoy!" he growled. The said person stood there with a smug smirk on his face. "What the actual fuck did you just do?" The blond Slytherin shrugged his shoulder and tilted his head to one side. "I proposed to you and you accepted it, just like Weasley fantastically said."
"And you couldn't have done it in a normal way?!" he threw his hands up in frustrations.
Ron stared at him, horrified. "Are you saying that you would accept his proposal in any way?"
"Are you saying that you want me to propose to you differently?" Draco grinned gleefully.
Harry flushed bright red and threw the apple back at Draco, who caught it in a blink of an eye, only to remember that he had also proposed to the young Malfoy and he accepted his proposal as well. He slapped himself in the face when Draco's surprised face turned to a bragging look as he looked at everyone around him.
Mortified, Harry rushed passed Draco and ran back to the castle, ignoring the shouts of his friends behind him.
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"Hello, dear fiancé," Draco purred softly as he took a seat next to Harry as they were assigned to be partners by Professor Flitwick. Harry's cheeks burned bright red but he ignored the blond adamantly.
"That's no way to greet your future husband, my Love," the male reprimanded teasingly, making the Gryffindor turned to glare at him. "Shut up, Malfoy. If you don't shut your trap now, I'll be asking Professor Flitwick to change my partner," he hissed like an angry kitten.
Draco only chuckled and leaned close to peck his cheek before focusing on the lesson, leaving Harry staring at his parchment in surprise. He looked at the taller with a confused look before he tried to focus on his task again.
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"Hello there, dear fiancé. How are you?" a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, making him squeaked in surprise. "I hope you're doing well," Draco purred into his neck.
Harry's face brightened with colour, looking like a ripe tomato. The solid feeling of Draco's body felt nice against his back and he couldn't help but relax. "I-I'm good," he stuttered, feeling his heart thundered in his chest. "H-How are you?" he asked him back. "D-Don't you have classes?"
