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Blue Eyed Dragon	By : PrincessLizzie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Notes: One last try: After a few threats (I am a Slytherin, after all), some people asked I don't remove the story. I won't. Provided y'all READ it! (HINT HINT HINT). But if, after this chapter, I do decide to remove it from AFF, I WILL let everyone who requested know where it will be archived!

CHAPTER TEN
�I can�t believe you�ve talked me into this, Harry,� Draco complained from the bathroom.

�Draco, darling, I love you more than life itself so what I�m about to say is going to be said with all that love and devotion,� Harry said sweetly. Then he roared, �Shut the fuck up!� Draco�s head popped out of the bathroom, his eyes were wide with shock. �You�ve been bloody complaining about this for three days! You didn�t have to say yes! And you can change your mind.�

Draco stepped into the bedroom, averting Harry�s eyes. �I�m sorry, Harry.� Did I just apologize? Either way, Draco didn�t care. �You�re right-it�s probably been miserable to live with me. I just...� Draco trailed off and twisted his hands nervously.

Harry reached out for his lover�s hands and when Draco took it, he led him to the bed. �It�s just what, Honey?�

Draco took a deep breath. �I�m scared, Harry! We haven�t been out of this house in two years and now we�re about to venture out? At Christmas time? To go shopping! In Muggle London! What if someone sees us? What if I get mad or frustrated and disperse some of my magic? What if I forget and do magic? What if-�

Harry cut him off by touching his index finger to his lips. �First off, who knows us in Muggle London? Second, you won�t get mad or frustrated enough to disperse magic. And if you do, just throw me against the nearest wall and snog me senseless. Third, we�re leaving our wands here.�

�But what if we need them? What if-�

Harry cut Draco off again. �What if someone recognizes us?� Draco nodded. �Who?� Draco shrugged. �We won�t need them.�

After another hour of reassurances from Harry, Draco was finally ready. They opened their front door and, hand in hand, stepped outside for the first time in two years.

***

They strolled through the narrow streets, window shopping and making small talk. As they passed a heavily decorated drug store, something in the window caught Harry�s eye. �Wait here.� He left Draco standing on the sidewalk, dumbfounded, as he rushed into the store.

Fifteen minutes later Harry returned holding a bag, a very fancily wrapped present inside. �Oh! For me?� Draco cooed as he grabbed for the bag.

Harry snatched it out of his lover�s reach. �Not telling. And even if it is for you,� he replied to the blond�s pout, �you don�t get to open it until Christmas morning.�

�But...�

�No �buts�,� he said as he took Draco�s hand once more and dragged him down the street again.

***

Harry�s Journal

20-12-08

I can�t believe it�s been two years. When I told Dray that I�d go into hiding with him, I�d assumed at the time that we�d be here for six months-at the most! Not that I�m complaining. Living with Draco has been Heaven on
Earth.

Wow. I just stopped to re-read some of this journal and I�ve just now realized how much of it has been me wishing I�d see the �all clear� so that I can ask Dray the question.

It�s funny what living with someone for two years, and having no contact with anyone else for that time, can do to you. I�m now more comfortable with Draco Malfoy, of all people, than I was in the boy�s dormitory at school. At first, I�d go into the loo to change for bed (even though I knew that Draco would be undressing me the second I got back into the bedroom!) But now, the clothes fly off without modesty and we just sleep naked, even if we�re just cuddling.

Another thing that living with him has given me: guts. Only you know how many times I�ve come seconds from blurting out those traitorous words; how many times during our love-making I�ve had to taste my own blood to
stop myself from crying out �Marry me!�

But the question I�m facing is: why haven�t I fucking asked him?! He�s loving and sweet. He�s brilliant and beautiful. He�s powerful and ambitious. He�s courageous and brave. He�s...he�s just everything. He�s my everything.

But, much to my dismay, I already know the answer-I want it to be romantic and perfect. Just like he deserves. Just like him.

That�s it. I�m going to do it. I will ask Draco to marry me. On Christmas morning. No backing out, no excuses...nothing. Draco will be mine...

22-12-08

Do you know how hard it is to find the perfect engagement ring? I took the chance of going to France�s wizarding district for it. I know Dray will flip when he hears, but I�m hoping he�ll see the ring and just kind of...forget the other part. Beside, I had tons of glamour�s on. (I don�t even think Draco would have recognized me! I made my hair look like Bill Weasley�s, only dirty blond instead of red, brown eyes, no glasses, longer and more pointed jaw, at least three inches taller and, of course, no blasted scar.)

But the ring was more than worth it! It�s platinum (only the best for my Draco!) shaped like two dragons. They meet at the lips and their bodies completely twist together and are intertwined. One has a brilliant blue sapphire for an eye, the other an emerald. The detail is...I don�t know how else to describe it besides �breath taking�. You can see every scale-even on the wings!

But the part I like best are the enchantments and spells. A protection spell, of course, that will let me know when he�s in danger and where he is, and a spell that makes it so that only Draco can take it off. I know those are common charms, but this isn�t: if anyone besides Dray (even me!) tries to take the ring off of him, the dragons will breathe fire (only harmful to the other person, not my Dragon) that will leave their skin blistered
for a week! I think, though, I won�t tell Draco the consequences of someone else trying to take the ring off. I love and trust him but he�s still Draco Malfoy.

I really hope he says yes. I don�t know what will happen if he doesn�t. I would still love him-I couldn�t stop even if I wanted to! But I also know that things will be awkward if he does. How could they not be?

But, for a little less pressure, I�ve got everything figured out for Christmas morning. I know exactly what I want to say and how I want to say it. Now if only I could plan the response...

***

Draco Apparated into the little shop. He�d found it while on holiday with Lucius during his sixth year.

�Ciao!� the shopkeeper greeted.

�Ciao,� Draco responded. �Parlate inglese?�

�Si signor...�

�Evans.�

�Signor Evans. How may I help you?�

The man�s accent was thick and it took Draco a second to hear the words rather than the accent. �I�m looking for a gift for someone who is...very difficult to buy for.�

�We have the usual rats, owls, toads, and Kneazle kittens.�

�No, I want something different. This person was raised by Muggles so maybe something he�s never seen before.�

�Ah, a Mudblood. Si, well maybe-�

�It will do you well to never use that word in front of me,� Draco said darkly. His hands were clenched into fists at his side and it was taking all of his self control not to hit the older wizard. No one, and he meant no one, called HIS Harry a Mudblood and got away with it.

The shopkeeper looked shocked. �I-I beg your pardon Signor Evans. I meant no offense by it. Please, come with me-maybe your friend would enjoy a Puffskein.�

Draco nodded and followed the shopkeeper into another room. There was a large, plastic pen in the middle of the room, full of balls of fur.

Draco smiled slightly and approached the pen. The small brown-, white-, and custard-colored balls of fur were rolling around, their thin, pink tongues occasionally snaking out to snatch up the treats scattered along the bottom of the pen.

He reached down and held out his hand. Immediately, a small, custard-colored ball of feather-soft fur rolled over and bumped against his hand. He stroked it lightly, and it's sandpaper tongue flicked out and touched his hand. He grinned widely and scooped it up, turning to the shopkeeper.

"I want this one." He said, presenting the tiny ball of fur that fit perfectly in the palm of his hand.

The shopkeeper frowned. "But Signor Evans, that one is very young. They are always more difficult to handle when that young, and perhaps your friend would prefer an older one. It would be...�

Draco shook his head and said arrogantly. "Believe me, I want this one. It's absolutely perfect." He handed it to the shopkeeper with an imperious look that demanded obedience. "Just get me everything it needs."

***

Draco walked out of the pet store an hour later, a box and six other bags in his hands. He stopped abruptly in front of a clothing store and stared at the mannequin in the window. Harry would look hot in that, he mused. He walked into the store, told the first passing clerk to take care of his packages as if his job depended on it and then set to his task.

Draco spent hours in the clothing store to try and find the perfect outfit for Harry but he couldn�t find exactly what he�d been looking for.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, he grabbed a clerk who was built like Harry, shoved an outfit at him and demanded, �Try these on.� The clerk looked at Draco as if he�d grown three heads but he stepped into the dressing room anyway.

When he stepped out, the Malfoy Smirk crossed Draco�s lips. �Perfect,� he purred. �I�ll take it.�

Draco shrunk all of his packages (after making sure the Puffskein had enough to eat for the night) and Apparated home.

Author's Notes: This chapter, for some reason, was very difficult for me to write so all of Draco's shopping spree was HEAVILY edited by Sarah. Yes, you will find out what Harry has bought at the drug store, yes you will hear the full details of the outfit that Draco bought, yes there will be a proposal, yes there will be more smut, no there will be no wedding in this fic. I think. If you think there should be (rather than another fic dedicated mainly to the planning of the wedding, the wedding and the wedding night), let me know. I might add it to this fic. As always, R&R--the more you R&R the more I write and post here. ^.^

1-5-05
Quick response to reviewers:
To all: Thanks for the encouragement. I'm writing Chapter Eleven now, so it'll be another few days before I get to post it.

To acr: I began to write "the boys" going out to kick Death Eater arse but I didn't like how it was turning out. So I over rid the Plot Bunnies' decision (maybe that is why this chapter was so difficult for me to write!) I took out the arse kicking scenes of chapter ten, put my planned chapter eleven as chapter ten and this is what came out.

To Markie: How does Draco answer? You'll find out in Chapter Eleven. How does Harry feel about the Puffskein? See the answer to your previous question ^.^

That's all for now. Next update will the the posting of Chapter Eleven!^.^

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