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The Power Of Love	By : Marblez Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5431 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Proposal.

"…so I was thinking maybe for half term your boys could stay at the school and we could go away somewhere for a lovers holiday…Harry? Harry you aren't listening to me!" Clive huffed angrily from across the table. Harry, guilty as charged, snapped his gaze away from the restaurants window and smiled sheepishly at his partner, mumbling a sorry, "I was saying that maybe for half term the boys could stay at the school and we could go away together? That'd be nice wouldn't it? We haven't had a romantic holiday in ages."

"But…"

"The boys usually stay at school anyway and they don't need you there to watch over them. They'll have their friends to hang out with and we could have a lovely time together…we could stay in one of the top London hotels…catch a couple of shows on the muggle West End, you like that sort of stuff don't you?" Clive had obviously already thought long and hard about this.

"Well…"

"And we could have lots of romantic nights together. Tell me Harry, when was the last time me and you were able to really enjoy ourselves in bed? Scream as loudly as we wanted? Spend as long as we wanted in bed and not have to worry about getting up?" Clive asked, holding Harry's hands in his own and either ignorant or indifferent about the looks the other people in the restaurant gave them.

"Clive you can't say things like that in public…" Harry mumbled, flushing with embarrassment. He was sure that there was a reporter hidden somewhere in the restaurant, taking notes and pictures of the-boy-who-lived-to-save-the-world's date.

"Why not? Everyone should know how much I love you and how much I want to be able to-" Harry interrupted before Clive could finish his sentence,

"Clive!"

"Alright Harry, alright," Clive chuckled to himself, "But anyway what do you say? The boys safe at school, a week to ourselves?" Harry sighed and thought quickly about it, Teddy and Jason would enjoy half-term at Hogwarts just as much as they would enjoy it at home and Clive was right, they hadn't had any romantic time together in a long time…maybe a romantic week with Clive would stop him thinking so much about Draco…

"Ok. Sounds good."

"Brilliant!" Clive cried happily, leaning over the table and planting a kiss on Harry's lips, not stopping even when the reporters and their camera men came out of hiding to get a better shot of them.

~ * ~ * ~

So when half-term came (far too slowly for Clive) Teddy and Jason stayed at Hogwarts, kicking up a little fuss about not being taken on the holiday until they learned that all of their friends were staying at Hogwarts too. Clive had planned the holiday as a surprise so Harry had packed clothes for all possibilities, shrinking the huge suitcase so that it fit in his pocket. Clive met him in Hogsmeade, bringing with him the Portkey that would take them to their hotel. At Harry's suggestion the popped into the Three Broomsticks for a quick drink before heading on their way and it was then that Harry finally asked,

"So where is it we're going?"

"Paris," Clive grinned proudly as he spoke.

"Paris?" Harry gasped in shock, "As in Paris, France?"

"As in Paris, France," Clive nodded, "The most romantic city in the world."

"You're taking me to Paris?" Harry asked.

"Yes. Is that ok with you?" Clive asked.

"Yes!" Harry laughed, hugging his partner tightly. He'd never been to Paris, in fact he'd never been abroad on anything other than business. This was a week long romantic holiday in Paris…if this didn't stop him thinking about Draco nothing would. "Thank you!" They kissed for a few moments before finishing their drinks and heading outside to portkey to the magical hotel Clive had booked them into in Paris.

It was a five star hotel and that meant exactly the same in the Wizarding world as it did in the muggle world, it was the best. And Clive had booked the honeymoon suite, murmuring in Harry's ear as the uniformed bellboy opened the door for them that he'd thought it appropriate. Harry had been about to argue, they were married after all, when he caught sight of the room. It was perfect. When he'd heard the words 'honeymoon suite' he'd expected a heart shaped bed at least and red and pink everything but the main room, the bedroom and the bathroom were anything but.

"So?" Clive asked once the bellboy had gone, taking a large tip.

"It's…are you sure this is the honeymoon suite?" Harry asked.

"Yes. It's magic," Clive explained, leading Harry into the bedroom where their luggage was unpacking itself, "It knows what the person entering wants from a room and creates the perfect suite. That's why I let you go in first."

"What would it have been like if you'd gone in first?" Harry asked.

"Well…the bedroom would have been slightly more…fun orientated," Clive said, winking suggestively.

"You're impossible," Harry smiled, sitting down on the bed.

"Ah but you wouldn't love me any other way," Clive said slowly, climbing onto the foot of the bed and crawling to Harry as the raven haired man settled back against the comfortable head board. Clive came to a halt once he was straddling Harry, sitting on his strong thighs, his hands resting on Harry's shoulders, "Now unless you want to go sight seeing already I know something we can do to celebrate our first day of our holiday."

"Oh yeah? What's that?" Harry asked coyly.

"This." Clive pressed his lips to Harry's while his hands moved to open up his lovers shirt, exposing the tanned skin over tight muscles…

~ * ~ * ~

Everything was wonderful for the first three days. They went sightseeing after spending the first day in their hotel suite with no clothes on. Harry's favourite moment had been when they reached the top of the Eiffel Tower, Harry having insisted they take the stairs. They were so exhausted they collapsed on top of each other but it had been worth it, all that effort for such a view.

It was on the fourth day that everything went wrong. Harry had written a long letter to Teddy and Jason, telling them of the sightseeing and the souvenirs they'd gotten them. Clive hadn't minded that letter. It was when he noticed he'd written another one to Draco, Kai and Jason. It said pretty much the same as the other letter but that hadn't mattered,

"You're writing to your lover?!" Clive roared, snatching the letter from Harry.

"No! Clive how many times do I have to tell you-" Harry was cut off by Clive lashing out and shoving him into the wall, causing Harry to catch his head on the corner of a painting hanging there. "I am not fucking Draco! He is my ex-husband! We have three children together! We have to talk to each other for their sake!"

"You are not writing to him on our holiday!" Clive roared.

"I do what I like Clive! You don't own me!" Harry snapped, pushing himself up from the wall and snatching the crumpled letter from Clive. This seemed to snap Clive out of his rage and he bit his lip before speaking softly,

"I'm sorry Harry."

"You're always sorry," Harry snapped, "You keep hurting me Clive"

"I don't mean to Harry," Clive whispered as Harry rubbed at his head, "I just love you so much and this ex of yours, I don't trust him, he makes me nervous."

"Nervous?" Harry asked with a frown.

"He wants you back Harry," Clive sighed.

"What?" Harry asked, trying to ignore the way his heart leapt at that.

"He wants you back. I can feel it. The way he's drawing you back in, using the kids as an excuse," Clive said sadly, "He wants your money."

"That is preposterous…" Harry began.

"Is it? You told me yourself he has no money to speak of himself," Clive argued, his hand reaching up to stroke Harry's cheek, "Can't you see he's using you?"

"He is not after my money Clive," Harry snapped. "And he does not want me back. We are friends and that is all. If you can't believe me, can't trust me, then I'm going back to Hogwarts right now." Harry headed towards the door and Clive quickly grabbed his arm, pulling him close.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Harry," he said quickly, kissing Harry on the lips, "I'm sorry for being a jealous idiot. I'm sorry for pushing you. I'm sorry for thinking that. I'm sorry for doubting you. I love you. I trust you. I'm sorry." Harry stood still as his face was smothered with kisses, Clive's now soft hands rubbing up and down his arms. "I'm sorry Harry. Forgive me?"

"I forgive you," Harry sighed as he always did lately; he forgave Clive for a lot of things. But that was what all couples did - they fought and made up. This wasn't anything unusual, was it?

~ * ~ * ~

On the last day of their holiday the couple were lying together in bed, Clive's head pillowed on Harry's chest. Both were flushed and panting in an attempt to get their breath back, almost like they'd just run a marathon. They'd done something much more enjoyable than a marathon though…

"Harry?" Clive asked quietly, his fingers playing with the thick hair on Harry's belly, twirling it round and round in an almost absent minded way.

"Hmm?" asked Harry, his eyes fluttering open to look down at his lover.

"Will you marry me?"

"What?" Harry suddenly felt very much awake, sitting up and forcing Clive to do the same. Clive leaned over the side of the bed quickly, grabbing his jacket he pulled a little box out of the pocket. Opening it up to Harry he displayed the platinum engagement ring.

"I've been carrying this round all week, working up the courage to ask you. Please Harry, marry me," Clive said softly, looking at Harry with pleading eyes.

"I-" Harry's mind had actually stopped working, "I…I…the boys…"

"I love the boys! You know I do," Clive said quickly, his free hand grabbing Harry's left and holding it tight, "Please Harry, will you marry me?"

Harry didn't know what to do, he couldn't think straight. His last marriage hadn't gone exactly well…and then there was Clive's jealous moments…and the fact that deep in his heart Harry still loved…

"I-" he tried again, interrupting his own whirling thoughts.

"I love you Harry and I want to spend the rest of my life with you…"

Could he marry Clive? He'd been with him for years and before Draco had come back he'd been 100% certain that he loved him…now it was more like 75%. But still, he did love Clive…he did. And Clive really was good with the boys; sometimes he had more patience with them than Harry himself did! Then again with Teddy the klutz and Jason the rebel it wasn't a surprise that a normal persons patience only lasted so long. And the Wizarding World expected them to some day get married one day, Hell the gossip columns had been talking about it for almost as long as they'd been dating.

"Harry?" Clive asked nervously, biting his lip, "Will you marry me?"

"Yes."

~ * ~ * ~

It was all over the papers by the time Harry got back home and Harry found literally hundreds of letters waiting for him at the school, all congratulations on his engagement. Teddy and Jason had been shocked but not unhappy about the news they'd read in the Daily Prophet; the only thing they were annoyed at was that they had to learn about the engagement from the Daily Prophet.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Teddy asked as he faced his father and Clive.

"We just did," Harry pointed out.

"But we already knew from the papers. You could have told us before it came out in the papers," Teddy argued, shoving the newspaper into his dad's hands.

"We only got engaged yesterday," Harry pointed out, scanning through one of the many articles, "There was no point in calling you to tell you when we could tell you in person today. And to be honest I didn't expect the papers to get hold of it so quickly…" He looked at the photo they had with the article, Harry and Clive outside their hotel yesterday evening as they went out to celebrate the engagement. And there was a close up of Harry's left hand and more importantly the engagement ring next to the bigger picture.

"Aren't you pleased with the news boys?" Clive asked.

"Of course we are!" Jason laughed, elbowing Teddy in his side, "Let it go Teddy, they can't help how vicious reporters are!" He flew forwards and hugged Harry briefly but tightly, then did the same to Clive. "Gotta go, homework and all that." Harry grabbed his arm before he could leave,

"Homework?" he asked suspiciously, "Shouldn't it all be done by now?"

"Er, well yeah you see…" Jason began slowly.

"Have you done any of it?" Harry asked.

"Bye dad!" Jason pulled his arm out of Harry's grasp and legged it out of the room as fast as he could.

"That boy," Harry growled before giving a light laugh, "Is too much like me for his own good." He turned to Teddy, "But I bet you've done all your homework."

"Twice," Teddy muttered.

"Twice? Why twice?" Clive asked.

"Because I lost it the first time," Teddy muttered angrily, "Dropped it out of the window by accident." Harry laughed loudly,

"And that just proves that you are too like both of your wonderful parents, keen to study but hopelessly clumsy!"

"Yeah, yeah," Teddy muttered, "I'll see you later dad. Clive." He nodded to the two men and then left the room at a more sedate pace than his little brother had left it. Harry chuckled again as Clive pulled him round to face him.

"I'll have to leave soon," Clive murmured, "How about we say goodbye in your bedroom…"

"You are truly impossible," Harry laughed but allowed himself to be pulled into the other room of his suite of rooms.

~ * ~ * ~

Dear Harry,

I just wanted to write to congratulate on your engagement to Mr Masters, I read the article in the Daily Prophet. I hope you will be very happy in your marriage.

Draco.

Harry tried not to feel disappointed at how short the letter was…just like he tried not to notice the tear stain at the bottom of the page.

A/N There we go, at last an update! Hope you don't want to kill me too much…
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