July came and went, and soon enough, it was Harry's eighteenth birthday. The day had gone perfectly from beginning to end, starting off with a heavy make-out session between Draco and he, and ending with the two's limbs tangled together in bed, staring at each other thoughtfully. Well, that's the way the blond thought about it anyways.

Harry woke up early on the morning of his birthday to find himself comfortably tangled with Draco in their bed that was really a bit too small for them, though they made it work. His eyes fluttered open and he took notice of his lover staring at him thoughtfully, grey eyes distracted by his own mind.

"Morning." Harry mumbled, stretching slightly, catching Draco's attention as he breathed in.

"Happy birthday, love. Today's the big day!" Draco smiled at the dark-haired boy, and then in the next moment, the pair's lips were slotted together lazily.

Harry wasn't completely awake yet, but Draco was, and therefore the blond took over the kiss fairly quickly. Soon, he'd shifted their positions so that he was straddling the dark-haired lad's hips, hunching over him as he kissed at Harry's lips, jaw, and neck. The green-eyed boy squirmed beneath him, holding onto Draco's hips as the blond continued to search and mark at his body lovingly.

"You'll wake Neville." Harry mumbled, circling his thumb over Draco's hip.

"I had Neville leave earlier this morning just so I could do this." Draco smirked, gesturing to the abandoned bed on the other side of the room. Harry took notice of his brother's absence, and then smirked up at the man above him.

"And just what ever were you planning?" He asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

"Whatever you want, Birthday Boy." The blond winked, kissing at Harry's collarbone. His toes curled then as the blond continued to kiss and nip at his exposed skin and neck.

"Mmm, keep doing that." He stated, latching onto Draco's hips again and leaning up slightly so the boy didn't have to bend so much to kiss him. "You're so good at that."

"I could do more."

Harry contemplated this for a moment before grinding his hips against the blond's slowly. From the position they were in, he'd felt himself gradually growing more aroused as their make-out session grew more heated, and he was delighted to see that Draco felt the same way.

"Nothing too drastic." Harry decided, and then reattached his lips to Draco's as he ground his hips into his. The blond let out a moan, and Harry smirked before biting at his lip, and then slipping his tongue between them as they parted, exploring as much of his mouth as he could.

It was a mixture of sloppy teenage hormones and bad breath, but Harry loved every moment of it. Draco was so responsive to everything he did to him, and Harry was the same way. He found he quite liked when the blond played with his neck, and realized that he looked forward to a lot more of that in his future.

The two continued to grind against each other until they hit their climax, and then continued grinding until they'd rode it out. Then, Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the mess they'd made within their pajama pants.

"These were my favorite pants, Draco." The green-eyed boy groaned, though he regretted nothing from it.

"You can always wash them, and it's your fault for looking so sexy this morning, Birthday Boy." The blond winked, climbing off of him and standing slowly.

"Let's just hope our dads didn't hear." Harry decided, and Draco smirked.

"Oh, but what a joy if they did hear."

"No, we'd get in trouble."

"Harry, in a few hours, I'm going to make you my fiancé, and then I can do whatever I want to you, and there's nothing they can do about it." Draco claimed, and Harry shrugged. He did have a point.

"Think we're getting married here in the U.S.?"

"We've been here a little under two months. I think it's time we go home, don't you?"

"But then we can't have a beach wedding."

"You want a beach wedding? We still could have one, you know. And it'd be easier to have it in the U.K. That's where our family and friends are, and we could always get married in Brighton. There's that lovely boardwalk there, after all."

"Mmm, you've got a point. How about you kiss me one more time before I go shower and get this mess off me?" Harry asked, gesturing the blond to step forward.

"Oh no. If I kiss you now, I don't think we'll be leaving that bed at all today. Go shower, Mr. Potter." Draco shook his head.

"I won't be a Potter for long."

Draco looked at him in wonderment. "You want to take my surname?"

"I mean, Harry Malfoy sounds nicer than Draco Potter, but I mean, we always could just hyphenate it." Harry suggested.

"I don't get why this whole proposal thing's even necessary. We're already betrothed, and you already said you'd marry me so why can't we just skip to the wedding?"

"Because, Draco," Harry started, climbing out of the bed and wrapping his arms around the blond's waist. "It's all about tradition."

"That's stupid. I just wanna make you Harry Malfoy already."

"Or Harry Potter-Malfoy."

"Draco Malfoy-Potter sounds strange."

"Then just stay a Malfoy. Lucius didn't take any part of Severus' name."

"Then again, my father is a dick. How's Draco Potter-Malfoy sound?"

"We'll adjust." Harry pecked his soon-to-be-fiancé on the cheek and then walked across the hall and to the bathroom. Draco trailed after him soon after. He found that he quite enjoyed showering with him, no matter how intimate it may have seemed.

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"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Harry, happy birthday to you!" The families cheered for the green-eyed boy who blew out his candles with a blush.

Just like they'd done for Draco's party, there was a lovely neighborhood barbecue in the backyard, with music ranging through the decades playing, and torches lit as the sun set for the night.

Dancing continued for a long time into the night, but nobody seemed to care. Harry had received a FaceTime call from Ron earlier that day, and had earned birthday greetings from the Weasley family, and he learned that he had birthday parcels waiting for him back home.

At one point during the party, James had discussed with Harry that they would be returning to London in a few short days in order to better plan for the wedding, and Harry agreed. As much as he loved Florida, he did look forward to being home on his own turf.

At one point, Hermione and Pansy had showed up and surprisingly, drama hadn't occurred. In fact, James welcomed them with open arms as they celebrated Harry's adulthood.

As the night came to end around two in the morning, a slower song began to play, and that is when Harry remembered one of the key concepts that was to take place at this party.

"Wise men say, only fools rush in, but I can't help falling in love with you..." Elvis' voice rang through the speakers, and Harry felt his chest clenching.

From the gate along the side of the house, Draco walked through the backyard once more, illuminated by moonlight and the dull light of the tiki torches they'd bought at Alvin's Island.

"Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? If I can't help falling in love with you..."

Draco made his way towards Harry slowly, dressed in a beautifully tailored black suit. The button-up under it was also black, but his tie was a lovely green: the same green as Harry's eyes.

"Like a river flows, surely to the sea. Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be..."

Slowly, Draco knelt down, situating himself so he rested on one knee before Harry, who had a bright smile on his face and happy tears in his eyes.

"Take my hand, take my whole life too, for I can't help falling in love with you."

Draco took Harry's hands as the music's volume turned down significantly, and the blond smiled up at the dark-haired boy in goofy glasses.

"For years, I've been afraid of doing this, but tonight, I'm not afraid at all. Since we were eleven, I knew I wanted you and only you, so Harry Potter, would you do me the honor of becoming my husband?" Draco asked slowly, eyes bright as he smiled up at his lover. Tears slid from Harry's cheeks, and he wanted desperately to wipe them, but he had to wait for an answer.

Everyone stood around them, smiling, crying. Emotions flew like the dead leaves of autumn. Harry sniffed quietly before nodding his head, voice coming out just above a whisper.

"I will." And Draco slid a magnificent silver band around his fiancé's finger, and then allowed himself to be pulled up in a passionate, loving kiss.

~~~

As the two went to bed that night as newly fiancés, Harry tangled his legs with Draco's much like he'd woke up with them this morning. He rested his forehead against the blond's and kissed his soft lips every few moments, staring into his silver eyes which were highly enhanced by the moonlight pouring into their room.

"I love you." Harry whispered and Draco smiled, leaning in to kiss him again.

"Good, because I love you."

And on that night, not only did Draco accept that he was hopelessly in love with Harry, but Harry accepted that fact too as he repeated that phrase over and over again until he drifted off into a blissful sleep.