When the boys arrived at breakfast that morning, they didn't know what to expect. As usual, James had cooked a lovely meal with the help of Frank, and the family seemed more at peace than they had during any other point during the vacation. Well, it was almost peaceful.

Spite everything to have happened between them that morning, Harry and Draco still sat at opposite sides of the round table, and tried their best to not make eye contact. When their eyes did meet, however, a scarlet blush would overcome the both of their cheeks.

"So, Harry, Draco." James prompted after the meal had finished and Neville had volunteered to do the washing up.

"Yes?" The boys asked in unison and then glanced at each other, blushing even more.

"Lucius and I have done some talking, and we needed your opinion on something."

"That's right. So, as you know, this seemingly wonderful vacation idea turned to rubbish. James and I got to thinking, and it would appear the two of you have a more profound hatred for each other than we expected, and therefore, with your blessing, we have agreed to cancel the engagement." The older, blond-haired man stated, and then Draco's eyes darted to Harry's nervously, pleadingly.

"Harry, what are your thoughts on this?" James asked, and the green-eyed boy continued to look at Draco.

"I think, uh... Well, um... You two have spent years preparing Draco and I for this moment and it'd be a shame to let all of your hard work go to waste." Harry stopped, meeting his father's eyes, and then Lucius', and then Draco's. "And so, with that being said, if he will have me, I will marry Draco."

He watched a smile creep onto the blond's face, and then quickly subside to appear unbothered. Showing emotions had always proven to be difficult in front of his father.

"Draco, how do you feel about this news?" Lucius asked, guarded, and the boy knew instantly that his father wanted him to reject the idea. Lucius had grown tired of Harry, and had therefore wanted his son to refuse the marriage.

Draco was tired of letting his arrogant father have his way.

"I think I'd have to agree with Harry on this one. You spent years trying to get us together, and now that we've agreed to it, you want to tear us apart. I will marry Harry." Harry's eyes widened, and Draco smiled at him, and then he smiled at him. Things could only look up from there, right?

"Oh, uh... Alright. So, it's settled. The two of you will be married come August." James claimed and the two boys nodded. Lucius glared at his son briefly before standing and scurrying off to find his husband.

James helped Neville with the last of the washing up and the two boys sat alone at the table, staring at each other. Then, Harry stood and went to the drawer closest to the front door, collecting the lanyard from inside it.

Draco followed him down the street and through the gates of the swimming pool, which turned out to be a pool only for the people of the neighborhood who paid to use it. It was evident that Sirius and Remus had paid their fare of it, at least for the Potter/Malfoy family's visit.

Once inside, the two boys sat on lawn chairs under the shade of a palm tree, watching as two children - presumably brother and sister - swam together with their mothers. Occasionally, Draco would reach over and grab Harry's hand, and the dark-haired boy wouldn't pull away.

"Thank you." The blond whispered, and Harry only nodded.

"It was the right thing to do." He said.

"Of course. It's reverse psychology. Our parents wanted us to say no, so we said yes." Draco claimed.

"Or was it the other way? Maybe, we thought they wanted us to say no, but in reality, they wanted us to say yes just like they always have. What if they tricked us into doing exactly what they wanted?"

"You could've said no, Harry. There was nothing holding you to agreeing."

"There was you."

"What do you mean?"

"There was you with your grey, pleading eyes, your frown, your slumped shoulders. You were full-out begging me to say yes, just with body language." Harry explained.

"You must know my body quite well then." Draco smirked, and Harry blushed.

"I only know what you've let me know."

"I'd let you know anything." The blond whispered, leaning over to capture his and Harry's lips together. "Absolutely anything."

Once they'd finished their brief kissing session, Harry chuckled.

"You're just weird." He stated.

"Ah, perhaps. Or maybe I just love you." This made Harry freeze momentarily. He wasn't sure if he was ready to take such a big step in saying those three meaningful words.

He cared for Draco deeply, and he cursed anyone who dare try to hurt him, even himself. He wanted only the best for Draco, and for him to prosper in everything he did. But was that what was considered love?

If it was, then yes, Harry did love him. He was never good at voicing his feelings however, and would instead resort to actions or distancing himself. In this situation, he knew distancing himself would be futile, and so, he decided to pull Draco into his lap, and began kissing him firmly.

The blond smiled into the kiss, running his hands through Harry's messy, dark hair whilst the younger boy held him firmly in place on his lap, guiding his hips to stay still as Draco was particularly squirmy that day.

"I love you, Harry. I love you, I love you, I love you." The blond chanted between kisses, not caring that there were two mothers, as well as children in the pool as he continued kissing him. There was nothing wrong with kissing after all.

In some cultures, it was a formal greeting. To Draco, however, this remained simply meaningful and romantic. He'd longed to see the day when he could kiss Harry freely, and even though the two still held no official title, he had considered himself to be Harry's long before any wedding talk had ever occurred.

He was so happy to be Harry's.