Draco's hands were cool with the newness of spring and Hyde Park was still thawing after a long winter, but Harry had insisted on a morning walk. The sky was still pink with sunrise, dotted with cirrus clouds. Harry felt a breeze and squeezed Draco's hand, their interlaced fingers freezing as one.

    Draco looked at Harry over a mass of green-and-black scarf, his nose pink as the sky above them. "You're aware that it's freezing out here, right? You can feel this too?"

    "It's a little cold," Harry replied. "Nothing a strapping young man like you couldn't handle."

    "You overestimate me."

    "I could define you as an all-knowing, eternally capable god among men and, to be honest, I probably wouldn't be far from the truth."

    "Plenty of flattery this morning, Potter. I'm beginning to suspect you've got a crush on me."

    "It only took two years of us dating for you to notice my feelings for you? You've impressed me again, Draco."

    The blonde laughed lightly, the sound ringing clear in a morning quiet broken only by the hum of birds awakening. They walked along a lake, the water dark and glimmering. Harry pulled Draco towards it, stopping and facing him as the sun peeked over the London skyline.

    "You impress me endlessly," Harry said, voice barely above a whisper.

    Draco's eyes were green as the leaves beginning to grow back onto the park's trees.

    Harry continued. "You impress me endlessly, and I know we grew up with a few bumps in the road but my future with you looks smooth and... I want that. I want that future with you."

    Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders, pulling him nearer.

    "I want you forever. I want you in overwhelming heat and the snowy city sidewalks. I want you when your eyelashes flutter with sleepiness and in the mornings with coffee on your breath. I want you in the moments when your eyes light up with a smile. I want you when you tangle your legs with mine under the sheets, when you crack open a book on the couch and don't move for hours on end, when you smile at me over the top of a takeout menu. I want you lazy Sundays, quiet Saturdays, and every minute in between." Harry paused. "I want to be with you for the rest of my life." He drew his arms away from Draco, dropping to the ground to perch on one knee. From the pocket of his sweatshirt, Harry withdrew an antique ring and presented it to Draco. "Do you want me too?"

    Draco's eyes shone with affection for the boy kneeling below him. He found comfort in his dark curls, his calloused skin, the little bit of stubble he'd missed shaving near his jaw. In Harry, he found love. Draco smiled slightly, overwhelmed with contentment.

    "Always."