I am so sorry this took so long. Between no internet connection and life it took a minute to sit down and write.

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💛Always_Hufflepuff

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Harry was besides himself he had messed up and he had messed up royally. He didn't say those three important words, I love you. Harry knew he loved Draco, he knew he wanted no one else but Draco. He just couldn't say those three words.

They had gotten back from their date and Harry knew that things were not the same. Draco still held his hand, Draco still kissed him, and Draco still acted like they were together. But Harry was worried.

He didn't want to lose Draco and he had to figure out a way keep him, and he knew just telling Draco he loved him wasn't going to be enough. He had to show him. Harry had an idea but he was going to need help.

The anniversary for the Battle of Hogwarts was coming up in a couple of weeks. Harry had something planned. He was going to prove to Draco that he really did love him, and that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him.

So with the help of Hermione, and Narcissa, Harry came up with a plan. He was going to woo Draco. He was going to sweep him off his feet. Not only was he going to use his words, but he was going to paint a picture of his love for Draco.

Over the last few weeks Harry had been leaving notes of love, and affirmation for Draco. He had noticed a subtle change in Draco. More kisses, more touches, and smiles. It made Harry happy to notice these changes, he knew he was starting to make it up to Draco. He loved Draco, and he had his worked cut out for him, but he was on the right track. His final end game was going to be either a homerun or an epic fail. There was no in between.

Harry was in the kitchen, he had told the main house workers to go do their other duties. He was going to make breakfast for Draco.

Once done in the kitchen, he cleaned everything up with a quick flick of his wand and placed the food on a tray.

Harry walked up the stairs to Draco's master bedroom, reminiscing as he went. He thought of the first time Draco and Harry had graced those stairs in the heat of passion.

He knocked of the door.

"Who is it?"

Harry heard the grumble from the other side of the door.

"It is me Harry."

He waited for a reply. None came.

"Draco?"

Still nothing. He knocked on the door again.

"Come in."

Harry opened the door, and slid in. The tray magically following behind him.

"I made you breakfast."

Harry set the tray on the side table by Draco and turned to leave.

"Wait, Harry."

Harry turned to see what he wanted. Hoping he was going to ask him to stay.

"Thank you. Can you stay?"

Grinning Harry toed off his shoes and sat on the foot of the bed, eyes never leaving Draco. They chatted while Draco ate. Every few bites, Draco would would give one to Harry.

Draco would watch as Harry would lick his full lips after each bite. Loving the way it made them glisten under the light.

Once Draco was done, Harry scooted off the bed and slipped his shoes back on. Grabbing the tray, he leaned down and whispered.

"I love you. And these next few days I am going to prove it."

Quickly taking his leave, Harry left with a smile on his face.

The rest of the day Harry pampered Draco. Bringing him tea, making his lunch, and having it ready on the back porch. Making sure everything was done, so that Draco didn't have to do a thing.

That night Harry put together a BBQ with lamb kabobs and salad. For dessert they had, green apple pie with vanilla ice cream.

Harry walked Draco to his back sliding door, and placed a quick kiss on Draco's cheek. As he turned to leave, to head back to his cottage he felt a tug on his hand. Turning back to face Draco his mouth was assaulted with his favorite pair of lips. He moaned into the kiss. It was perfect.

Draco pulled away and smiled.

"Thank you Harry for an amazing day."

"I love you Draco. I will see you tomorrow."

Turning away and heading home, the slight wind carried the soft whisper of Draco saying I love you too.

Harry woke up with warmth flanking his left side. Memories flooding his conscious mind of the night before. Every night sense the disastrous date, Draco had refused to let Harry sleep beside him. Not willing to share his bed with someone who cannot articulate his emotions.

It all changed last night.

Harry said his goodnight to Draco and turned to walk to his home. This time Draco didn't let go.

"Come to bed with me." A smile graced Harry's lips, hearing those words.

"Of course." Was all Harry said.

They slowly climbed the steps to the master bedroom and walked inside.

Draco turned to look at Harry. Love brightly shinning in those emerald green eyes.

Draco slowly undressed, and crawled into the bed, Harry right behind him.

Skin on skin, soft warm breath softly caressing their faces as they held each other. Words were not needed, feathery touches spoke the language they craved. Each falling asleep in the others embrace.