ecorations that would have been used at the end of her own wedding reception, had it not been interrupted by the death eater take over of the ministry, and Luna had said that she would never have something so shiny at her own wedding, that it would attract too many magical bugs that no one in the room had heard of before.

“Don’t worry.” He could feel a head ache swelling up behind his temples. Now that his potions were winding down, he was desperately in need of a project, but he thinks he could have found an easier one. “I’ll talk to her.”

They get home late, after the color scheme had made its final change to colors that were less painful to the eyes, after they had convinced Luna to make an appointment to be fitted for an actual wedding dress, and after Ginny had picked a cake and charged Draco with the task of going to order it. And God help you if there’s a single frosted rose out of place, she had said, which was much less frightening than he might have found it a few months ago but still worrisome.

“Merlin, can you believe all that?” Harry was yanking his jumper up over his head while walking at the same time, and he stumbled over the kitchen chair that he had left pushed out in the entrance that morning, then walking on like he hadn’t. “Bloody hell, there’s so much, and handwritten invitations, lord, I’ll be stuffing all those into envelopes for hours while you write them, won’t I?” His head pops into sight again and he smiles. “Good thing I like you so much.”

Draco isn’t sure why it hits him at that moment, really, but as he’s looking at him, it urs to him that he really had meant what he had said the other night. This, even if Harry really had moved on from being a hero, was enough for him. Even if the rest of the world stopped loving the great Harry Potter, Draco never would.

“I love you.” There is a lump in his throat and he talks around it. “So much. And I don’t —it doesn’t matter to me, what you decide to do, even if what you decide to spend your life doing is something that no one else thinks is important, I’ll think it’s important, as long as it makes you happy. And even on the days where you think you’re nothing, I’m going to be able to tell you different, because you’re everything to me.”

“Draco.” Harry looked sad, and a bit embarrassed. “Draco, don’t.”

“No, let me say it.” Draco takes a deep breath and rushes through it, not sure what he is saying and only that he needs to say something, to make some fumbling attempt at getting his point across. “You say that you need to figure out who you are, and what you want, and you keep telling me that you’ve got no idea what to do with your life, so I’m going to tell you, Harry, I’m going to tell you what we’re going to do, okay?”

Harry just laughs, and Draco kisses him quiet.

“We’re going to get that house you keep talking about, the one with all the light. And you’re going to move there. And you’re going to play in a Quidditch league with Ron on the weekends because you keep saying that flying is the only other you’re good at but refuse to go pro, and you can keep dragging Hermione out of the office for lunch because she never knows when to take a break, and then you can work in Ge’s shop or help Luna with the Quibbler or even just sit in the house and cut up ingredients for my potions all day, anything Harry, just something, something even if it is not enough, because you’ll get there one day, alright?” Draco wanted this to sound true. To make his words make everything okay. To make Harry stop looking for a lightning strike of a revelation and give himself time to rest. “You just have to give it time. We had years to figure out what we want to do with ourselves. You’ve only had a few months. It’s going to take a little bit.”

Harry nods, slowly. “You’ll be with me?”

Draco lets out a breath. “If you want me to.”

“I do.”

“Then I will. Every single day, from now until forever.” It’s a big promise, and in his head Draco is thinking about a future that he was not sure he was being promised, where they both live in this house full of light and he is the one toe home to Harry, where Draco works in an office attached to the side of his house and Harry sort of just has his hobbies but that’s alright, because he has done enough, given enough of himself for a million life times over, and in his head, when this summer ends it is he and Harry who will be standing underneath the altar that Ge is building, not Luna and Ginny. It’s a selfish thing to want, but Draco can’t help it. “You’ve got me.”

“Promise?”

Draco’s not sure why that’s still a question. If he was going to walk away, he would have done it by now.

“Promise.”

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