Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters or settings there from; also I do not make any money off of these writings.

Warning – None to speak of really. Boy, boy relationships, some bad language and allusions to sexual acts. Nothing to really worry about.

ANWritten as a little birthday drabble for the wonderful and utterly precious Trulywicked. Just a little bit of fun. Hope you enjoy.

Grovel and Gratulations.

"I'm sorry, come on Draco." Harry rushed after his irate boyfriend into Grimmauld Place, sighing to himself and barely resisting reaching up and rubbing his temples when the heavy front door slammed shut in front of his nose. He pushed it open and hurried inside. "I can't apologize and grovel if you won't speak to me."

A dismissive sniff was all that was heard from deeper inside the house. A deep midnight blue outer robe lay discarded on the floor. Damn, Draco was really upset with him if he didn't even take the time to properly hang his robe in the closet. Clothes were important to Draco Malfoy, he often treated Harry's rumpled robes and trousers as a crime against humanity. So for him to just leave his velvet robe on the floor it really was a big deal and the mere sight of it made Harry cringe.

"Please Draco, it's not like I meant to do it. You know that, it just happened and I'm so, so sorry. Please just talk to me." Harry pleaded as he took off his own coat and slung it over the back of a high backed wooden chair. Walburga would have had a conniption if her portrait had still been on the wall. Harry heard the slamming of cupboard doors in the kitchen and walked across the bright, cheery hallway to get there. He should have known that's where his boyfriend would go. Whenever Draco was upset he went for the Darjeeling red blend…Tea could soothe any ache, along with a cinnamon biscuit or two. Harry almost smiled. His Draco was almost ridiculously British at times, not that Harry complained.

This was not how Harry wanted to end his birthday, he had hoped for lazy loving sex and maybe even some cuddling. Not having to grovel to a boyfriend who could hold a grudge like no one else. This time it was all Harry's fault too, he couldn't blame it on anyone else.

Harry leaned against the door jamb in the kitchen, watching Draco get the kettle ready…Without magic…Fuck! Not a good sign. He took in Gray trousers, a silky, silvery cashmere sweater and dishelved hair, like Draco had run his hand through it repeatedly. The usual surge of warmth gathered in Harry's stomach. Draco was fucking gorgeous, sex on legs, beautiful and Harry still had to pinch himself in the mornings to make sure it was real. That he really had the snarky bastard as his own. "I really am sorry Dragon."

Blazing mercury eyes turned on him and Harry almost felt the urge to shrink back. "I don't think I was asking for a lot." Draco's tone was posh and clipped. "One night alone with my boyfriend, one. I braved weasels, lions, werewolves and mutts for you all day. I played nice, complimented mother Weasel's food, held my tongue when little Ginevra couldn't seem to let you go after that friendly hug. I laughed at all their jokes…Most of them I might add were of when you were going to dump the ferret and enter a real relationship…So very funny but I did my part, I played nice and was a good little boy all fucking day. I always share you Harry, with your family and your friends and the whole bloody world…I don't mind it, really I don't but I asked for one night, one night out of the whole year to be just you and me and what do you do? …You fucking fall asleep on me."

Harry cringed. He didn't have an excuse, it was true, he had fallen asleep. After the extravagant birthday dinner at the Burrow Draco had taken him back to London and to Harry's surprise he had set up a romantic carriage ride through Hyde Park. For Draco to even touch something muggle, much less arrange it was a testament to how much it had mattered to him.

Harry had come off a sixteen hour shift at St Mungos and though his friends and family were the best people ever they weren't exactly quiet and restful. Once that carriage had started to roll, the horse's hooves clapping soothingly and Draco warm and safe and comfortable against him Harry's eyes had just slid shut on their own. It wasn't that Draco was boring or that he put his friends above his boyfriend. He was just so bloody tired. Because he was Harry fucking Potter he had to work thrice as hard at the hospital, to prove both to patients and his fellow healers that he actually knew what he was doing.

"I really am sorry love, I didn't mean it. It was a wonderful thing, what you did and of course you weren't asking for too much." He took a cautious step forward and mentally cheered when Draco merely narrowed his eyes slightly. "I have the day off tomorrow and I promise I'll be all yours. We'll block the floo and set the wards so not even owls or a single patronus can get through. It will be just you and me."

Draco held his gaze and after an agonizing wait his eyes softened to swirling silver again. "You are such an idiot Potter."

Harry breathed a breath of relief at the insult…They would be okay. "So you keep telling me."

"I never did get to give you my present." Draco fished something out of his pocket and tossed it to Harry before he turned his back to fix his tea.

Harry's seeker reflexes were still there and he caught the small box easily as it zoomed towards him. His heart started to pound against his ribcage at the small velvet box. He cautiously flipped the lid open and looked down at the simple, elegant platinum band resting against the velvet of the box.

"Is this? Do you-?" Harry found he didn't have any words.

Draco scoffed. "You're an idiot but you're not stupid, you know what it means. I want to show your friends and the whole fucking world that you're mine. That this [i]is[/i] a real relationship and that I'm in your life to stay." Draco's voice was as soft and posh as usual but Harry noticed that his hands were shaking slightly as he lifted the teacup to his mouth.

"Fuck yes." Harry replied. "Yes on all accounts. I love you ferret face and you're stuck with me forever." Harry lifted the ring out of the box and slid it on his finger.

"Love you too scarhead." Draco's smile was like the sun and Harry surged over to him to catch his lips with his own. Kissing him like he wanted to crawl inside him and stay there.

"Happy Birthday Potter."

"Thank you Malfoy…For making it the best one ever."

"Of course. A Malfoy excels at everything."


"Lead the way."