Am I Too Late, Potter?

Draco Malfoy pressed the bottle to his lips, drinking in the bitter, yet seductive liquid down his throat.

He looked around the bar, looking, not for anything in general, but he wished he could.

The pain of it all, was unbearable in the least, wondering if it was all over, or if it had just begun, Draco sighed and took another swig.

The door of the bar opened and Draco turned to see who it was, not like he cared or anything. Just an old hag, who sat down and ordered a Firewhiskey, not unlike Draco.

Draco wondered if she had lost anyone in the war, like he had himself. The pain still stung as he thought about it, but he quickly pushed it into the back of his mind, all the while trying not to cry about anything stupid.

Not like it was stupid or anything, he thought as the bartender handed him another one. He thanked the man and looked down at his hands.

The ring still was quite shiny. Although it was nearly, what was it now? about 20 years old. He pulled it off his finger and played around with it when the woman next to him spoke.

"That is very beautiful, Draco, very beautiful indeed." Luna Lovegood smiled and Draco nearly dropped the ring in surprise.

"Lovegood? What is a woman of your...fine culture doing here? Aren't you married to Longbottom?" Draco slid it back on to his finger and she nodded.

"Yes, and we are quite happy, unlike some of our friends." Draco cocked an eyebrow, and she continued, "Poor, Poor Harry really, Ginny ran off with some Frenchman, and he has been alone for, about 16 some-odd years, I guess."

Draco looked down again at his pale, long fingers. He saw the ring on his finger and let the memories finally fall over him.
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Draco stood there as he let tears fall freely down his face, his 16 year old heart couldn't take this, not now, not after everything he had lost, he had to loose the love of his life too.

"Draco," Harry said slowly, "I love you, you know that, but if anyone ever found out about us, it wouldn't just be me at stake." He pulled Draco in his arms, who put his head on Harry's chest. 'If all ends well, Draco, I promise you, that I will marry you, I promise, okay?"

Harry pulled Draco's chin up with his finger, looking into those green eyes, Draco melted. "Okay, if all ends well."
                                                                  ~~~Draco felt the tears fall down his cheeks and he looked at Luna. "Where, where is he, Luna? Tell me!" He couldn't control all of his emotions falling over him.

"Outside." She said simply, Draco jumped up, forgetting his coat, despite the December cold, and ran outside.

"Damn, it's cold." Harry said, that was what Draco heard, the second he walked out, he smiled at the man's voice and he walked up behind Harry.

"So, I hear Weaselette ran off, I thought you two were going to get married." Draco smirked when Harry turned around swiftly at the sound of Draco's voice.

"Yeah, well, she found someone better, I guess." Harry kept his head down, trying not to catch Draco's eye.

"Do you know what you put me through, Potter? Lonely nights, Tear filled eyes, my own personal Hell, without you, did you know that?" Harry shook his head. "Am I too late, Potter, hm? to take up your offer, of a house in the country, three kids plus a dog in the yard, and waking up to you every morning?"

Harry looked up, and grey met green, and Harry stepped forward. "Never, do you know what I put myself through, trying to tell myself that I was straight, living a lie, dreams about you, after Ginny left, I first thought of you, but from what I heard, you went off to Germany." Harry was nose to nose with Draco who smiled shyly.

"It was to clear my head, after you left." Harry slipped an arm around Draco's waist, and pulled him towards Harry's body, slowly. "It's freezing, you do know that?" Draco put his head on Harry's chest, thinking about how he used to sleep like this only two decades ago.

"Draco," Draco looked up, "Is it too late? To start over, to get married, have a family, after all, we are 36, and well...." Draco put is cold lips to Harry's.

"It's never too late."