Draco is not accustomed to being nervous, so the fact that he is positively jittery over this next conversation infuriates him. But all he can do is clench his palms, curl his lip in disgust at the sweat, and press on.
"I was thinking we might take a vacation."
Harry raises an eyebrow over his copy of The Quibbler. "Oh?"
"We both have time off saved up."
Harry smirks. "Well, since you own your company, and I'm self-employed..."
Draco rolls his eyes but refrains from making nasty comments about Harry's career as a wizard bounty hunter. "I only meant that we could use a break."
Harry looks as if he wants to tease Draco some more, but he relents with a shrug. "Sure thing. Where do you want to go?"
"America," Draco proclaims without the slightest bit of hesitation.
This causes Harry to set aside his paper, which is a sure sign that the world is ending. Usually nothing distracts Harry from The Quibbler's Sunday comic strip. "I thought you said America was a barbaric hell hole with no taste in beverages."
"I did," Draco acquiesces through gritted teeth. "And it is. However, there is somewhere I want to go."
"New York?" Harry guesses.
Harry's green eyes, which Draco has grown to find lovely, look positively grotesque as they try to liberate themselves from his sockets. "You want to go to the Midwest? You... do you realize what they do there?"
In point of fact, Draco did not know the difference between Iowa and Texas, but for one very significant detail. "Potter, you great twat, I am attempting to ask to marry you."
Harry's mouth falls open. Draco has never found him more unattractive in his life. "Wh-what?"
"They have legalized marriage for... our kind of people there," Draco explains at length.
"Gay wizard marriage."
"Oh," Harry says, his neck turning red. Draco amends his earlier pronouncement. Now, he has never found Harry more unattractive.
Draco drums his fingers on the table. "Well?"
Draco sighs the sigh of a much put upon man and he wonders why he bothers sometimes. "Will you marry me or not, you insufferable--"
Harry then leans across the breakfast table and kisses Draco so soundly that there can be no doubt what his answer is. After a fashion, Draco lifts his clammy hands to touch Harry's face, but now he is anything but jittery.