A/N: I just want to say thank you to those who have been following the story. This is the last chapter, and I enjoyed writing it. I'm going to miss this Harry and Creepy Malfoy lol. I hope you guys enjoyed the story!

Three Years Later…

"Creepy Malfoy," Ron said in greeting as he sidled up next to Draco.

"Soulless Ginger," Draco muttered back.

"You really need to find something else to call me. It's hardly original."

"Yeah, well, what can I say? I enjoy the classics," Draco said with a grin.

Ron just looked at him for several moments. "You know, I never did thank you."

"For what?" Draco said, bored.

"For everything you did for Harry. Ginny really screwed him up, but you fixed him. You gave him back what makes him…well, him."

Draco looked over to where Harry was laughing loudly at something George said to him. His eyes softened as he watched him. "He deserved better than what she put him through."

"Can't argue with that," Ron said.

Harry had talked Draco into attending a Weasley family dinner for the first time. He hadn't felt comfortable spending time with Harry's ex-wife's family but any discomfort was worth it to see how happy it made Harry. He was just glad that Mrs. Weasley had promised that Ginny wouldn't be there. They had bumped into Ginny a few times while they were out, and it was always uncomfortable. It did help Draco to know how scared she was of him. He hadn't told Harry, but he had promised her that she would eventually pay for what she did. She wouldn't know when or how, but retribution was coming.

Draco was just mostly glad about how right he had been about him and Harry. They complemented each other perfectly. They had disagreements from time to time which ended with slammed doors and silence. However, it was never more than an hour or two before one would seek out the other to make up. Their relationship had been particularly frustrating in the beginning. Harry had never been with a man before, so Draco had gone slowly with him. He had put up with weeks that turned into months of no sex because Harry was a bit squeamish about knowingly having sex with a man. Draco had been particularly irritable during that time. He wasn't used to going more than a week without sex. The wait had been completely worth it to come home from work one day to find Harry in his bed, naked and blushing. It wasn't too long after that, that Draco managed to convince Harry to move in with him.

Draco had been relieved when Harry agreed to move in with him. He had hated the place that Harry lived in. He had told Harry to only bring what couldn't be replaced, and Draco had forced Harry to go shopping for new clothes. Draco was only too happy to spend his money on something he found worthwhile. He had even insisted that Harry add his own touches to their house. That had resulted in a few of their fights. Harry hadn't wanted to spend any more of Draco's money, and Draco insisted that it was now their money. Harry had finally caved to keep the peace, but he had learned to watch Draco's face when he was looking at things. He could tell what items Draco liked and didn't like and made his choices accordingly. He was surprised at how many things he managed to pick out that he actually liked, too. As time went by, they had fewer fights. Harry grew more comfortable with innocent and not so innocent touches. Draco had been pleased the first time he reached for Harry's hand in public and Harry didn't pull away. Now, he could kiss Harry whenever he wanted. Although, he still pouted when Harry would pull away when Draco became too amorous in public. He learned to live with it.

"I think I'm going to go grab my fiancée and see if we can go home, actually," Draco said, smirking. "I think I need some quality alone time."

"Ew, Malfoy," Ron said. "I don't tell you when I want to have sex with Hermione."

"That's because she would kill you," Draco said smugly. "Harry doesn't care."

Draco headed over to Harry whose eyes sparkled when he saw him. Draco leaned down to kiss Harry gently. "You ready? I have to get up early to meet a potential client."

"Can't Harry stay?" George said, smiling gleefully. "I have some new treats that I want him to test out."

"Another time, George," Harry said, chuckling. "Draco and I haven't spent too much time together the past week. We've been busy. I'll stop by in a few days."

Harry and Draco said their goodbyes before heading home. Draco wasted no time in stripping Harry. Harry was laughing as he tried to swat Draco's hands away.

"We just got home, Draco. We're completely alone. We can take our time since you still won't let anyone in here," Harry said.

"Exactly," Draco said, smirking. "There's no one here. No one is coming. We can do it wherever we want," he added, kissing Harry's neck.

Harry rolled his eyes, still smiling. "I prefer our bed to the hard floor. Besides, this floor is marble. It's likely to be cold. I don't want to feel that."

Draco quickly dragged Harry to their room and shoved him on the bed, crawling up to hover over him. "There, now. Happy?"

"Much," Harry murmured, leaning up to kiss him.

When they were done, Draco snuggled into Harry's side. "I love you," he said softly.

"I love you, too," Harry said, playing with Draco's fingers.

"I know I'm three years too late, but I'm sorry."

"For what?" Harry asked.

"Taking advantage of your shitty circumstances. Although, I must admit that I would do it all over again if it meant being here with you now."

"I'm glad you did," Harry said. "Who knows where I would be if you hadn't? Probably living on Ron and Hermione's couch."

"I did make your life awesome, didn't I?" Draco said, preening.

Harry chuckled. "You did. I got to go to school. I have a fantastic job. A gorgeous fiancée…even if he is creepy and arrogant."

"You no longer get to call me creepy since it didn't stop you from asking me to marry you," Draco huffed. "You willingly entered my home, climbed in my bed, dated me, and proposed to me."

"I notice you said nothing about me calling you arrogant."

"Why argue about something that's true?" Draco said flippantly.

"It's also true that you're creepy. You stalked me...for years. You entered my home without my permission and bought exact replicas of almost everything I owned."

"You cannot call that hovel a home," Draco said, scowling. "It wasn't fit for rats."

"It was all I could afford," Harry said defensively.

"Well, no more of that. I rescued you from catching some hideous muggle disease from living there."

Harry rolled his eyes. "I wasn't going to catch a disease. I lived there for years. If I was going to catch something, it would have happened way before you sent for me."

"I stand by my declaration," Draco said stubbornly.

Harry kissed him just to shut him up. "There. No more talking. Let's get some sleep. We have to finish planning the wedding after your meeting in the morning."

"It's practically already planned," Draco said. "You need to accept that my mother has been making all of the decisions because she doesn't like our choices."

"It's our wedding," Harry said, scowling. "Why shouldn't we be allowed to make the choices? She already had her wedding."

"Technically, so have you," Draco said.

"Yeah, but I didn't get to choose anything. It was all Ginny. It was her dream wedding, not mine."

"I tell you what. If you can manage to wrestle control from my mother, we'll choose together."

"Oh, it's on," Harry said seriously. "I'm not marrying you in those girly robes that she picked out."

"They're dress robes," Draco said, slightly offended. "They're the latest in fashion."

Harry snorted. "Yeah, if the latest in fashion is looking like a girl. I may be marrying a man, but I will be damned if I dress like a girl. I want robes that resemble a muggle tuxedo."

"What's a tuxedo?" Draco asked, wrinkling his nose.

"It's what muggle men wear to their weddings. I'll show you a picture tomorrow."

Draco kissed Harry's chest. "All right. You can wear what you want. I honestly don't care what we wear. I just want to marry you."

Harry tipped Draco's head up to kiss him. "We could always run away and get married. No planning. No girly robes. No mother planning every last detail that should be ours."

"No," Draco said, laughing. "I want our family and friends to be there. Plus, I really want the chance to throw some cake at Weasley."

Harry laughed. "Okay, you win. Now, we really need to get to sleep. You need to be up in…five hours. Good night, love."

"Night, Harry," Draco murmured.

Draco had worked hard to get what he wanted, but he finally had it. None of the details mattered to him. He may have apologized for how he tricked Harry, but he really didn't regret it. All that mattered was that he finally had Harry after all these years.