Draco didn't know if they had really sorted things out or not; they were lost in each other, wrapped up in each other, and everything between them was right and easy and perfect...except they hadn't spoken of the future once. It was the troll in the room that they were both intent on ignoring, pretending it wasn't there. They were living in the moment, which was fine and good by him except it didn't really solve anything. Not that they had any other options; this was not a problem they could solve, just a situation they had to bear no matter how much it would hurt.