WARNINGS: M for a REASON! Slash, Yaoi, BoyxBoy, Gay Romance and Relationships, whatever you want to call it, it's HERE, so DON'T LIKE? DON'T READ! Scenes of a SEXUAL nature. Role play, Light bondage, you know the drill.

DISCLAIMER: I most certainly do NOT own the "Harry Potter" stories, films or any of the franchise, that is ALL accredited to J. K. Rowling and all her crew. Believe me, if Harry Potter was my way, you'd be INSANE to give it to your kids! (And just because my name's CallItInsanity does NOT mean I would do so…OR delude myself that the HP characters etc are ANYTHING to do with me). This is a NON-PROFIT, FAN-MADE, piece of creative expression with no intention of rights or copyright infringement intended.

Right, now that I've warned the haters and satisfied the lawyers, here goes - -

Genre: Drarry

Title: The Date Night Idea

Summary: Sequel to 'A Date Night Epiphany', more sexy compromises plus a little bit extra. M for a REASON

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F.Y.I: Some reviewers said they'd possibly like to see the Healer's reaction to Draco's handiwork in "A Date Night Epiphany", well, I gave it a shot. If you're not too fussed about this bit, just go on forward to Chapter 2 xxx

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"…erm…Mr Potter?"

Harry winced as the Healer inevitably brought up what he'd been saying 'don't ask' about for the past half-hour. "Yes?..."

"I'm sorry, but…what 'happened'?" He indicated to his battered body.

It was simple what had happened. Draco had been kicking up a fuss about date night so Harry had come up with the most amazing plan to make everything better – i.e. a gloriously sensual compromise. As it was, just 'talking' about this plan seemed to work for the blond and as a result he was now covered in frighteningly large bruises and bite marks – a.k.a. date night had been saved. The only problem was, he'd got a physical at the Ministry of Magic which he could 'not' get out of, no matter what he tried (he'd even faked being afraid of needles or something, which the receptionists just 'aww'-ed at like schoolgirls… 'not' a good look for a former Gryffindor). Hence, he was now stuck in a pokey examination room, naked as a new-born baby and presented with the problem of how to explain politely to this Healer that he'd had an 'incredibly' raunchy session with his (newly discovered raging sadist) husband and thus was multi-coloured…

In the end, he just decided to do the decent thing and 'lie'. "Quiddich."

"Quiddich?"

"Um… yeah, sort of." Crap. He 'sucked' at this!

"Care to elaborate?" Harry could detect a hint of an old Potions teacher's glee at Harry's obvious discomfort in the subject. Had the memory of that man not been so painful, he might have taken a little of masochistic amusement from this. However, he was far too busy desperately trying to keep his (already too public) private-life 'private'.

"Met up with some old school friends at the weekend, you know how it is. One thing led to another and before you know it we're blind drunk, batting bludgers at each other and flying upside down on a broken broomstick." The Healer raised his eyes in surprise at the story. Obviously this one had gone down better than just 'Quiddich'. Then again, it would go down better, considering Harry was 'actually' lying… Well, it wasn't a 'complete' lie. He 'had' indeed been in such a position at a weekend, just not that 'particular' weekend… man his stag night had been fun.

"Ah, 'that' type of weekend?" The Healer nodded knowingly.

"Yeah," and sold. "Trust me, you have 'no' idea."

"Clearly," …wait- "though, one more question?" Shit.

"Um, yeah?"

The Healer's sadistic grin was back. "Could you please explain 'that'?"

"Explain wha-? …Oh." The Healer was indicating the very large and very prominent ring around the base of his penis. No explaining 'that' one away… bloody Draco!

Much to Harry's delight however, the Healer's gossip-hunger was quite satisfied with the sight of the mark and the confirmation of Harry's blush, so released the poor man with: "Alright Mr Potter, well I think that will be everything."

Harry let out a heavy sigh.

"Though, a word of advice? Mind those weekends with the boys eh? They look rather, erm… brutal." He wiggled his eyebrows at the poor guy, expecting another gorgeous blush. However, knowing his reputation was going to take a bashing from this anyway (if Reeta managed to get a hold of this guy at least); Harry just shrugged and smiled a little shyly.

"Like I said," he chuckled gently, "you have 'no' idea."

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Oka~y there's that bit. Please let me know what you thought… I'm not the most natural comedian so I'd like to know how I'm doing so far!

So now, if you would like to go to Chapter 2, the smexy compromises come back to haunt us xxx