Chapter 2

That prick! How can he kiss a girl in front of his class because they wanted to know how you kiss? He must be pretty good- ah no no no! Don't think about that.

Harry sighed and then shook his head, hoping to lose those thoughts. This week had been hell.. First Ginny and Hermione visited him and took him shopping. After defeating Voldemort and turn 17 he got access to a freaking huge mountain of money… They had then stolen ALL his old clothes, making him walk around in his new ones. The braver students would make lewd comments but after a small hex or two they stopped. Then Draco started to look at him weirdly. Like a desperate animal or something. Then another student tried to kiss him, which ended with the St. Mungo's (for the student…). Of course said student's parents wanted to charge Harry but after getting a big photo of the whole family and him plus autographs they changed their minds… And now Harry was sitting with Lallie Brown's parents in his office. The girl who had been kissed by The Sex God Draco. Lallie's parents wanted Mr. Malfoy to be fired but Lallie refused to testify. Harry sighed again and then held up a hand to stop Shana, Lallie's mother, and her rating.

"Look Shana, I know that a teacher shouldn't kiss a student but it wasn't' like he was forcing himself on her."

"Mr. Potter! Don't you dare to defend that snake!"

Harry sighed but before he could respond Lallie spoke up.

"Mom! Don't call him that! Dray loves me and we're going to get married!"

Three adults choked and looked sharply at the fifth person sitting in the room. A certain blonde man, the Sex God himself. He rubbed his nose and then looked at Harry with pleading eyes. Only to be met with furiously green eyes.

"WHAT? Lallie, you're 12 years old! Draco is 28!"

"So? Everyone knows that he likes younger girls."

Draco snorted but quickly looked away when Shana and Harry glared at him. Harry rubbed his temples and then looked down at Lallie.

"Well Lallie. Look at it like this. When you're 17 and a legal adult he will be 33. You'll get married and have kids when you're… 23-25? Then he will be around 40."

Lallie paled and then lowered her head.

"That's gross." Harry smiled while Greg Brown tried to hold in his laughter. Shana was smirking at a fuming Draco and Lallie just looked sick. After a couple of minutes of talk the family left, pleased with the outcome. Draco glared at a snickering Harry.

"You know that this will come out and I won't be a Sex God anymore?"

"Oh tough luck Drake. Poor thing… Won't be able to flirt with any UNDERAGE students…"

Draco glared at a snickering Harry and then smirked. He sat down on Harry's desk and leaned down so their noses were only inches apart. Harry tried to lean back but Draco followed him.

"Mr. Potter do you- oh."

Both men turned to the door and saw Madam Pomfrey stand there. Harry jumped up and quickly walked up to her.

"What can I do for you Madam Pomfrey?"

"Well the new beds are here, you said you wanted to see them."

"Yes of course. Malfoy if you'll excuse me."

Draco glared at the healer and then stomped off. Tch, OF COOOOOURSE she just had to come! I had him in my hand just a little more and I could have dragged him of to bed. Or just fucked him on the desk.

Still thinking of ways to fuck his prey Draco walked down to his personal rooms in the dungeons.

Saved by the be- er healer.

Harry sighed and then also thanked his lucky star for saving him from… what exactly? It wasn't like he was going to do anything… Right?

Harry shuddered and didn't see Pomfrey's smirk. Soon they reached the infirmary and Harry stopped when he spotted a familiar face.

"Hermione…"

"HARRY!" She ran towards him and flew her arms around his neck, making him stumble.

"Hermione, what are you doing here?"

"Me? Can't I visit a friend?"

"Well yeah, but…"

"Oh fine. Ron and I heard that Blaise is single and I convinced Ron to talk with him at work and then-"

"You what? Hermione…!"

"Let me finish! As I said he's single and Ron asked him over for dinner. And YOU are coming too."

"No."

"Oh come on Harry! You need some action!"

"No thank you. I think I can manage to find myself a boyfriend."

"Harry, your last boyfriend was three years ago. And I set you two up…"

Harry groaned and then pulled away from her.

"Fine. ONE date with you guys and if it doesn't work you'll never bother me again.

"Yes! BUT you have to try otherwise you'll have to go on a second date."

"Fine."

"Good."

"Yes."

"I'll see you at seven o'clock on Friday outside the The leaky Cauldron We'll apparate to London from there." With that she disappeared from the room, leaving a dumbstruck Harry standing there. He looked at a snickering Pomfrey and blushed.

"She got me good."

"That she did Harry." He nodded goodbye and went out from the infirmary.

"That she did."

…Friday 4 o'clock…

What should I wear? What should I wear? What should I- ahhhh fuck it!

With a huff Harry sat down on his bed, which was hidden under tons and tons of clothes. His closet was practically empty.

Why the hell am I even thinking about this? I don't want to be hooked up with the help of Mione and Ron… But Blaise was pretty hot. And those muscular arms…

Waking up from his daydream he stood up and turned to look at his clothes. Something red that lay way to the left caught his interest. He quickly pulled the red fabric out and smirked.

…Friday 7 o'clock…

"Where is he?"

"Calm down Hermione it's… a minute past 7. He probably got a comb stuck in his hair or something."

"Very funny Ron. That was you one hour before the Yule Ball."

"Harry!" Hermione, Ron and Blaise turned around. And stared.

Harry Potter was walking towards them, wearing a red t-shirt and black tight jeans. The shirt fit nicely with his green eyes and the black pants. His hair had the same messy, just gotten out from bed style, which made the outfit perfect. Hermione sneaked a quick glance at Blaise and smirked when she saw him drooling. Blaise was wearing a black silk shirt and black pants. He had the top buttons opened and a white t-shirt underneath which made his dark skin color stand out even more. His dark hair was shining and perfect, making Harry pout.

"Hey Harry. You do look damn hot when you decide to dress up." Harry blushed when Blaise took his hand in a strong grip and shook it.

"Why thank you Blaise, I could say the same thing about you."

"Okay, we're five minutes late to our reservation so let's go. I'll go with Ron and you'll go with Blaise. He knows the restaurant." With that Hermione and Ron apparated away, leaving Harry and Blaise alone and Harry could have sworn he saw two smirks...

"Well then Harry, let's go?" Blaise held out a hand and Harry gently grabbed it and let Blaise pull him close. The by now familiar squeezing feeling before he stood in front of his favorite Italian restaurant. He smiled and tugged Blaise inside the foyer. They quickly got a table and sat down. They got their drinks, a bottle of Red wine and started to talk. Mostly work and Hermione studying to become a Healer and Harry found himself enjoying the evening. Blaise was polite and made him laugh several times. While they were talking Hermione and Ron shared a look and smirked. Then Hermione looked at the clock and smiled. Just then Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy walked inside. Draco scanned the restaurant and froze when he saw a certain ex-Gryffindor sitting with his two best friends and Blaise Zabini. And Blaise was leaning back in his chair, letting his arm rest on Harry's chair!

"Draco, what's wrong?"

Draco looked down at Pansy, his only friend who was a girl. He knew that she liked Blaise and that Blaise liked her too so why was Blaise sitting there, looking like he and Harry were together?

"Draco!" He jumped and looked up and saw Blaise wave his hand. He nodded and then started to walk over to them, an arm around Pansy's shoulders. Hermione saw how hurt Draco looked when he saw Harry and Blaise sit together. And she had seen the confused look Harry had had in his eye, if only for a moment.

"Potter."

"Malfoy."

And so the most interesting dinner is about to take place…