I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. IT ALL BELONGS TO J.K ROLLING!
This story is slash. Don't like it, don't read it.
Hey everyone! Thank you so much to those who review, you know who you are. You guys really came through for me, eleven reviews for chapter three! Let's try and do the same thing for chapter four, that would make me really super happy.
I had a few complaints that I need a Beta reader and now I have one. So everyone give huge thanks to SwayPippin! Any and all mistakes you still see are all my own.
Now on with chapter four!
Harry's POV
It took another two long weeks before Draco finally told Harry his health had improved and he was now free to be up and about and explore the house if he wished. Harry was relieved to say the least; he was going insane with boredom just laying there. The snow had melted a week before and Draco went back to work leaving Harry with run of the house.
He spent almost all of his time in Draco's study. The first time he'd visited the study, he hadn't had enough time to look at it properly, but looking at it now he saw the book shelves that covered almost all of the walls from ceiling to floor. Harry had dug into several of the books with bliss when he first discovered they were there. Draco had books on almost everything, and since the blonde was gone all day Harry was welcome to everything.
Though today was different, after a week of reading Harry had finally got bored of it and was now wandering around the house in search of something else to do with his time. It was Friday; Draco would be home Saturday and Sunday to entertain him. The up stairs had held nothing of interest to Harry so he had moved to the downstairs, looking in all the doors that he had left unexplored so far.
He came to the last unknown door, opened in and peered inside. To Harry's great surprise there was a television on the far wall with a large, black leather, U shaped couch in front of it. Harry walked around to the front of the leather couch and sat down, it was kind of fluffy and really comfortable. Looking down to the stand that the huge television was sitting on, he saw several game systems which sparked his interest. The Dursley had never aloud Harry to play with Dudley's games, and he'd been in the wizarding world which didn't have electricity.
Remembering that Draco said Harry was welcome to anything he pleased, he turned on the television and one of the systems. It turned out to be a type of racing game which Harry enjoyed very much, spending the rest of the day playing.
Draco's POV
"There you are Mr. Robertson. Remember to get plenty of fluids and lots of rest." Draco gave the old man a smile and pat him on the back.
"Thank you so much Dr. Malfoy."
"It's no problem at all." Draco escorted the last patient of the day out the door and sighed with relief. It was only three o'clock; he always closed early on Fridays. Grabbing his coat he addressed the nurse still there. "Thank you for cleaning up Marie, have a good weekend."
"You too Dr. Malfoy."
Draco stepped out of the warm office into the horrible cold of the winter. Shivering he pulled his coat tighter around him and started his walk home; he only lived about five blocks away. Half way home he stopped at an empty alley, thinking about how he'd found Harry in the same alley just three and a half weeks ago. Walking again, though slower, Draco smirked. The raven haired man had really grown on him in the small amount of time they'd been in each other's company.
Harry had an incredible sense of humor, and a great personality; but what bugged Draco was knowing there was something that Harry was not telling him. Draco had tried to question Harry as to how and why he ended up in that alley to begin with but Harry always managed to get out of explaining the situation. Draco frowned a little. He knew that what Harry was hiding, was hiding for a good reason, but he really wanted to know what that reason was, and why he was hiding from the other two of the golden trio. Those three had been inseparable in school, it was odd to imagine them turning on each other.
Without even noticing the blonde had arrived home and was already opening the front door. It was quiet inside and Draco went straight to the study taking his coat off at the same time. Expecting to see the raven haired man in here just like very other day this week his heart rate sped up a little in nervousness when he was no where to be seen. He threw his outdoor clothes on the back of a chair and thought hard.
Draco walked out of the study and heard a grunt of frustration from down the hall. Walking towards it he silently laughed at himself realizing Harry must have found his game room. When he first moved into the muggle town and discovered video games Draco had played them all the time in his free time and was pretty good at it.
The blonde opened the door slowly careful not to make a sound; he wanted to observe the other man just a little. Harry was sitting in the middle of the couch playing one of Draco's racing games. The raven haired man was almost bouncing with excitement just before he crossed the finish line, jumping in the air giving a whoop of excitement at winning. Harry was in the process of turning around in his little victory dance when his eyes landed on Draco's smiling face. He stood stock still, as his face turned several shades of red.
"I see you found my game room" Draco said still chuckling at Harry's display.
"Yeah sorry." Harry dropped the remote to the couch, and dropped his eyes to the floor.
Draco entered the room and sat down on the couch grabbing one of the extra remotes.
"I'll race you." He said smirking. "But I'll warn you I'm good."
A smirk appeared on Harry's face worthy of a Slytherin.
"Alright you're on!" Hopping back onto the couch, the two men spend the next two hours playing around and racing on the video game. In the end Draco did win and Harry blamed his loss on Draco having more experience. Draco chuckled as Harry's stomach gave a loud rumble. Draco looked at his watch in surprise.
"Wow it's already 5:30. What do you think we should have for dinner?" Draco watched the other man.
Harry fidgeted slightly with his hands, "It doesn't matter, what ever you want is fine."
Draco smirked, he fully intended to take advantage of this. "Okay then I'm taking you out to dinner."
Harry gaped at him and spluttered, "What? No, that okay we can just have something here."
"No. You said we could have whatever I want and I want to go out to dinner." Draco gave the other man a small smile. "You'd better get dressed."
Harry looked at himself for a moment, blushing wildly. "I er… I don't have anything to wear."
Draco paused in his retort knowing well that Harry really didn't have anything to wear.
"Then I guess you'll have to wear something of mine." Draco snickered at the way Harry's eyes widened even further.
"We're not even the same size." Harry stated.
"Harry we're wizards, I think we can manage it." Draco's own eyes widened realizing that he had used Potters first name. He hoped the man wouldn't notice, but it was too late. Harry's breath hitched at hearing it. "Come on lets get you something to wear." Draco jumped from the couch, heading to his bedroom. Harry followed right behind him.
Harry POV
Harry had never been in Draco's room before; he thought it would have been rude to do so during his exploring. The sight made Harry's breath catch in his throat. It was beautiful. All done in black and silver with a huge king size bed in the middle of one wall. Even the carpet was a thick plush silver that felt very good under Harry's bare feet. Draco's head popped out of a door which Harry assumed was the closet.
"Are you coming?" Harry walked into the closet and was once again amazed, but by it's size. It could have bed a bedroom all by itself and of course was packed full of clothes and shoes.
"Do you have enough clothes Malfoy?"
"A Malfoy never has enough clothes." He grinned at the raven haired man before reaching up to one of the racked and pulling down some black trousers. He tossed them to Harry then pulled down an emerald green silk shirt. This too he tossed to Harry and then grabbed him a pair of black dress shoes and some socks.
"There you go, now go get ready. I'll meet you down stair in 30 minutes." Harry just nodded and left the room.
Back in his own room he looked at the outfit. It was nice if he did say so himself. Walking into the bathroom he jumped into the shower and scrubbed himself clean. Rinsing himself off he got out and wrapped a towel loosely around his waist. Taking in his reflection he started to brush his teeth and shave his face. He felt good about himself. The years of Quidditch had done him good, he was pretty muscular. His skin was slightly tan even though it was winter; in the summer he tended to get pretty dark. His emerald eyes sparkled with beauty, his raven hair just touching under his eyes.
He frowned wondering what to do to his hair. 'I should do something different.' Grabbing a bottled of gel, he squeezed some in his hands and worked it through his hair. The raven haired man worked on his hair for ten minutes before he was satisfied and wondered why he had never done this before. He had pushed all of his dark raven hair into a ridge in the middle of his head with just a few bangs still in his face. He thought it looked almost like a small messy mohawk.
Realizing he had little time left to get ready he threw on some old spice after shave and left the bathroom to dress. Putting on the clothes he realized how much taller the other man was. The trousers were going under his feet and the shirt sleeves covered his hands. He chuckled at his appearance before using his wand to make the clothes fit to him better. Slipping on the shoes he checked his appearance one more time. 'Damn I'm one sexy bitch.' Harry smirked widely at himself and left the room. As his foot hit the last step, his mouth fell open as Draco came into view. He was dressed in the same clothes he'd given Harry except one change, instead of green, his shirt was silver. His shimmering blonde hair was just as perfect as always, and he had a wide smile on his face showing off his perfect white teeth. 'For the love of Merlin he looks like a bloody sex god or something.'
Draco's POV
Draco could have sworn he felt his jaw hit the floor upon seeing the raven haired man. The black slacks clung to him perfectly; the emerald shirt was the perfect color for his
eyes and skin, and the hair. Draco had never seen his hair like that before but it made him drool. 'Circe that has to be the sexiest man I have ever seen in my entire life.' Draco did nothing but stand there and splutter.
"Malfoy are you okay? You look like you just got obliviated." Draco quickly tried to compose himself; this was not how a Malfoy acted.
"I'm fine, Harry, you look great. I mean…Potter." Harry blushed but continued to stare into the silver grey eyes.
"Thank you, but, I like it better when you call me Harry. And you look good yourself." This comment made Harry blush an even darker red, making Draco smirk.
"Okay then you call me Draco, and thank you." 'Well I would call this an interesting start to an evening.' Draco's signature smirk widened. Wasting no more time Draco dragged the other man form the house. Harry nearly tripped being yanked down the steps. Draco opened the garage to reveal a black BMW.
For the second time that night Harry's jaw almost hit the ground. "Bloody hell Draco! Why do you walk to work when you can drive this!"
Draco shrugged. "Walking is good exercise." The blonde chuckled hearing Harry mumble under his breath about something along the lines of Draco being out of his mind. The two men hopped in the car and we're on their way.
The car ride had so far been in complete silence, and Harry for one could no longer take it. "Where are we going?"
Draco looked almost startled as if he had forgotten Harry was even there. "An Italian place called Johnny Carrino's, it's my favorite."
Harry did nothing but nod and let the ride continue in silence not able to find anything else to talk about. Upon arriving, Harry got out of the car quickly unable to wait any longer to eat. He hadn't eaten at all that day and his stomach was tied in knots. Harry groaned when he saw how many people were waiting to be seated. There must have been ten other groups before them. Draco winked at him and walked up to the girl at the podium. They laughed a bit and then Draco motioned for Harry to come along. The young woman brought them to a table in a quiet secluded area and took their drink orders before leaving.
Harry turned to Draco. "How did you get us in so quick? There were a ton of people waiting."
Draco gave Harry a smirk. "You just have to know what to say I guess."
The concept was dropped as they looked through their menus. When a waiter returned with their drinks they ordered. Harry ordered lasagna, and Draco ordered chicken parmigan.
They ate their meal mainly making small talk about their Hogwarts days and finished off their meal by sharing a warm fudge brownie topped with ice cream for dessert.
Harry pat his stomach in content, blushing furiously when he realized Draco was watching him. He mumbled "What?"
Draco gave him what Harry could have sworn was a small smile. "Nothing. I was just making sure you were done."
Draco paid the bill and they made their way to the car. The ride home was yet again an almost uncomfortable silence. Draco pulled into the garage and looked over at the raven haired man, his head was leaning back on the head rest. Draco gazed over his features, he was beautiful. The moonlight spilling over his handsome face was striking. He wanted nothing more than to kiss those tender lips. Just to get another taste of the boy who lived. It was getting cold in the car now and Draco decided it was time to wake up the sleeping man and get him inside, he had to push his thoughts to the back of his mind, this wasn't the time for such things.
He shook Harry's shoulder gently, "Harry, come on lets go inside."
Harry grumbled but eventually got out of the car, barely opening his eyes as he did so.
Draco opened the door and ushered Harry inside. Just as Harry seemed to almost trip over his own feet, Draco grabbed him by the hand and guided him up the stairs to the room he'd been using.
Harry seemed much more alert now. "Thank you for dinner."
Draco chuckled and took a few steps closer. "It was no problem at all." He told him and moved yet a little closer still. 'I took him to dinner; maybe he would let me sneak a kiss. He let me get this close already.' Draco pressed his lips lightly to Harry's and gently pushed him against the door to his room. When he didn't resist Draco tried to deepen the kiss, wanting to explore every inch of the boy wonders mouth. He licked Harry's lip begging for entrance but Harry turned his head away breaking the kiss completely.
Draco thought if Harry's face became any more red, he could pass as a member of the Weasley family. Yet when he spoke, his words weren't cruel at all, "Thank you again for dinner."
With that, Harry opened the door behind him and stepped in, closing it directly in Draco's face.
Draco turned quickly and headed for his bedroom thinking "Well at least he didn't get angry."
There's chapter four for you. Now give me lots of those inspirational reviews that I love so much.
