Harry woke the next morning feeling refreshed and excited for the upcoming day. He had dreams revolving around the tall muscular man he met yesterday. Strangely enough he couldn't shake the feeling that he had met the so called 'stranger' before. He brushed off those ideas and went about getting ready for the day. Once finished with his morning ablutions he headed towards the kitchen and was greeted by Remus and a plate full of breakfast. Sadly he had to reject the bangers and mash from Remus and continue to prepare for his meeting. 'I will not call it a date' harry thought adamantly, 'I don't even know if i like men yet, but he seems to be an exception.' Harry was so caught up in his internal monologue that he did not hear Remus ask him a question.

"Sorry i spaced out for a minute, what was that you said Remus?"

"I asked where are you going all dressed up to?" Remus sipped his tea and looked quizzically at Harry over the rim.

"Oh... you know just out...to see the sky and stuff... " Harry tried desperately not to look at Remus settling on the table in front of him. While harry fiddled around with silverware on the table Remus looked at him with a mild sense of confusion and awe.

"Harry do you have a girlfriend, were gonna have a long chat if you are serious about this person." Remus looked serious about having the talk like a proud parent. Oh what the birds and the bees story brings to people.

"No!... no, nothing like that. I just never get out I don't even think I've seen the side walk across from here." he hoped Remus believed his explanation and wouldn't ask any more questions.

"Okay well I'm leaving now ... bye!"

"Harry... wait" Remus looked concerned and ready for a long winded conversation. "I know the ordeal at the beginning of summer really spooked you, and you may feel like you will never have a chance with someone. Just know that prostitutes are not the answer." Remus paused and all through the house was dead silence nothing moved. He smiled broke the awkwardness "So, do you have enough money for this excursion of yours?"

"Yea, thanks ill see you later Remus" harry rushed out of the house and onto the sidewalk nearly tripping on the door sill. The hot July air permeated his clothing and made him start to sweat.

"Well this is no good i don't want to get there all sweaty," since harry had made it to Diagon alley he decided to do a cooling charm on his body. "Well now, that's better." He continued his trek through Diagon until the restaurant came into view. He was ten minutes early but he decided to grab a table for two anyways. Except when he walked into the small Indian restaurant he saw a familiar face sitting in a booth and staring out the window next to him.

"How many, sir?" the receptionist broke harry out of his musings.

"There's no need i see my party over there," Harry made his way to Floyd taking into account how handsome he looked. His hair was freely flowing down his back , a fitted dress shirt in a navy blue that contrasted well with the paleness of his hair enveloped his well defined torso and chest.
"Hey there Floyd" Harry was in awe when Floyd turned his face toward him he looked better than he looked when he met him in the bathroom, which is saying something. His grey eyes shone with an unnatural gleam that no drug could impersonate. "He gazed at harry with a sense of relief, a small grin upon his face.

"Hi, Harry how are you today?"He stood up to greet harry and usher him into the booth. Which in effect gave harry the time to appreciate, 'that which his momma gave him.. ahem', the nice cut of his pant suit.

"I'm fine and yourself?," he looked down to hide his blush. To say that harry was a bit shy was to say that sharks only want to nibble on meat.

"Great now that I have your company, you look impeccable by the way." Floyd said everything with sincerity and unlike others without a lewd glint in their eyes.

"Thank you, you look really handsome as well," Harry felt on fire from embarrassment but mostly from the scar acting up.'humm i wonder if it flares up when I'm attracted to someone?'.
Luckily for harry the waitress came to distract him before he needed to excuse himself to the loo.

"So what will it be today?" the waitress asked looking at Harry with a star struck expression. Harry had been so caught up in Floyd that he hadn't even taken a peek at the menu. floyd saw the hesitance as well as the overtly forward waitress and intervened.

"How about i order for us?" Floyd had grabbed Harry's hand in his and looked at the waitress."we will be starting with the aloo chat, he will be having the khashi makhani and I will have the lamb vindaloo, to drink we will have pineapple juice. Does that sound alright to you Harry?" he gave Harry's hand a squeeze and looked into his eyes.

"Yes, that sounds perfect," Harry said with a breathless tone. Floyd hand felt cool and heavy on Harry's. Eventually Floyd had to let go of his hand to make room for the food and harry felt bereft without it. After the appetizer they ordered a couple of drinks and harry walked out of the restaurant a bit tipsy.

"So harry what did you think of our first date?" Floyd asked Harry

"Well... I was really nervous to sta ...ohhh," Harry had stumbled on a wobbly cobble stone but. Floyd had caught him around the waist and hauled him up. "Are you okay?" Floyd asked right next to Harry's ear to close in proximity to the scar which was throbbing like mad.

"Yes" harry squeaked, he was trying to make Floyd let go of him before the situation progressed any farther. "You can let me go now Floyd I'll be more careful."

"I don't know, I think my little cub needs to be looked after better" Floyd's voice had dropped to a nice rumble that sent shivers down Harry's spine.

"No really I'm fine Floyd," harry was fighting a pointless battle that he had lost before it even began.

"Well if you really want someone to do something you should at least call them their proper name, right Harry?" Floyd's arms had tightened, molding Harry's back on Floyd's chest.

"Wh...what are you talking about ? I have been, you told me your name was Floyd" Harry was frightened and aroused at the same time.

"Well i might have changed it to suit my purposes, and to see if you would remember me" at this point Floyd had gotten extremely close to Harry's ear and whispered "My name, it's ... Fenrir" he then decided to suck on the scar he created. Successfully making Harry's knees buckle. 'oh what have i gotten myself into'.