A/N: To all that have reviewed, once again thank you! I really appreciate it. And to the person that said my story was cringe worthy…I'm sorry if it made you cringe in a bad way. I know that I'm not that great of a writer…of maybe it was a good cringe (?) I don't know. And to the person that thought the phone conversation was un-realistic I apologize for that. I'm doing my best. :/ I'm not really used to writing things like this.
Now on to Chapter 4.
Phone Fantasies – Chapter 4
Harry had told Hermione about his 'conversation' with Malfoy and what he was planning on doing later that day. Of course she put up a fuss saying that it was like their sixth year all over but he promised to be careful and keep her updated on what happened.
He was going to go to lunch at his favorite Italian restaurant that was coincidently very close to Malfoy's flat. If Harry was lucky he would just bump into the man.
He stood in front of his mirror taking extra care in what he looked like and then his face fell. He had not even seen Malfoy in years and he was already trying to make sure he looked his best. This wasn't even a real date, there was no scheduled meeting Harry was just hoping to conveniently see the man and while it was unlikely it didn't stop him from going.
Two hours later, Harry could be found browsing the shops in downtown Rochester where Malfoy supposedly lived. But he kept telling himself that he was only there for lunch. It wasn't quite noon yet and he wasn't too hungry either so he decided to look around, he had always enjoyed shopping. Harry shorted to himself what man enjoys shopping unless he is gay? I should have figured it out sooner he mused.
After stopping at a Café and grabbing a quick coffee Harry entered the town's used book store. He loved books, not quite as much as Hermione but he was an avid reader none the less.
As soon as he entered the scent of musty books filled his nostrils. Most people would have been disgusted by the smell but Harry relished in it. He always loved old books especially the ones that looked used; you could tell the reader had enjoyed the story over and over again.
He browsed through shelf after shelf until he found himself in the Sexual Education section. Harry had definitely not planned on being in that section but before he could leave a book caught his eye titled: Every Man's Guide to Male Satisfaction.
Harry blushed and quickly started walking away but had a second thought. There really wasn't anyone else around…so he supposed it couldn't hurt just to take a peak inside.
The raven haired man snatched the book off the shelf and began to read.
Harry wasn't that surprised to read about all the interesting things that men could do together. There really wasn't that much difference between doing it with a man or woman.
He continued to scan through the text book and decided to buy it; he was a little embarrassed about his potential purchase so he pulled his wand out and muttered a quick concealment charm. To any other Muggle it would look like a common cook book.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of blond hair and his heart nearly skipped a beat. He snapped the book shut and raced around a few book shelves.
"Hey." Harry practically yelled trying to get the man's attention. Finally he turned the corner and there standing in black pants and a dark green cashmere jumper was Draco Malfoy. It was impossible to mistake the man for anyone else. The blond was still as pale as ever, his skin looked like porcelain and god his body was to die for. Hermione was right he looked amazing at Hogwarts and he looked even better now that he was a man.
He's wearing his favorite color Harry mused but quickly stopped that train of thought. Malfoy was looking down at his own book, Harry was sure that everyone in the store heard him shout 'Hey' but it appeared that Malfoy was the exception…he was always the exception.
Harry stood there awkward waiting for the other man to acknowledge him but that never came. Mentally preparing himself for what he was about to do he stepped forward and gave a tentative "Hello?" As if he was asking a question.
"What do you want?" Malfoy snapped without looking up form his current book.
Harry balked, same old Malfoy I suppose…
He tried again, "Er…Hi." God he sounded like a little school girl, this had to stop, Harry didn't even know why Malfoy was effecting him like this but he was nervous, it was the feeling he got when he asked Cho out for the first time.
Malfoy gave an irritated sigh, "I said, what, do you want?" But he still didn't look up from his book.
"Malfoy?" Harry questioned.
At the use of his last name his head snapped up and looked into Harry's emerald eyes. His shock was quickly replaced with a haughty smirk.
"Well…if it isn't the Chosen One."
Harry frowned, "Don't call me that, I thought it was you that I saw earlier, I was just coming over to…" Harry knew why he went over to talk to Malfoy but he couldn't tell the other man that.
"How are you?" Harry tried.
Malfoy scoffed. "What is this Potter? You come over here acting like we were always best buds back at school."
"I was just trying to be nice Malfoy, gods no wonder I never liked you, you were an ass back then and you're an ass now."
"I don't do nice, incase you haven't noticed…like you said I'm an ass." He said mocking Harry.
Harry scratched the back of his head struggling with what to say to the man. This isn't exactly how he had planned the conversation to go in his head.
"Well if this nice little reunion is over, I have to get to lunch." Malfoy closed the book he was looked at and replaced it back on the shelf and stalked past Harry to the front of the store. He head the little bells jingle to indicate that the man had left.
Ugh! Harry pulled at his hair in frustration. Malfoy always got under his skin even if he only said a few words. Harry set his book down on the nearest table and raced after the man.
"Malfoy." Harry shouted jogging down the street to catch up with the blond. "Hey Malfoy wait up." Harry tried again quickening his pace so he didn't loose him. "I said wai--"
Draco spun around to face Harry; his cheeks were slightly tinged with anger. "I head you the first time Potter, did it ever occur to you that I don't wan to 'wait up.'"
A few people walking down the street turned to stare and Harry found himself heat up as well. But he wouldn't let his anger get the better of him. He would be the bigger person this time and try to stay calm.
Harry plastered a smile on his face, the one that he reserved only for his closest friends when he was truly happy, "You said that you were headed to lunch, mind if I join you?"
Draco's glare intensified, "Of course I mind if you join me. I don't want to be sharing a table with some snotty little Gryffindor."
"We're not at school anymore Malfoy, come on, were you meeting anyone or did you just plan on dining alone? It's a little sad eating all by yourself, are you sure you couldn't use some company."
If looks could kill, "What's with the 20 questions? I don't need company, I don't need anyone…and I sure as hell don't need you."
"It's my treat." Harry tried, and could visibly see Malfoy's eyes widen in surprise. It was hard to see but if you were used to watching the man you would catch it. And Harry was definitely used to watching.
It was obvious that Draco was having an internal debate on whether or not he should allow some stupid Gryffindor take him to lunch. Truth be told, he was going to be eating alone, but he enjoyed his solitude.
"I suppose…since it's you're treat, I would not be so adverse to the idea of lunch." Malfoy ran his hands over his shirt to smooth any creases, but he was still guarded.
Harry visibly watched Malfoy rub his chest, blushed and turned away. "Great I know a nice Italian restaurant just down the street."
Harry's mind was chatting success over and over again. He did not think it would have been that easy to get the blond to agree to lunch. Maybe his job didn't pay him well like Harry suspected. He smirked, yes it made perfect sense, Malfoy didn't want to give up on the luxuries he had when he was a child but he was obviously pressed for cash. Things were definitely working in Harry's favor.
"I know the place, it's expensive so I approve."
Harry shorted, typical Malfoy only concerned with how expensive or showy something is.
Harry uncomfortably stood there wondering what to do next…sure he had practically asked Malfoy to lunch, now he just had to get the courage to walk. His brain was screaming at him to move but his body was stationary.
"Well come on Potter, I haven't got all day, don't make me regret my decision." Malfoy snapped and started walking down the street, Harry close on his heels muttering "Right…"
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Harry and Draco were seated at a small booth in the corner of the restaurant. The atmosphere was perfect. Despite being the middle of the day the room was dimly lit and there were candles on every table.
Harry spotted the waitress and motioned her over to their table.
"Hi my name is Kelly and I'll be taking care of you today, can I start you off with anything to drink?" She smiled, trying to choose who to direct her attention to. There were two beautiful men sitting in her section.
Harry spoke first, "I'll just have water with lemon."
Kelly gave him a disgustingly unattractive smile, which was odd because she was a very pretty girl; she also racked her eyes up and down over Harry's body.
"Sure." She said obviously turned on.
And what can I get for you, Kelly turned her attention towards Draco, "I suppose I'll have the same." He growled.
The waitress gave a startled gasp and said she would be right back to take their order.
"God Potter, you can't even go to a Muggle restaurant without begging for attention."
"What are you talking about Malfoy, I just ordered some water." Harry really was confused.
"That waitress whore was practically undressing you with her eyes, how could you not even notice?"
"Was she really?" Harry a little excited, not because of the waitress but because of the reaction he got out of Draco.
The blond man rolled his eyes, "Yes, she was Potter…are you really as clueless as I think you are?"
"Um…I don't know." Harry confessed.
"Why don't you give her your number? I'm sure you could get a nice lay out of her, she's not that bad on the eyes."
"Ugh Malfoy no thank you." Harry replied shocked that the other man would even suggest such a thing.
"Why not? Are you all shy and bashful now that you're retired as the Chose One?" Draco taunted.
An idea crossed Harry's mind…he could at least tell Malfoy that he wasn't interested in women. Even though they were not getting along, they weren't really fighting either this date or whatever it is was going a lot better than he had planned.
Harry smiled wickedly across the table at Draco, "Maybe I'm not that interested in her."
"You don't have to be interested in someone to want to fuck them. I mean honestly she's got a nice rack."
Harry chuckled, "What if I tell you that I'm just plain not interested in the entire female population."
For the first time in Harry's live he saw Draco Malfoy speechless. He was always a loud mouth, always had something to say and had to get the last word in.
"Hey Malfoy are you alright?"
"You're a fag?" Draco asked, totally clueless to the fact that he was being so crude; it was very un-Malfoy.
"In so many words, yes." Harry admitted.
Draco snickered, "Well I guess we have one thing in common."
The Boy-Who-Lived tried to act surprised but he was already almost certain that Malfoy was gay. He always dressed so perfectly and he had brought Harry that mind-blowing orgasm. His eyes glossed over just thinking back to last night.
They were interrupted by Kelly who brought them their water and took their order. Harry ordered the chicken parmesan and Draco order the lasagna.
"So Potter, what do you do for a living?"
"I have my own company."
Draco raised his eye brows silently asking Harry to elaborate.
"Oh, well I do a little of this and a little of that, you know…I honestly don't have to work for the money, I do it because I want to."
Draco's eyes narrowed at Harry's choice of words but continued. "Isn't that noble of you, helping those in need, you're always the hero aren't you?"
Harry smiled and shrugged, "I try, what do you do?"
Malfoy briefly looked away but answered, "I work for a…phone company. The money isn't great but it pays the bills."
"Draco Malfoy is working a Muggle job, who would've thought?" Harry laughed.
"Yeah laugh it up, I don't really have any other choice, my mother moved to France and I'm on my own. I can't exactly find a respectable job in the Wizarding World now can I?" Draco snapped.
Harry stopped laughing and nodded, "I'm sorry I didn't think of it like that," Harry mumbled.
Draco waived off his apology just as their food came.
Harry dove in gobbling like usual, while Draco ate slower much more dignified and savored each bite.
"This has to be my favorite restaurant." Harry leaned back and patted his full belly.
Draco looked over at him with a disgusted look on his face, "Honestly Potter, didn't anyone ever teach you manners?"
"I was raised by filthy Muggles so nope." He joked and gave Draco a pointed look.
In Harry's mind their lunch had been almost perfect. Except for when Harry laughed at him for having a Muggle job. There really wasn't anything wrong with that.
"Well I have to get going, I have work tonight and I don't want to be too tired. Thanks for the meal Potter." Draco said and started to get up.
Harry took this opportunity to question Draco more about his job. "You work at night? Why don't you work during the day like most normal jobs?"
Malfoy signed, "This job is anything but normal."
The blond man started walking away again but Harry threw down enough money to cover the bill and followed him out.
"Want to have lunch again sometime…or dinner…or something, anything really I'm not that picky."
Draco looked into Harry's eyes and smirked, "Are you asking me out on a date Potter?"
The other man was at a loss for words, I guess I am looking for a date Harry thought.
"Er…Yes, I guess…I mean only if you want to. It was nice catching up you know…I never got a chance to really get to know you when we were in school, I know that you don't really like me all that much but I swear if you give me a chance I don't think I'll disappoint you." Harry babbled.
Malfoy smirked and extended his hand to Harry just like he had years ago at school but this time Harry took Draco's hand of friendship in his own and smiled back.
"I wouldn't be totally against you buying me something again." Draco admitted.
Harry gave him an award winning smile, "Great, I guess…what's your phone number so I can call and we can set something up." Harry asked.
At the mention of Draco's phone number he quickly changed his mind.
"Uh…on second thoughts maybe we should just leave it like it is now. Two old classmates had a nice lunch together and that's it."
"Wait, wh--"
"Look Potter, I have to get home, it wasn't that horrible seeing you." The blond smirked and walked away leaving Harry Potter once again frustrated.
To be continued…
