I have no idea why this took so long i'm sorry i was too fixated on the smut scene i forgot i needed to put something in between. I wasn't feeling like a weeny again just like really perverted hhaha. So the next chap should be up in a jif.

Draco was going to throttle her. Hex her like that time she drunkenly tried to get into his pants back in year four at Hogwarts, after the Yule ball. Her arms were replaced with two tentacles, for a couple of hours. All the while Draco proceeded to tell her that he thought he was bent. Judging by the repulsion he felt when she started grinding her arse against his crotch when the weird sisters were performing. He did however find that having Theo Nott, spank his arse after a good game of quidditch was not repulsive in the least.

Standing by the little podium, the hostess turned and saw the two couples approaching. She noticed a tall red headed man, being dragged along by a woman in a beautiful dress. Then she saw a familiar looking blonde male tugging Mr. Potter along. Happy that she at least got to ogle "The Savior" a bit more for the night she smoothed down her black apron and put on her best smile.

"Hello dear. My Freddy here has made a reservation for three this evening but it looks like we'll be, needing an extra set of silverware if you don't mind" Pansy informed the seemingly over excited hostess.

The hostess kept her eyes firmly locked on the face of Mr. Potter but she nodded to show she understood the instructions.

"Good evening again Mr. Potter I'm so glad to see that you and your friend here have decided to join us for a late dinner this evening." She said gesturing to Draco.

"We're not friends" Draco supplied.

"Yes. They're lovers." Pansy interjected.

"Pansy!" Fred admonished.

She gave Fred a shrug and nonchalantly said "Well they will be soon enough dear. This is their first date."

The hostess's eyes widened. She gasped as she took in the two couples at a totally different perspective.

Draco's grip on Harry's wrist tightened until Harry couldn't stand the discomfort he hissed in pain and said

"Draco, Draco! You're hurting me." He could barely hear what Pansy was going on about between avoiding eye contact with the hostess's eyes that seemed to bore in to his skull and the vice like grip Draco had on him.

Draco forgot he was even still holding Harry's wrist when Pansy uttered such ridiculous words, lovers. Then he clenched his fist to keep from doing any physical damage. Draco would never lay a hand on a woman but damn was Pansy pushing it.

Immediately Draco released his death grip and gently tugged Harry closer to see if he did any damage to his wrist.

"Gods I'm sorry. Let me see."

Being a mind healer he had to go through some other basic training like the healers at St. Mungo's. Turning Harry's hand over, he inspected the inside of his wrist and gently slid his thumb over the small forming bruise. He flinched at the realization that he had caused that, unintentionally of course but still. If they were still at Hogwarts he wouldn't have any qualms about inflicting pain against his arch nemesis, but not here not now. Not after he and Harry had made such progress not only as patient and healer but also from rivals to almost friends. He was going to add a tactful "yet" to his sentence but Pansy had taken his unfinished statement as a sign of resistance and proceeded to beat him in line. This was her game and he would be one sorry sod if he continued to rebel.

Harry had seen Draco many times over the past few weeks, during their hourly sessions, each time getting used to his face. Which sounds odd but honestly that's what he was doing. When a face no longer contorted with a sneer, is replaced with mild amusement and or civil facial expressions, at first it can be unnerving. Like all the little half smiles and good humored eye rolls, at Harry's horrid spellings and mild complaints about life, was all just a hoax for him to let his guard down just so Draco could use the opportunity to make another horrid face at him, filled with revulsion. Harry the Gryffindor he was, is. Slowly but surely gave Draco the benefit of the doubt.

But this, this face was new. Draco's eye brows were drawn together, not menacingly, but more in an observatory manner. Draco was examining Harry's wrist. His lips pressed together with enough pressure to cause the color of his lips to whiten, only to flood with a rush of pink when Draco's mouth slightly opened, as he seemed to come to a conclusion.

"You'll need to put some salve on this tonight when you get home." Draco said, applying a bit of pressure with his finger tips to make sure he didn't harm any bones.

Draco was about a foot away from Harry but because of the eye drops it seemed like Draco's face was directly in front of him. He could see every blonde colored eye lash, every curve and sharp cut of his delicate face, from his lips to his cheek bones. Draco's skin was utter perfection it looked to be so soft, so smooth. And Harry was dying to touch him, to slide his fingertips across every inch of porcelain skin he could get his hands on. He was just so pretty and Harry couldn't help but stare.

"Told you…" Pansy announced smug as ever.

Honestly how was this game going to be fun if they already skipped to staring at each other with unfulfilled lust? They were supposed stumble and fall over one another trying to cover up for all the sexual innuendos and suggestive comments; Pansy was going to throw at them all night, about their forced union. Harry would once again start to look as if he was going to have some sort of panic attack. Draco would seethe in a boiling rage. Fred would look on with horror, while Pansy would shamelessly enjoy the show. It was supposed to be a fantastic night! And they were already ruining it before the hors d'oeuvre even hit the table; she was going to have to up the ante.

Clearing her throat the hostess proceeded to snap the two out of their ongoing reverie. Stepping in front of the group she stood at attention and said "Shall we?"

Leading the two couples, the hostess tried not to show her disappointment. She would have laughed in protest at the words coming from the woman but the way she saw the two men interact was telling indeed. Wishing the best of luck to Mr. Potter and his date she showed them to their table promptly and put forward her best customer service.

"Here are your menus for the evening. Your waiter will be with you shortly. I will fetch that extra plate for you, Mr. Potter straight away, thank you all again for dining with us this evening. If you need anything at all I will be glad to be of assistance." Unable to keep the adorning fan within, the hostess added "It's been a pleasure meeting you Mr. Potter."

Before she could walk away Harry said "Ah, yes. Thank you-", taking a quick look at her name tag he continued "ah Ambrosia. Lovely." Because honestly he knew no one else was going to show not even a modicum manners. Pansy and Fred looked like they were having an intense conversation through telepathy judging by the looks they were giving each other. And Draco looked like he was stuck in some kind of eye rolling repeat mode.

Sat at the booth Harry thought it was a bit curious that Pansy had insisted fervently that he and Draco not only sit across from each other but on the inside of the booth as well. He felt trapped and he would bet 10 quid that Draco felt the same. All part of Pansy's game he thought. After a few minutes the waiter arrived and took their food and most importantly to Harry, their drink orders.

"She's nice I liked her, the hostess." Harry tried, breaking the awkward silence. Fred, seated next to Harry, nodded in agreement.

Draco saw the way the little hostess was making sparkly eyes at Harry the whole time they were in her presence. He thought he had gotten away from seeing Harry in all his glory with pesky fans fluttering about. But he guessed wrong and why did he have call her lovely? She was nauseatingly overly polite, trying to make a good impression. Ambrosia was not lovely and Draco was sure as hell not jealous.

"She's a salad." Draco drawled.

"Sorry, she's a what?" Harry questioned.

"Salad"

Appalled that people still "rated" each other, however odd, Harry was going to let his thoughts be known. "Is this how you rate women or something because that's horri-"

"What? Harry, no. And besides I like cock remember? My sex life was plastered all over "The W" a couple weeks ago. No, Ambrosia is a type of fruit salad that was served to Greek gods. It is also disgustingly sweet." He stated.

"I like sweet." Harry defended.

Snorting Fred said "Yeah! Have you ever seen Harry eat a treacle tart like it was his last meal? If you're trying to get in to Harry's pants that's the way, that is." Clearly not realizing what he had just said until it was just a tad bit late Fred made a confused face and said

" wait..."

Harry continued to laugh at Fred's joke since it was true. The last guy he dated was a baker and had done some really interesting things with jam he made.

Huffing in annoyance at the entire table's idiocy, even Pansy was giggling like a school girl, Draco tried to route the conversation away from tips on how to get in to Harry Potters pants. Draco tried ignoring the part of his brain that said "duly noted".

"Can we discuss something other than sweets and sex you Neanderthals."

"Aw, are you jealous Draco? That your name means the complete opposite of anything so tasty? How about telling him your nick name bestowed upon you by your mother? It is quite precious don't you think?"

"Pansy, don't." Draco pleaded, horrified.

"It's joli petit homard." Pansy pronounced in perfect French. "After spending all those months helping to repair Hogwarts all day, Draco would go home sun burnt and red all over from refusing to put on sunscreen. And as a result his mother would call him, her "joli petit homard" roughly translated in to-"

"Pansy! I swear. Shut up or I'll tell Fred about the hand cuf-"

"PRETTY LITTLE LOBSTER!" Pansy all but yelled over whatever Draco was about to say.

Keeling over with laughter Harry said "is that why you're always obsessively moisturizing"

"Look it is traumatizing for an adult male to be called a pretty little lobster by his mother alright. But I would take that over whatever rubbish they're calling me these days" Draco confessed.

The rest of dinner went fairly smooth until Pansy got bored and made a little comment here and there that would make them choke on their drinks or whatever French cuisine they were putting in their mouths.

Some of the most memorable were "Oh. Draco look at these bread sticks there about as long as your-". "Pans!"

"Harry just wondering would you top?" "Excuse me?"

Fred's death glare at that made her rearrange her sentence quickly.

"I mean would you like to top…..er off that drink there?"

Pansy wasn't dumb she already knew Potter was gay. Freddy got chatty when he was inhebriated. He told her once about a year or so ago how he was a little worried his brother was going to run off with Harry, since Harry had come out earlier that night, and leave him all alone. Though he knew George was just making a joke.

All happily full and some more sloshed than others everyone seemed to have a very amusing time. After the first few questionable comments provided by Pansy the boys were too drunk to take them seriously.

"Well it's really been a lovely night boys but I'm afraid me and Fredikins really should be heading home by now." Pansy declared. It was almost one AM now and she wanted to have Fred flat on his back on her dining room table begging for release by two. She thought if Draco was lucky enough he would be doing the same.

Standing outside of the restaurant Savourer le plaisir, bill paid for by Draco since he was the one that had suggested that they dine at the new restaurant. Of course it was supposed to be only three of them but Draco found he really didn't mind the extra company at all. Especially since said company was staring at him all night like he was just as tasty as their chocolate mousse desert.

"Oh. Draco please be a gentleman and show Harry home he seems quite hammered don't you think?"

"Mmmnot drunk, Pansy! I'm perfectly capable of getting myself home. Fred do you remember where that is exactly?" Harry slurred.

He really shouldn't have drunk all that wine. What was it called again? Chateauu Lator Lilac? Whatever it was called the only reason he kept downing the stuff was because every time Draco ordered another bottle. He would say it with a French accent that would make Harry get a warm tingly feeling at the bottom of his abdomen. His vision would swim when he saw how Draco's lips would pucker and pull when enunciating each word, which was a pity since the eye drops helped him to see every crease on those plump pink lips. It was erotic as hell and he couldn't come up with any other ways to get him to speak any more French other than to drink like some kind of perverted fish.

"Whoa slow down Potter I don't think so." Draco said while trying to hold him up right. "I can take you home, its Number twelve Grimauld place, remember? Pansy, Fred its fine I'll take him."

The look Fred gave him made Draco rethink the former Gryffindor's ability to commit a felony.

"Don't worry I won't harm a hair on your precious wonder boys head." Draco reassured.

Stepping up to Draco so only he could hear him Fred advised "No you won't Draco because there are two of me if you remember and the other one is a bit more fond of him than I am."

Jeez. Draco would have to buy a new set of eye balls cause they must be worn out since he seemed to be rolling them at rapid frequency this evening. One arm wrapped Harry's waist and the other holding on to Harry's that was slung over his shoulder's to keep him up right Draco said "Yes, yes keep your knickers on."

Draco tried not to feel a pang of jealousy at hearing that the other twin took a fancy to Harry. Draco, before dessert made its way to the table, realized that Harry wasn't as straight as he thought him to be. He didn't cringe or throw a fit at the innuendos Pansy was uttering about the two of them. Harry would just brush it off or laugh. At one point Harry started on about how much he liked chocolate and jam. Chocolate because of a late Professor Lupin and jam because an ex baker that knew how to put his delicious spread to good use.

Draco figured that Harry was the type that when questioned about his sexuality he would answer honestly. Harry wasn't the type that would blab about it to some newspaper and hopefully get a cover story. Not that Draco did that but snogging some guy in front some gay wizarding club in London didn't help.

Turning to Harry, Draco told him to hold tight and take a deep breath. Envisioning Harry's address, Draco prayed that he wouldn't splinch them both considering his heart rate began stutter at their close proximity.

Thanks for sticking with me so far i really do appreciate all your reviews, fave, follows, and messages. You guys are great! *Hugs* all around ;). Also Pansy is so naughty...wanting to know who tops and all that good stuff! She wont find out but you will aw yeah! Screw the hugs *vulgar hip thrusts* all around.