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Chapter 6

Harry woke up and suddenly realised that it was Tuesday. He didn't expect it to come so soon, but still it was not soon enough. He was a bag full of nerves and impatience. His own bearable level was way too high. Last night he merely fell asleep, thinking and planning every detail regarding his date with the blond. Yeah, he was going on a date with the blond and he felt utterly amazing.

Thanks to Hermione, Harry knew exactly where to take Draco. Even if she left early on Monday, she managed to leave a note, gently pinned by the door of his bedroom. Thankfully it was wrapped in some gray paper, shrivelled at the eges, making Harry breathe relieved that no one could have seen its contents. In the morning, this very September morning, when Harry came down to the kitchen, his usual tea seemed the sweetest, despite the fact that he was alone, silence didn't overwhelmed him. Ms. Weasley was outside, in the garden, while everyone else was at work.

Harry didn't have to worry about work. He was a self-employee, his work there when needed. Harry secretly worked for the Ministry of Magic but being who he was, he couldn't afford his name to appear everywhere and everytime. He did detective work, the Minister's himself most reliable agent, Harry Potter. He was at good terms with Kingsley, his best counselor, but this was top secret, nor Ron and Hermione could know. They weren't prepared to know that Harry has so much power in the Wizarding World. Besides, his cover was way too good for someone to suspect something: auror Harry Potter, the best in their tiers.

The dark-haired man was anxious. Since his date with Cho Chang, in the fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry didn't attend any other date. Firstly, because with Ginny (when he was with her) was all different. Being Ron's sister, they were around each other every day and every holiday, so he never considered he might need to go out with her like that. With her was nothing, Harry spoke in his mind. He didn't fancied that much kissing Ginny or simply being with her, so he decided to break-up with her two years ago. Everyone was devastated, except Harry. They all have expected an announcement of their wedding, not the very opposite. Secondly, Harry didn't want a date with any other girl because he had so many doubts regarding his sexuality. He never discussed this theme with nobody until he decided to confess Hermione. She was open-minded and Harry thought she will understand. She did.

The dark-haired man knew what changed his own opinions about that. The reason was Draco. Only him, his former enemy, which doesn't seem to bother about making his life unbearable sometimes at Hogwarts. At first, he decided to stay cool and not let his feelings overwhelm him, but nothing was too true of too false or too anything when he was face to face with Draco.

This Tuesday morning especially, Harry was unable to control himself, so his body begged for a very cold shower, icy perhaps, just to push thoughts about the blond out of his mind. He didn't feel exhausted, not the slightest, even if he slept just a few hours, waking up in the middle of the night to get rid of one specifically embarassing wet dream.

After this long "morning memento" while drinking his Earl Grey, Harry decided it's about time to tell Ms. Weasly that he was heading home.

"Home, sweet home", very true, tickling his senses. Harry coughed a little bit, in order to make Ms. Weasley attentive and almost quoted what he had to say. This was a "must have" now, because his mind dreamt every instant.

"OK, Harry dear" she sounded worried. "Come again whenever you feel like it" she added nodding her head towards him. Harry nodded in response and turned on the heels, ready to gather his belongings. For a full week he had been standing here, so to help with preparings for the wedding. By the way, this suddenly brought him in mind every image with Ginny trying to be affectionate and speaking so sweet when they were left alone (situation which occured a dozen times, because the other's efforts), that Harry felt like he would soon puke.

With a slow pop he was home. True home. His house was like a lost one, little fortress, very powerful wards, in the middle of nowhere. Nothing that could be reached, not if you haven't been accustomed to the wards. Harry wanted to be alone more than anything, but Ron's or Hermione's occasional visits were always a reason to cheer up. Not that they didn't go out, like old times. When they all were free, they usually hit Hogsmeade, as they used to in school.

ARGH! He was pathetic! Not any single thought could keep his mind away from Draco and their date tonight. He planned, for the first time of the evening, a dinner, a quite romantic one, because he phoned the restaurant (which was a Muggle one, to avoid any press and as Hermione suggested) and booked a remote table, somewhere more quiet and not in everyone's eye. Harry knew it was a fine restaurant, which Draco was supposed to like.

Harry also knew that the blond didn't visit any special part of the Muggle London, so he decided after dinner to take him through the city and perhaps to a Muggle entertainment park, if they hadn't run out of time.

The clock on the wall advised Harry that it was 10 o'clock and he started planning his outfit for tonight. He climbed the stairs to get in his room. There the first thing he did was to open the window to let in the fresh air. Harry longed for fresh air. He made a habit to let the window open at night, but this week he hadn't slept in his chamber so now the air was not soft and thin as he wanted it to be. He opened the wardrobe picking up one pair of black trousers which he knew fit him well enough. They'll do the trick, Harry thought. Now...a T-shirt, kind of hard, because he knew Draco loved ``all-black`` outfits, but Harry was not that much into it. So, demanding a little help from his magic, he poured some green and silver into the all black cashmere sweater he had chosen and the also black leather belt. After their change, all the pieces seemed like a complete puzzle. His fine sweater had now his "V" neck type drenched in a strap of green, with a thick silvery lace running through its substance. His belt was in a gray tone, changing like silver in the light, matching perfectly the trousers.

Harry sat on one side of the bed and demanded himself why hadn't he put the date at 6 o'clock, so then he didn't have to wait so long (not a big change indeed, but Harry felt desperate) . Useless, so many hours, the man felt his body sinking slowly in the sheets to take a nap.

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The light shot strongly in one single place, making Draco's head sink deeper into the black sheets. He would know when when breakfast is ready to be taken due to one loud ``crack`` announcing Winky. Then he will slowly try to rise himself up and move his body to the shower, trying not to over-react in using his body products, fact which after could give him an unnatural parfume while walking. Maybe, because he had a wet dream, he will try to wank himself off to get rid of his hard-on and then, after other long few looks in the mirror, he will be ready to dress and go downstairs to have breakfast.

But today was no other morning. Today was his date. His first date after that time when he was in public with Zabini. Now, he hoped Harry won't be too willing for one first date, because he would certainly mind having their faces on the first page of the Prophet the next day.

Draco had chosen his outfit yesterday; to be sure he won't skip anything or forget something of value. Black never fails, he spoke yet hesitantly to himself.

This morning Draco's head was full of mixed emotions and feelings. Surprisingly, the thought that it was too soon to go on a date after his break-up with Blaise never crossed his mind. But, there was one thing which Draco could not resist to ask himself: Was Harry Potter gay all along? It seemed sureal for the dark-haired man to invite a Malfoy, absolutely not Draco, to take dinner with him. So, there surely should have been a catch.

Reluctant, the blond was eating his breakfast, while Narcissa eyed him with one of those motherly glances. He felt an enormous urge to bury his whole body again in the sheets, because the time passed so slowly and seven o'clock seemed like an age apart.

About 1 PM, Draco took his jacket and was ready for a walk, his usual walk on the fields near the woods. September was now in his full force. The Manor appeared in the peachy old sunlight like a castle from a dream. Clouds were giggling up in the skies and the light was blessing. Draco had his eyes glued to this landscape, facing the house which was his sweet hiding ever since he opened the eyes for the first time. An instant passed, one flash crossed the sky and Draco's mind was again focused on her task today. Yesterday, the whole afternoon, he tried to supress every single thought of how the date would be. He really didn't mean to dream about the moment because the moment could be his then. He naturally knew that Harry will make things perfect, but, even so, he just had one simple dread: how will he behave? He prayed not to make a fool of himself, to act how he was supposed to and he wanted for merely one time time in his life to leave all the "Malfoish" behaviour, to be just Draco.

At 6:45 PM Draco sat in the drawing room, while his mother was stroking his hair and whispered soothing words in his ear. Her baby was nervous like he wasn't before in his whole life. His knees were shaking bitterly and his palms were pressed hard on the forehead, sustaining it. Draco became more nervous, bitting his lips enough to force the blood to pour, until Narcissa decided to offer him a coup of tea. Draco didn't accept it, mumbling something about short visits to the loo and peeing too much.

Now, his face was all flushed and reddened. He was that impatient, checking his wrist watch every five seconds. The blond knew he could not be able to accept another disappointment and hoped Harry won't be so foolish to ruin their chance.

The dark-haired man took one hand of powder and Flooed the Malfoy Manor. His voice was like crap, he thought. Too much fucking emotion...

"Malfoy Manor?"

Here we are, entertain us, I feel stupid and contageous, Harry sang into his head the last song he listened about an hour ago, while he was sitting on the sofa, simply counting the minutes. At first, his hope was taken aback by all the silence and his heart ached. All of a sudden, a warm female voice made its way through the Floo and his brain.

"Yes. , perhaps?" the voice asked with a curiosity beyond normal limits.

"I... yes. Can I come? I'm looking for Draco Malfoy." His voice sounded totally like shit. Damn, I can't be that dumbfounded every time I say his name. Where is the Gryffindorish courage? He scolded himself mentally.

"Mr. Potter, will you please come already? My Draco is waiting for you" the woman voice said again with a calm which Harry admired.

Then the dark-haired man snapped... He was talking to Narcissa Malfoy. Draco's mother was nothing like he had expected her to be, he realised when he finally put the foot in the drawing room.

Her long blond hair, reaching her waist and the blue eyes made her appearance even more spectacular than the natural beauty she had beyond any doubt. No wonder his Draco was such a ``chef d'oeuvre``, it was in his genes.

"Good evening!" Harry snapped again, this time finally regaining his voice. He took Ms. Malfoy's hand and kissed it, looking straight into her eyes. He saw trust there and was enough for him to know that she accepted his interest for her son.

Draco stood still, unmoved on the black leather sofa, measuring Harry's silhouhette as he was approaching with an unsecure bright smile.

"Ready?" he asked softly stretching one hand towards Draco. Of course he expected the blond to take his hand, but it was like too much all of a sudden. Maybe not... his calloused hand stretched back in a rather circular strange movement.

Later he regretted his little attempt when he saw the expression on Draco's face, throwing tiny poisoned daggers from his gray eyes.

Draco wanted to touch Harry's hand, why had he taken it back? In the blond's head was now a hesitant silence which he haven't foreseen either. Suddenly, back to the present, he met Ms. Malfoy's look and snapped ready to speak. It was his very turn.

"Yes, I'm a Malfoy. We're always ready" he answered sarcastically watching the quizzical expression on Harry's face.

"Good. We can't use the Floo" he advised when Draco went over there, ready to grab some powder, "what we need" Harry continued with a malicious tone "is Side-Along Apparition. Hope you like surprises, because you'll now let's say receive one" he smirked, adjusting his now trembling voice, but Draco was already next to him. Harry was glad to notice that no other mean remark occured or other "Malfoish" feature which Draco really really needs to expose when in public.

Ms. Malfoy was smiling to her ears, Harry observed, and gave Draco strange pair of looks, which the man could not interpret as good or bad. He gave Draco a quick glance just to admire how much good taste he had and how much attention he gave to his outfit. Harry knew Draco loved black, but he wouldn't mind a bit of colour.

His thoughts were all supressed when one soft squeeze seized his arm. Draco tried a smile and actually smirked at his mother over the shoulder. Harry answered squeezing even harder and concentrated on their place to Apparate. It was a street drawned in darkness, with a light blossoming at the end of it, where the central road showed a boulevard of a Muggle city.

Draco couldn't believe his eyes when they came out from the darkness (both regaining their posture after one Side-Along Apparition) and saw the big lights falshing in front of them. He never had seen a Muggle city at night before, so all the light was like from a huge "Lumos" and people like ants marching and talking and acting like an army. A few high towers were raising ahead, human grasshoppers changing coulour in the light they provided. Full of green and blue flashes, like traces, shades of colour covering like a web, Draco thought.

"This is Muggle London, Draco" Harry started smiling. "Weeell, a very small part of it. I hope I didn't make a mistake by bringing you here..."

"No, this is perfect..."Draco stood marvelled "...you know, I've never been to Muggle London like this before, I mean on this kind of occasion. I'm glad you managed to think something right for the first time in your life, Potter" he laughed, suddenly changing his tone from sincere to sarcastic again... fact which annoyed Harry.

"Draco, please" the dark-haired man began catching his gray eyes in a delicate moment and using a forceful look "don't act like this. Why do you have to be like this always!"

Draco felt creepy and empty somehow. He certainly succeded in annoying one man he truly cared just because he was all too Malfoy to admitt he really felt something for him. Potter was way too sincere and it almost hurt him to recognise to himself that he was sarcastic just to keep his usual Malfoy behaviour, like a mask. He didn't know what to answer. Instantaneous his body felt heavy and his head started trembling. Harry eyed him expecting an answer, but Draco's mind went blank.

He stared at the man in front of him with an urge to fall on his knees and wait to be embraced, encircled like back then in the woods, with no need or will to escape or being released.

With his eyes lost in gray circles, Draco felt his hand grabbed with a softness he could not describe with words. Harry's fingers were caressing his pale ones, which glowed in contrast. The blond could not supress a smile while the man's hand squeezed his hand tight, in no need to talk or do something else. There was a mutual communication which was perfection for Draco.

They started to walk on the golden street, mirrored in flush light, but Harry let go of his hand. He now knew he hadn't gone too far, knew Draco loved his way to see things. After one minute of walking they stopped in front of one expensive restaurant. Draco was sure it was expensive because of the curtains, chairs and tables and the Frech dishes he saw on some tables, which he knew by himself, were not that cheap. Small candles at every window and on every round table, each having a vase with beautiful flowers in the middle, the atmosphere was a cosy one, even if everyone seemed lost in their own world. Harry opened the door for Draco and giggled satisfied when the blond smiled, his eyes completely swimming in joy. They were led to their table by a very attentive and good-looking waiter and Draco noticed that it was a separate one, and there was nobody around them. It seems like Harry payed something besides to have this place quiet and undisturbed for us... Draco thought.

"I didn't expect you to actually follow what I've said in the letter" Draco spoke his mind aloud. "It is beautiful here. Thank you" he added simply proud of himself for having this inner strength to tell Potter this.

"I'm happy you like it in here. Posh, I must say, but if you feel good, that's all that matters for me" Harry measured him with his green eyes.

"All my life my parents could afford the best for me so I'm more than used to all that. Really, Potter, posh?. I know you have money, Potter, but I think you care too much for the others to spoil yourself, just sometimes."

"This ``sometimes``, Draco" he put the accent on his name while eyeing him "can become a very nasty ``always`` if we aren't careful. I brought you here firstly because you asked to and secondly because Hermione said it's a marvellous restaurant. If you had left it up to me, I would have taken you on a picnic in the middle of the night. I like things to be natural and this is beyond natural for sure. And please" he smiled his sweetest smile making Draco fight with a blush "please don't be like a peacock when you want to sustain your opinions in front of me. Just be Draco, I want to get to know you sometime..."

This really hit me... and a picnic in the middle of the night... it would have been like my dream, my own personal dream. I can't behave like a Malfoy anymore if Harry keeps being so sweet and squeamish around me. He really wants to forget and I am soon going to cover my erection with that wisp of flowers in the vase, Draco spoke in his head unaware of the fact that the waiter had been asking his order for at least three times by now. Finally, he worked his way back to reality and spotted something French of the first page of the menu... some duck or God knows what, he was not able to think right at this moment and he certainly couldn't remember the name of the dish with all this pressure. Harry chose red wine for them both and gave him a questioning look when he started to pick on the waiter.

Draco is utterly possessive, by all means and nature Harry assumed and this was not far from the truth.

During their dinner, Harry stood amazed by one specific giddy look which lay on Draco's face. He was swallowing small amounts of food at times, every gulp carefully in a weird balance and never forgot to watch the other man simply fluttering his eyelashes, often while taking small sips of wine. Harry became suspicious of the fact that Draco may want to seduce him or something like that. He remembered Ginny moving her eyelashes like that and controlling every tiny part of her body to work on a perfect balance and for one purpose. Draco was doing mostly the same things, but this male version was the best for the dark-haired man and he decided he loved it until it reached the point when he blushed. At that moment he became a little unsure of his capacities, the blond shouldn't be able to make him behave so... childish, like a teen! Near dessert, Harry became widely embarassed and stopped looking cautiously at Draco. They both ordered ice- cream and Draco was making quite a scene.

"So, Potter, why you invited me after all? And why this date?" he asked with a charming voice, completely licking one finger which apparently was caught in ice-cream.

Harry stalked his pale finger being touched by one pink tongue and his lips doing the movement, forgetting, of course, the question which Draco put seconds ago.

He is doing on purpose, I can tell for sure. Oh, Draco, don't be such a prat! He sighed mentally.

At the other side of the table Draco was swallowing hard the air in front of him just to don't start moving his lips. He was aware of the fact that now Harry was thinking about him. He was mean, he knew it, but why so much ado if he gets what he wanted?

"Because I like you. That's why." Draco heard clearly Potter's answer despite the mist in his brain, which was trying to asimilate the information and it was not so easy. Being at the heart of someone was a felling which the blond had not experienced thoroughlly only now felt nearly alien.

"Can we go now?" he found himself asking with his new watered eyes. He truly hoped Harry won't have any questions, because for him the dinner was no longer important and the restaurant was the worst environnment due to his emotional state. What mattered the most was the awestrucking reality, in which Harry said he likes him.

Harry lowered his head and made a quick sign to the waiter to prepare the bill. Their dessert was high time gone and he lusted to get out in the cold air. His fantasies went too far, approaching a bewildered tone which had damaging effects on his stomach: he felt butterflies in there, how strange and rare at the same time.

The two men continued their way on the boulevard after leaving the restaurant, Draco simply following Harry by instinct. His eyes were attached to the sky, which was painted in stars, shaded with a pale rose coming from a flushed light up one central building, a sky-scrapper. Draco felt strange again. Both of them were watching the sky, no speaking, no holding hands, no nothing. Draco began wondering if Harry was that shy or just was bored. His mind refused the very thought, but it seemed like a possibility. How sick can I be sometimes, really? The blond could not stop himself and asked with a stranguled voice, thoroughlly rubbing his nose:

"Are you bored, Potter?" his voice was little and he could not say more. Harry stopped thunderstruck in the middle of the street and just a few people were passing them, because the time was close to midnight and this area was quite remote, but beautiful to watch because of the lights springing from a few blocks away. Harry grew redder and redder, then started to blush a lovely pink tone and then, bitting his lips to exhaustion, grabbed Draco's hand covering it with his both palms.

"Do you realise what you just said? Or are you bored, perhaps ... !" he spat out confronting the other's face.

Gray eyes were like confessing to the sacred. No fear, no evil, no nothing, just Draco and Harry's heart started pounding faster and his love closer to her true acme. Wanting Draco to say something, Harry put one warm palm on his chest and said looking straight into his eyes, with a calming tone:

"I even don't know if you feel something for me or about me when you see me, but all I know is that I want you to. Can we... you know... meet again?" his voice slipped at the last sentence, which came out in flashes, between gasping for air.

Draco frowned. He never expected to hear this. Was like the most beautiful invitation for a second date he ever received. No, he was not going to be a total git and let Harry believe he hesitated or had a single doubt. His eyes vaguely reached one dark corner about ten metres ahead, linked with other secondary street. He kept his mouth shut and dragged Harry there. Oh, he wanted so bad that it hurt, to place his arms over his neck, to stroke his crazy hair, but he stood tamed, an unknown fear for failure encircling him. Um... now... the answer, oh yes!

Harry observed every movement and was about to giggle loud enough when Draco lugged him in the darkness. He could only see his gray eyes sparkling, like diamonds in the night sun. Should he take the lead again or wait...? His senses were excited at the prospect in which Draco tried to remedy his mistake.

"I..." the blond started, but his courage suddenly increased and his lips were a heartbeat away from Harry's neck, lingering there with their warmth. He positioned his mouth to his ear and spoke slowly, yet fiercely.

"You'll come and pick me up tomorrow at 4 o'clock. I want to take you somewhere...let's say secret" he whispered while sensing Harry's breath ache in surprise and his muscles contracting. His chest was pressed on Draco's chest, whose warmth made him shudder and his knees started an easy tremble.

In a flash Harry gathered himself and knew what to do to show him. His chin lowered a little bit, his face turned rapidly and he touched Draco's lips with his own... not too much, just for three seconds, as long as he needed him to crawl on his knees to beg for a true kiss.

"You bet I will" he said leaving these words like swollen traces on Draco's lips, his feather like touch causing the blond a serious brain-stopping. He now was falling in a daze, pieces of him wrapped and stored for Harry to discover. Then the man disappeared with a big happy pop.

Harry Potter disappeared and left Draco Malfoy with his eyes closed, lips parted and face flushed. His body was no longer under control, still pressing the now thin blank air and his hands were still trying to gain courage for claiming Harry's neck. But Harry disappeared.

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Author's note: *chef d'oeuvre- masterpiece (from French)

Hi again after a long time!

Time really passes slowly when it's summer and you are somewhere in one village and have nothing to do besides listening to music, watching TV (when there is something good to watch) and playing cards. Of course there is work, but thank God for the high temperatures when we have to be more careful.

I was lazy enough to write just one chapter while I was like trapped there, so I am sorry... for my laziness.

Hope you like this chapter, I don't know how it came out in the end because I didn't have time to check it thoroughlly, so again please bear my mistakes.

REVIEW and keep reading! Love ya all!

Awicca