Something To Go To Dinner For… ByHPFangirl71

Harry arrived at Hermione and Ron's cottage just ten minutes late. He'd had quite a time getting away from Draco. The blonde had been determined to waylay him and even after their brief shag had not wanted to let him go. He'd finally left with the promise to awaken him in a most pleasurable way when he came home. Draco relented at that and begrudgingly watched him as he took the floo to his present destination.

He found Hermione in the living room waiting for him. She was sitting on the sofa next to a rather large, rather pink Christmas tree. Harry looked at it with curiosity and Hermione explained that Rose was at stage where everything had to be pink even the Christmas tree.

"Believe me when I say it wasn't my idea to give in to her. You have her father to blame for that… Ron literally spoils that child!" she said in an exasperated voice.

"Well, I rather like it! Your Rose has exquisite taste and I can't wait till I actually get to meet the little darling."

"I too can't wait for her to meet her Uncle Harry, its so good to have you back in our lives."

She wrapped Harry in her warm embrace and it actually felt like old times as he returned the affection.

"Where's Ron?" he questioned.

"Oh, he's in the kitchen. We have another unexpected guest… hope you don't mind."

"I suppose not. Who is it?"

"His name is Orion Mayfair, he and Ron used to play Quidditch together for the Cannons. Ron bumped into him the other day at the joke shop, so he invited him to dinner."

Harry entered the warm kitchen. Ron was deep in conversation with a rather dark haired man. Harry's breath hitched when he looked up. The face was that of a very handsome fellow indeed. Long, shaggy, raven locks framed a rounded face with deep set, beautifully, dark eyes you could quite literally swim in. When the young man smiled, it set off a matching pair of dimples that made his face all the handsomer. Harry had to give himself a shake as Ron made their introductions.

"Harry Potter… well, Ron has told me so much about you."

His voice was melodious, tinged by what seemed to be a slight French accent.

"I'm afraid I can't claim the same since Ron and I haven't kept in touch much, but I'm sure its still a pleasure to meet you." he replied as he smiled up at the tall, muscular man.

Hermione ushered them all to the table, where the food was getting cold due to Harry's tardiness. She had prepared a feast of Roast Pork, Broiled veggies, and even chocolate cake for dessert. Harry imbibed in several glasses of Red Wine and the conversation seemed to be equally intoxicating. He didn't know why he was so physically attracted to the man sitting beside him but he was… He felt a great stabbing pain of guilt overcome him as he thought of Draco. Why would he be feeling this way? Especially when he had a perfectly attractive fiance waiting at home to be shagged mercilessly?

Perhaps it was a purely physical attraction… It had to be, he was happy with Draco and wanted no part in another. This man was strikingly different from his lover at home, both physically and in demeanor. Hermione and Ron seemed oblivious to Harry's uncomfortably mixed feelings. They were just having dinner with two old friends. They were content catching up on each others lives. Harry talked of his home in Louisiana and Ron questioned Orion about his former relationship with some male model. Apparently, it had been in all the papers. Harry actually found himself more intrigued by Orion when he found out he was also gay.

Where had this man been hiding? Why had Harry never encountered him before? Why did he even care? He and Draco were preparing for a long, happy life together… Harry decided to just enjoy himself, the night would be over soon and he'd probably never see this Mayfair character ever again. At least that's what he guiltily told himself as he laughed at one of the handsome man's many jokes…