A/N: Hello again! :D Sorry for the late updates… School's been busy, especially with my finals looming over my head :( -holds an umbrella-
Thank you for the reviews!! :D I'm giving out Harry robots this time :P I ran out of dolls…
I am glad that I'm not moving too fast with Harry and Draco's relationship. I was worried that I was since Draco isn't fully healed yet. But there was progress! :D
Warnings: Fluff. Sweetness on Harry's part. Shy!Draco
Lol, let's hope Harry doesn't mess up his date with our favorite blond ;-) … I love Thai food! Please excuse my usage of Thai traditions and whatnot… I tried. :P
Chapter 10
The First Date
"Which one should I wear, Harry? The white—" Draco held the white higher, "—or this black silk dress shirt." Draco then held up the black one for Harry to inspect. The brunet laughed and shook his head. Draco puffed out his cheeks and floated to where his boyfriend was sitting.
"I am not going to the restaurant naked," Draco said huffily, "even if you like for me to do so. I want our first date to be perfect."
Harry was smiling stupidly when Draco said he wanted their date to be perfect but then he growled lightly as the rest of the sentence registered in his brain. Harry held out his hand for Draco to take.
"You better not leave this flat naked, Malfoy." Draco took Harry's outstretched hand and smirked.
"Why, Potter, are you jealous that some bloke at the restaurant will feast their eyes on me?" Draco's grin grew wide when Harry blushed, looking embarrassed.
He loved it when Harry became possessive. It wasn't too much, and if it was, Draco would instead feel like he was a caged bird or something. Harry's possessiveness was one of the many ways to show that he loved Draco.
Besides, Draco didn't want to let other men look at his body either. It was for Harry's eyes only.
"You're so cute when you get all angry and start blushing," Draco cooed. "I should get you worked up more often." He laughed when Harry puffed up like a chicken getting its feathers ruffled.
"I suggest you shouldn't," Harry said warningly but then he chuckled, "of course, I can't stay mad at you. I think that if anybody else provoked me, I'll have their skin." Harry made a snarling face at Draco. "As for you, I can tickle you to death."
Malfoy stuck out his tongue at Harry.
Draco brought his hand up—along with Harry's—and patted Harry's cheek softly. "You're not like that. You're just a big softy… Well, to me you are." Malfoy smiled winningly at the brunet. "And remember what I said about you tickling me: No kisses for a month." Harry acted shocked at those words. Draco continued on. "Now, pick one. The white, or black?"
Harry tilted his head and pretended to put a lot of thoughts into his decision. It wasn't until Draco scowled and whapped his thigh that Harry made his choice. He so loved seeing his Draco in all black. It was sexy. The dark color contrasted beautifully with Draco's soft, pale skin and blond hair.
"The black one; it would look great on you," Harry said.
Draco watched with amusement as Harry took the white shirt away and flung it onto their bed. Yes, their bed. Even though Draco only slept on it once, which was just last night, Draco claimed Harry's bed as his. The blond had a feeling he would be sleeping more on that bed than the one in the guest room in the future… He might even move right into Harry's room.
With Harry's permission of course.
:-P
"—co? Draco?"
"Huhn?"
"Draco, love, you've been staring at my bed for awhile," Harry said slowly. Draco blushed and cleared his throat. Harry carefully placed the black shirt on Malfoy's lap. "Are you alright? If you're tired, I can reschedule our dinner reserv—"
"No!" Draco shot out. He smiled sheepishly when Harry arched an eyebrow at him. "Uh… I'm not tired," the blond said reassuringly. "And I know how hard it was for you to get a reservation for the Thai restaurant we're going to tonight. You called many times."
Draco reached behind Harry's neck and pulled his head down. He placed a long, lip devouring kiss on Harry's lips. When Draco pulled back, they were both panting and Harry's lips were deliciously swollen. Potter licked his just-devoured lips; a predatory glint appeared in his emerald green eyes.
"If you keep that up, I might just keep us both here instead," Harry whispered hotly in Draco's ear. Since Draco was sitting in the floating chair, they were leveled.
Draco laughed and shook his head. "We're going out tonight, Harry. It's our first date, remember?"
"Our first date could be in my house, in my room, on my bed," Harry wheedled. "We can even have dinner in bed… See how romantic that sounds?"
Draco smacked Harry's thigh again. "Potter, you really want me naked, don't you?"
"I never said anything about being naked!" Harry protested. He sighed and scratched the back of his neck absently. Draco could see a faint blush traveling from Harry's neck to his cheeks. "I-I don't want you to feel uncomfortable about being with me, Draco."
Harry smiled warmly at the blond; Draco felt overwhelmed from the love Harry had for him.
"I want us to go at an easy pace. I am not going to force you anything, I swear."
Draco was too stunned to say a word. Merlin, he was an idiot for waiting eight damn years to seek out Harry!
"Draco? Draco, say something… You're turning kind of red." Harry was looking at Draco with worried eyes.
"Fuck… I love you so damn much, Harry," Draco blurted out suddenly.
He groaned inwardly for being such a dork. Draco wanted to fall into a hole when Harry continued to stare at him.
Did I scare him?! I shouldn't have said anything… it was too… Draco's thoughts were cut short when…
"Well, I love you so damn much as well, Draco," Harry said solemnly and initiated a kiss with Draco.
It wasn't too early after all.
"This… this is wonderful," Draco said breathlessly, his eyes wide with wonder.
They had arrived at the Thai restaurant, with a name that Draco didn't even bother to try pronouncing. Harry pushed Draco's wheelchair through the door, which automatically opened for them. They were in the Muggle part of the city, so no magical floating chair for Draco.
"Ever been to this restaurant?" Harry asked. Draco shook his head.
"I never really thought of trying Thai before…"
"Well then, you're in for a treat tonight."
Harry stopped before a waitress, who was wearing a traditional Thai dress. The top part of the dress was dark red colored, tight around the torso so that it emphasized the woman's curves. The bottom part was slightly pinkish and the material looked almost net-like. There were also golden silk patterns woven into the red cloth. It was a single-shoulder strap dress and behind the waitress's back was a long lacy looking shawl that matched the color of the dress. Her skin tone was slightly tanned; her eyes were warm and inviting. Draco couldn't help smiling at her when she welcomed them warmly.
"Welcome, gentlemen," she greeted with a slight accent, "did you reserve a table tonight? If not, I'm afraid you both will have to wait."
"I reserved a table under the name Harry Potter for two," Harry informed the young waitress. "I called this morning. I think you personally answered my call; I recognize your voice; you're Melita."
A look of understanding flashed across the waitress's face. She smiled at Harry and took two menus from the podium she was standing behind. Draco's eyes followed Harry as the brunet walked away from him and whispered something to the woman. She nodded with a smile and then Harry walked back to Draco.
"Let's go, love," Harry said cheerfully and pushed Draco along, following the waitress as she led them to their table.
"What did you whisper to her?" Draco asked, curious.
"You'll see."
The waitress led them to a private room and inside was a table set for two. The room itself was decorated with everything related to Thailand and Draco thought everything was beautiful.
"Did you ask her to give us a private room?" Draco asked. Harry chuckled and shook his head in the negative.
"No, that's not what I asked her to do." He turned to the woman and nodded at her.
The waitress walked up to them, walked passed them and stood next to the longest wall in the room. Draco was totally confused to what was happening and Harry didn't seem like explaining to him any time soon. But when the young woman took out a wand from under waistband, Draco was shocked.
"She-she's a witch! I thought we're in Muggle part of London!" Draco exclaimed.
Harry waved for the waitress to do her job. "Let her finish up first and then I'll tell you." Harry turned to face the woman. "Go ahead."
"Mr. Malfoy, your boyfriend had done so much," the waitress spoke softly. "It is very hard to reserve this room. This room is only for wizards and witches to use and most of the time it is booked months beforehand by couples."
"Then… How did Harry… Mr. Potter got hold of it? He just made the reservation today!" Draco asked; he rolled his eyes when Harry snorted next to him.
"Well, this room was initially booked by an old couple. It was their anniversary today…"
"What! Then… How?" Draco was perplexed.
"Mr. Potter here told me that he was taking his boyfriend—" the witch paused and looked at Draco knowingly, "—on their first date and he wanted things to be perfect. Mr. Potter had been here before, but he never brought a date with him.
"Of course I had to tell him that the room was already booked. Mr. Potter kept on saying he wanted to take you here and was sure that you'll love it. So I told him I'll call Mr. Shaloub, the elderly gentleman that reserved this room three weeks ago."
"I was so glad when she called me back, when you were taking a shower," Harry said, taking over the role of explaining to Draco. "Melita here told me Mr. Shaloub gladly gave the room to me. He said the first date is the most important."
"But… then why did she acted like a-a Muggle?" Draco nodded toward the witch.
"It's her job. It's possible that a wizard or witch was dating a Muggle. Unless she was told otherwise, Melita had to pretend she was just an ordinary waitress greeting her customers. This restaurant is divided into two parts, one for Muggles and the other for us magical folks."
"She thought I was a Muggle?"
"Yeah, that's what I whispered to her. I told her it was alright for her to drop her act."
Draco nodded in understanding. "So you didn't know who I was?" he asked the young woman.
"No, it wasn't until Mr. Potter told me that you were Draco Malfoy that I knew who you were. The Malfoy family is quite well known. I know the family by name, not by their faces so I am very sorry for not knowing, Mr. Malfoy," Melita apologized.
Draco shook his head with a small smile. "It's fine. I'm just surprised you're not looking at me like scum under someone's shoe."
"Draco…" Harry sighed. Melita tilted her head and gave Draco a crooked smile.
"Mr. Malfoy, I was already living here when the Second War happened. I had heard that a Malfoy had betrayed the Dark side. Your father was part of the Inner Circle so I knew it wasn't him. Your mother was already gone, no longer living in London. That only left you as the Malfoy. You were the only Malfoy that deflected to the Light; there was good in you." She twirled her wand between her fingers. "However, I am surprised that you remained hidden for so long. Even now. I doubt your father knows you are in England again." Her eyes lowered to Draco's legs. "I know that Mr. Potter had been helping you since your car accident. It was in the Daily Prophet and of course the Muggle news. I wish you'll have a speedy recovery."
"Thank you and yes, Harry's been great to me," Draco said softly. "He was the reason I came back." He looked up at Harry when the brunet squeezed his shoulder.
"You two are great together," Melita complimented. "A perfect match, I say."
"I agree with you. I love Draco more than life itself," Harry murmured; Melita giggled, and Draco blushed brightly. "Anyways, Melita, will you do the honors?"
Melita tapped a spot on the wall and then she moved to the next wall, did the same thing. Once all four walls and including the ceiling, where Melita fired a spell from her wand, were tapped, she tucked her wand back under her two-piece dress.
"Enjoy your evening, gentlemen." She walked toward the door and before she headed out, Melita turned around. "You have five minutes, Mr. Potter." Then, she was gone.
"Five minutes? What about five minutes? And what was all the tapping for? Nothing's different." Draco looked around the whole room. Everything seemed the same…
"Don't worry about that," Harry smiled, "let me get you comfortable."
Draco giggled when Harry did a dramatic bow in front of him before pushing his wheelchair to the table. He planted his elbows onto the table and stared at Harry with eyes that shone with love.
Harry looked at Draco weirdly and sat down; he passed a menu for Draco to see.
"What do you suggest, Harry?" Draco asked while his eyes scanned the menu. "Melita did say you've been here before so you must know some good dishes."
"Do you mind if I ordered for us?"
"No, I don't…" Before Draco could finish his sentence, the whole room shimmered and rippled. "What's going on?!"
"Ah, it seems the five minutes are up," Harry replied calmly.
"What…"
All the things that were once hanging on the walls disappeared. The carpet covered floor shimmered and melted away. But Draco was too busy staring at the walls around him to notice how the floor had turned to look like metal plates. The once dark red walls were now black, like the night sky. Draco squinted and saw things that looked suspiciously like stars.
"Potter, what just happened?!"
Harry calmly lowered his menu and grinned at the scowling blond. "Relax, Draco. This room takes people to one of our most desired places. In this case, it took yours, just as I asked for it to do. It didn't concentrate on me, but you." Harry pushed his chair back and stood up; he went to one of the walls and waved his arm in an arch. "Don't you recognize this?"
Draco wheeled himself away from the table and rolled over to where Harry stood. The scenery did seem familiar… but it couldn't be…
"Harry, are we in Paris?!"
"Not exactly in Paris," Harry said. "The room just gave us the scenery of what one would see if they were on the tip-top of the Eiffel Tower."
"Oh my… So that is Champs-Élysées," Draco mused. "I thought I was imagining things."
"So your desired place is France?" Harry asked; he took hold of the handlebars of the wheelchair and moved Draco back to the table.
"I-I was the most peaceful while I lived in France," Draco said quietly. "I didn't have to worry about people trying to kill me. People didn't know who I was." When Harry sat back down again, Draco reached out and took on of Harry's hands. "I thought of moving back… but that was before I saw you again."
Harry chuckled; his thumb was smoothing over Draco's knuckles. "We always meet in the weirdest circumstances."
Draco smiled shyly at his boyfriend. "I find that I don't actually mind all that much, Harry."
"So what was this called again? I didn't really catch it when you ordered." Draco was eyeing the bowl of soup in front of him. He caught a faint scent of coconut.
"In English, it's 'Coconut soup with chicken'. In Thai, it's called 'Tom gaa kai'," Harry explained; he watched carefully as Draco picked up a spoon and let it hover above the steaming bowl. "It's good, Draco. Don't let the whiteness throw you off."
Draco glared at Harry and dipped his spoon into the soup. He fished out a chunk of chicken along with soup and closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath, Draco shoved the spoon in his mouth. He chewed slowly and then swallowed.
"Hey, it's good!" Draco laughed. "The coconut blended really well with the chicken. The meat is so tender…" Draco anxiously ate another spoonful.
"I'm glad you like it." Harry picked up his utensils and started cutting into his roasted duck. Draco looked up from his bowl; Harry had just cut a piece of duck and was now dipping it in some red sauce.
"Is that curry?"
Harry paused, his fork poised before his lips. "How did you know?"
"Uh… I had Indian take-outs before… and I had curry, but they weren't that red."
"Do you know you're blushing right now?" Harry asked cheekily. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you're scared of me."
"No, I'm not!" Draco protested, but truth be damned; his face felt hot.
Harry chuckled and nodded at Draco's bowl of soup. "Eat before it gets cold."
"Thank you for bringing me there… It was wonderful," Draco murmured.
Harry was carrying him bridal style to the bed. They had been back for almost two hours and Harry had just finished helping Draco take a bath. Now, the blond was all warm and cozy. He snuggled deeper, pressing his face on Harry's solid chest. When Harry chuckled, Draco could feel his chest rumble.
"I told you that I wanted our first date to be memorable," Harry whispered; he dropped a kiss on Draco's forehead.
He walked to the side of the bed and gently settled Draco onto the mattress. Harry straightened Draco's legs; he nodded with approval when he found the limbs weren't as stiff as before. Harry also avoided touching Draco's ticklish spot. He needed Draco's kisses.
"I guess I'm staying here tonight." Draco looked up at his boyfriend with sleep eyes. Harry's own green ones sparkled.
"You're going to stay here, with me, from now on. I don't think you need the other room anymore," Harry said as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "That was what you wanted, right? You know you can just move all the things here. I wouldn't mind."
Draco blushed. "Yeah… I-I was thinking about asking you…" He took Harry's hand and cradled it. "Guess I don't need to anymore."
"No, you don't…" Harry brought his lips to Draco's softer ones.
As long as I can give it, you can have anything.
Draco smiled into their kiss and pulled Harry down, so that Harry was half lying on him.
My heart is already yours.
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A/N: Here's chapter 10! I'm so sorry that it took so long. I kept on updating my Christmas fic. You should check it out if you haven't! :D
Thanks for reading! :)