A/N: SO SO SORRY! I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in like forever! So because of that, along with this update, I've written two more. Enjoy people.

The idea for this chapter came to me when I was in a restaurant. Some guy was yelling at his kids and they didn't really deserve to be yelled at, so...yeah.

Without further ado, the next chapter.

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Chapter 11

"Solving"

Draco

Harry had said to be at his hotel by 7 sharp. I had dissapointed him before, when we first started this 'endeavor' as I don't know what we had going on, so I wanted to try to change any stipulation or dissapointments he might have had about me.

Getting ready for a date is not as easy as it sounds. Seeing as...I never really had dates, just encounters. Alright, so I know that sounds bad, but I can't think of anything else to call them. They weren't dates, they were meetings. I met someone and we chatted, had a few drinks, and then...stuff.

Then there was also the problem of Jess. Poor Jess, he still thinks that we are going to continue whatever it is we had. (What is it with me and not knowing what to call my 'relationships?) I think I could've loved him, but love is such a strong word. He did have a way about him to make me feel like I was a tottally different person. Someone who didn't go out to the clubs everynight, and someone who didn't have trouble committing.

Anyway, the point is, I don't know how to prepare for this dinner tonight and I'm really nervous. What if there's more to this than meets the eye? What if this might turn into something bigger than I can handle? Harry is the head of a big multi-billion dollar company, who happened to be buying this smaller-but-growing company out. What of our 'relationship' when he has to go away, or when he becomes my boss?

All these thoughts were really give me a headache. I don't know if I could handle it. But right now, all I need to focus on is getting ready for this date! So...the only problem now is what to wear?

Slutty? Casual? Dominatrix?

I think I'll settle for...Elegant.

I quickly picked out a marroon colored cashmere sweater, and black pants, with a black belt and shoes. I combed back my wet hair and put some gel into it. I mussed it up a little at the top to give me a 'devil-may-care' kind of look. I scavenged through my jewelry to pick out a silver ring with dragons etched into it, and placed it on my right hand ring finger. My outfit deemed complete, I check the time.

It was now 6:30. Seeing as Harry's hotel was on 8th and Riverside, which from my location was a little farther than expected, I decided I had better get a move on if I didn't want to be late.

"Taxi! Taxi!...Taxiiiii!" I screeched, whilst waving my hand frantically in the air. The wind was starting to pick up a little and it blew my hair around a little bit. As a taxi almost rolled by, I slammed on the window and it stopped. Sometimes, it pays to be forceful.

"Hey buddy, watch it."

"Sorry. 8th & Riverside, and step on it."

As the taxi screeched to a halt in front of a tall luxurious building I stepped out slowly and admired it.

"$12.50 pal."

I sigh and hand him the crumpled bills and suddenly, very quickly, find myself in front of Harry's door. Slowly, and carefully, just like I was examining it to find something, I lifted my knuckles to knock, but before I could the door quickly opened, and I was pulled inside and then the door was slammed and I was up against it.

"Well hello to you too." I whisper, as I follow Harry's lust filled gaze with my own, all the while with him bringing his face closer to mine.

"I've missed you." He whispers, face only inches apart from mine.

Suddenly I do not see grown-up Harry in front of me, I do not even see the hotel room, I just see things from my past. Memories of a life seemingly so long ago. Harry getting sorted, Harry declining my hand, Harry with the 'Golden Trio', Harry walking down hallways, Harry giving speech at Cedrics funeral, Harry giving an interview when my father went to prison. And just like that, I'm back again, and he's kissing me.

I don't respond at first, because my little trip down memory lane has left me perplexed, and Harry notices and pulls back with one questioning eyebrow raised.

"Not happy to see me?" he asks casually, although I can see the worry in his eyes.

"What's for dinner?" I ask as I, just as causally, slip underneath his arms and into the room.

"It depends on what you're hungry for." Harry replies, hands on his waist. He's wearing black pants and an emerald green long sleeve that brings out his eyes.

I ignore the double entendre and sit down on his bed, making sure there are no creases in my pants. "I was thinking, that since you chose the restaurant for our last 'outing' that I could choose this time?"

"Sure, if you want."

"Well, I think I'm in the mood for Derchi's. If you don't mind?"

"Of course not. I haven't had Derchi's in quite a while actually. Great little Italian place, serves the best pasta linguini."

"Yeah," I laugh as we walk out the door, "They also make killer waffle fries."

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Harry

Draco's so cute. I hate to sound like such a sap, but I love it when he's excited about something. His eyes light up, and you can practically see the energy flowing from his body. Then of course there's the blush he does when he realizes I've been staring a little to long for it to be a polite kind of staring.

He scrunches up his nose a little bit and then sits back and grabs his wine glass and brings it up to hide his face before asking "What?" with a slight grin. It's moments like this that make me feel like I want to have that forever. Moments like that where my thoughts of him turn unpure and unchaste.

He's more than just a pretty face too. Oh sure, he'll put on his 'But I'm a Ditz' act, but I don't buy it not even for a second. If it's something that I require of anyone I date, it's that they must have an IQ bigger than their waistline. Of course that's probably why I haven't been on many dates...becau se the other person is just looking for a pretty face and a dick bigger than thier waistline.

But Draco...if you're the right person, you can get him talking for hours uninterrupted on things like Art, History, Religion, and you would never have guessed that he could say the things that he does.

"...And I've completely lost you haven't I." He sighs and takes another sip of his wine.

"What? I'm sorry." I blush uncharacteristically. He can do that to a man.

"I said that I was thinking about moving to a different firm in a little bit. I mean, Star Shine Magazine is great and everything but -"

"But you don't me as your boss." I finish for him looking down at my plate.

"No, no I didn't mean that! It's just -"

"Draco, it's fine. I get it. You -"

"Harry! Stop, you don't get it. I just mean that I want to write about different things. My job isn't challenging enough for me. I don't like to do things unless there's a challenge to it. If there's no challenge it isn't interesting. Well sitting there answering letters about how to hook up with a guy you've just met without seeming like a slut, isn't exactly my cup of tea. I want to write about things that matter."

"Uh...Oh."

"But...Now that you mention it, Harry, I think we need to -"

Draco was cut off as a man's voice came across to us from another table a few feet away.

"And don't you EVER disrespect me again! Do you understand me?" He was yelling at his child, the poor thing looked to be about 8 years old and was looking at the floor, ashamed at having been yelled at.

The father shook his boy, so that he was facing him. "I said, Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?"

"Yes Father." the little boy replied.

I looked back at Draco, or rather where Draco was supposed to be, seeing as he was now about an inch away from the man's face.

Draco

That bastard was just sitting there yelling at his little boy when I didn't see anything that he had done wrong. I had a perfectly clear view of their table the whole time and the boy didn't do anything that would upset a normal father. But I know about fathers. My own was a complete asshole, and I too had done everything I could to please him. I guess maybe I could've just let it go, but I just felt so outraged. The mother wasn't even DOING anything. It was like she was in a world where neither of them existed!

"Look here, buddy, I don't know WHAT he did for you to treat him like that, but he clearly doesn't deserve it. I hate people like you." I said, and allowed myself to smile inwardly at the mother's shocked expression. "The government doesn't allow me or any other homosexual to get married, and they're trying their damndest to make sure that we're not allowed to adopt either, but it's people like you that don't deserve these precious gifts. These priveliges and rights afforded to many other human beings except those who are different. It disgusts me how they're so busy hating us for who we are that they don't notice when assholes like you are sitting in public, and treating this child like a particularly nasty insect that has landed in your presence."

I gave a last evil glare and started to walk away.

"Faggot."

Gasps were heard everywhere and I sooo would have gotten out my wand and crucioed him to death, had Harry not been there to grab hold of me.

"Shh. Calm down Draco, Calm Down. We're in Public. I know you want to do the most evil thing someone can do with your wand to him, but please for the sake of wizarding kind, Calm. Down."

I briefly relaxed in Harry's arms, with his hands gripping my shoulders, and then I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. This seemed to convince him that I would, indeed, not do what he didn't want me to do.

When in fact, however, he did release me, I calmly walked over to the man and pulled him to his feet. He was angry, and was about to punch me in the face.

"Prove me right."

He looked confused. "I said, Prove. Me. Right. Prove to the faggot that you don't care what I think and hit me in front of your child. I'm sure later when he's learned the habit himself, he'll know who to thank."

This seemed to only make him angrier, but for the sake of 'proving me wrong' he took a breath and told his wife and child to get up, and that they were leaving.

I breathed a sigh of relief that I hadn't known I held within me and thanked my lucky stars that he hadn't hit me. That some ounce of him cared for that poor child. I could only hope.

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It had been a quite cab ride, and a silent walk up to Harry's building, and finally he spoke.

"Draco...about tonight..."

"Which part?" I asked angrily. Not knowing why.

"What?"

"Which part are you going to fault me for. Just so I know ahead of time. The job, or the child."

"Neither."

I wanted him to have said something else...it was like I was looking for a fight.

"Then what the hell were you going to say?" I asked and ran a hand through my hair.

"I was just going to say something. Anything. I really don't know what to say. I'm happy that you did something for the kid, scared that he almost hit you because he was huge, proud of how you stood up for him and yourself, sad that you might not be working for me in the future, and confused about a lot of things."

"Yeah well...you're not the only one."

"Come on," he sighed, "Let's get these shoes off and get into bed."

"Normally, Harry, a guy says that about clothes before he ends the sentence." I chuckle a little despite the tension, and so does he.

"I always find I do my best thinking whilst laying in a nice comfortable bed."

"Nerds to that." I reply as I flop backwards onto the bed after having taken my shoes off.

"Harry-"

"-Draco"

We both kind of chuckle. Then I roll my eyes a little bit. "It's like we're part of some cheesy romance story Potter." I say using his surname.

"Mmm."

"Harry...there's some things I think we need to talk about."

"I know Draco, I know. So then, do you want to start, or shall I?"

"I will. First of all I need to know what this is." I say, motioning in the air between us.

"I don't know."

I hesitate. "What do you want it to be?"

He just smiles lazily and rolls onto his stomach to reach out and stroke my hair. I hadn't mentioned to him yet that I loved being petted like that.

"I want it to be amazing. I want it to be a relationship. I want it to be a partnership."

"So there's a lot of things you want it to be I get it!" I laugh, "But...what do you call it?"

"Do you have to label everything, Dray?"

"Do you have to avoid it?"

"Avoid what?"

"Avoid calling it anything. It just screams 'fear of commitment.'"

"Maybe I'm just afraid of what to call it quite yet. Because if we label it the wrong thing too soon, and end up being wrong...I just don't want that to happen."

"So..Where do we go from here?"

"I'm not quite sure."

"Wow, you are such a great help."

"Well consider this," Harry went on, as if Draco hadn't spoken. "We don't know what we're feeling, but we know there's something there. So why not just live daily life to the fullest together and see where 'this' takes us."

"Like..."

"Like...a test drive or something." Harry laughs at his own analogy.

"Harry," I say softly and push him onto his back and lay across his chest. "I like that idea. I want to know you. I mean, I know that we're familiar with eachother, but what does that really mean? I don't know what your favorite color is, and I don't know what kind of Ice cream you like, or how you take your coffee, I don't know if you had a childhood nickname, or friends outside of the wizarding world. I just want to really know you, and get to know you, before we go further with anything."

"I know...me too. Don't you think it'll be--"

"Yeah. It'll be painful to talk about it...but what kind of a relationship would we have if we didn't talk about it?"

"Point taken. We can do kind of like a dating thing. Where I choose where we go one date, that'll explain something about me, and you do the same."

"How original." I smirked.

"Take it or leave it." Harry replied nonchalantly, turning off the bedside lamp.

"Alright, Alright, I'll take it. You know, I was thinking about going Dominatrix for this date," I said sleepily, "But you seem to be very authoritative all by yourself."

"Ha, Ha. Night Dray."

"Night," I yawn. "Hair."

And I'm smiling as I feel the slight punch he gives me before we roll over and spoon, and we're soon asleep.

A/N: I'm soooo sorry that it took me so long to get this far in the chapter. I promise I'll be working almost all day on a new chapter and then post it when it's finished.

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-Dark

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