Harry stood nervously in the Great Hall, shifting from foot to foot as he waited for his boyfriend. Harry hadn't seen the blond since Thursday, when he had been reduced to a practically incoherent mess from the Slytherin's teasing touches and fiery kisses. Draco had had to leave shortly after to get some work done, but not before telling Harry a time and place to meet him.
The Gryffindor had had a minor panic attack on what to wear, but thankfully Seamus had come in just as he was prepared to chuck his chest out the window instructing him in a no nonsense voice to wear the clothes he had promptly handed him.
As a result, Harry stood wearing a dark green button down shirt that supposedly looked great with his eyes, and black skinny jeans that the Irishman teasingly claimed, 'made his ass look amazing.' He had, however, adamantly resisted Seamus' attempts to get him to use hair gel, his friend eventually giving up with a sigh and stating that Harry's hair looked bed tossed enough on its own.
"Harry?" The raven haired teen turned, surprised when he was met with Neville, instead of Draco.
"Neville?"
The brunette seemed just as surprised as Harry, "What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?"
Neville blushed, a deep red staining his cheeks, "Um, Blaise asked me out on a date."
Now that Harry took the opportunity to look, Neville looked really nice. He wore dark wash jeans, tight, but not too tight, and a red button down shirt, somewhat like his own. His hair was a bit straighter than usual, but it surprisingly suited the shy teen.
"Oh, that's great Neville" Harry said, offering a smile, "where are you guys going?"
Neville shrugged with a nervous grin, "I'm not sure, he didn't tell me, but, why are you here?"
Harry laughed, "Draco asked me on a date, I guess Slytherin's think alike."
"Apparently so" came a familiar drawl from behind Harry. Turning around yet again Harry smiled softly at the sight of his boyfriend, the blonde's best friend not far behind him.
"Well, this is certainly a surprise" Blaise murmured, eyes raking over Neville making the other blush. "Ready to get going?" he asked the Gryffindor.
"Um, yeah" Neville said, proud that his voice didn't quite portray how nervous he was.
"Alright, well, we'll see you later" Blaise said, nodding to Draco and Harry before he took Neville's hand and led him out of the door.
"You look amazing" the blond purred once they were alone, stepping up to the Gryffindor and wrapping his arms around Harry's thin waist, leaning in to place a brief peck on rosy lips.
Harry flushed with pleasure as much as embarrassment, "You don't look so bad yourself" he said honestly, eyeing the Slytherin.
The blond wore charcoal gray slacks and a light grey button down shirt over which he wore a sleek black sports coat.
"Are you ready?" Draco asked, wrapping an arm around Harry's waist with a grin.
"Yeah" Harry murmured as Draco began to lead him outside of the Great Hall, "Where are we going?"
The blond smirked, "You'll see"
They walked down the long drive of Hogwarts, chatting amiably with the odd innuendo or two from the Slytherin. Draco couldn't help but love it when a dusting of pink would cross the raven haired teen's cheeks, and hoped that it wouldn't stop any time soon.
He had realized a while ago that it was more than just about seducing the younger teen; he had developed genuine feelings for the Gryffindor. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think that he'd end up falling for Harry Potter of all people, but now, that's exactly what he found himself doing.
Of course, he'd certainly continue to try and seduce Harry, but he was willing to wait unlike he would have been years ago when he simply would have moved on to his next target. It was strange, this feeling, but he oddly didn't mind. In fact, he was assured as he looked at Harry's content smile, he kind of liked it.
-x-x-x-
Neville smiled happily to himself as Blaise led him, hand in hand, down the winding cobble stone streets of Hogsmeade. The darker teen had still refused to tell him were they were going, but honestly Neville couldn't really care so long as it was with the Slytherin.
"Here we are" Blaise murmured, stopping the two outside a modest yet pleasant looking stone building.
"What is this place?" Neville couldn't help asking, noticing with a frown that there wasn't any sign depicting a name.
Blaise offered him a teasing smirk but otherwise offered no explanation as he led the curious teen in behind him through the door.
A small gasp escaped the Gryffindor as he looked around. The inside was decidedly much bigger than the outside as he found himself standing in a fairly large, dimly lit restaurant. There were several tables and booths in the place with a few doors off to the side that he assumed lead to private dining rooms.
"Hello Mr. Zabini" a young waitress, maybe their own age or a bit older, greeted as she approached the two. "We've prepared a private booth for you as per your request." Neville frowned slightly at the way the woman's eyes hungrily raked over Blaise. He had to admit, Blaise looked exceptionally handsome, even more so than usual, but that didn't warrant the hungry, and slightly disturbing, gaze she was offering the Slytherin.
Blaise wore fitted black slacks with a black dress shirt and sports coat; a silver dragon design wrapped around one of his sleeves in an eye catching pattern.
"It's a pleasure to see you again." continued the waitress as she led them through the full restaurant, practically purring the words.
"I haven't had much reason to come." Blaise said neutrally, taking a seat as she indicated, Neville doing the same.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" she asked, positioning her body so that she slightly blocked the Gryffindor, staring solely at Blaise.
"Neville?" the older teen asked in question, forcing the girl to stare begrudgingly at the brunette.
"I'll just have water." he murmured. The waitress nodded before turning eagerly back towards Blaise.
"I'll have a butterbeer." he said, voice as silky as ever.
The girl smiled, all straight teeth and whiteness that it made Neville a bit curious as to if she had someone spell them that way.
"They'll be right out, I'll let you look over the menu for a while Mr. Zabini." She purred, offering another smile before walking off.
"You certainly seem to have fans." Neville said quietly when the girl had gone, extremely happy at her departure.
A single dark eyebrow rose in question, "Hardly, I don't even know her name." he said before a knowing smirk crossed his lips, "Are you jealous?"
"No, I just think it's a bit unprofessional of her."
Blaise grinned, reaching over to take Neville's hand in his, running his thumb soothingly across the top. "True, but, if it's any consolation, I only have eyes for you."
Neville flushed a deep shade of crimson that would have put the Gryffindor common room to shame. Choosing not to comment, he busied himself in looking at the menu, before he nearly choked on air as he noticed the prizes.
"What's wrong?"
"You have to be bloody rich to eat here." Neville hissed, flushing this time in embarrassment at his slight over reaction.
Blaise chuckled at this, "Well, in case you haven't noticed, I sort of am." he said in amusement, "And I'd hardly be a gentlemen if I didn't pay. Not to mention my father owns this place . . . It was my mother and his' first date, so he bought out the place for their anniversary."
"I can't let you pay for me." Neville protested, feeling guilty.
"Relax Neville" Blaise said as he leaned over to place a light kiss on the Gryffindor's flushed cheek, "You're worth every knut."
-x-x-x-
Once outside the gates of Hogwarts Draco once again grabbed Harry and apparated them away.
Once they steadied themselves the Gryffindor looked around curiously, thoroughly stumped as to where they were, and decided to voice as much.
"I can hardly tell you, that'd ruin the mystery of it." Draco said teasingly.
Harry was not pouting, he didn't pout, he was not . . .
"You're so cute when you pout" Draco smirked, making Harry scowl.
The Gryffindor's scowl soon turned into an awed expression, however, as he finally took in their surroundings. They were on a hilltop, and from the sounds coming from below he assumed it overlooked a body of water. But what really drew his eye was further inland.
A giant oak tree stood on its own, fairy lights hanging from the branches creating a beautiful effect on the cool, dark night. The moon showed high overhead, and without any buildings or any other lights around, the stars seemed twice as bright.
Under the tree there stood a small table with a white tablecloth adorning it and two chairs. A single candle sat on the table along with two plates, sets of cutlery, and goblets.
"It's a picnic of sorts" Draco explained a bit self consciously as Harry still hadn't said anything. "If you'd prefer we go somewhere else-"
"It's amazing" Harry breathed, definitely not having expected something like this.
"I'm glad you like it" Draco murmured, leading Harry over to the table and pulling out a chair for the blushing Gryffindor.
-x-x-x-
Neville paused in front of the Gryffindor common room; hand still in Blaise's as the two stood in comfortable silence. The date had been wonderful once the waitress had left them alone. Conversation flowed easily for the two and Neville had had a great time, and from Blaise's small smile that replaced his usual smirk, he had as well.
"Thank you." Neville said shyly, smiling at the Slytherin.
"It was my pleasure." Blaise purred, "I hope we can do this again."
"I'd like tha.t" The Gryffindor said honestly, a small dusting of pink gracing his cheeks.
"Well, more to the point" The darker teen added, "I was actually wondering if . . . well, if you'd be my boyfriend, Neville."
The Gryffindor's eyes widened, for some reason not having expected the question. "You want me to be your boyfriend?" he asked somewhat disbelievingly.
Blaise smirked at the teen's wide eyed stare, "Certainly" he breathed, stepping closer to the boy so that they were just a breath away.
Neville's breath hitched in his throat, but he managed a feeble, "I'd like that." The words had barely left his mouth before a pair of soft, firm lips were claiming his in a surprisingly gentle first kiss. Neville gasped, giving Blaise the opportunity to cautiously slip his tongue past parted pink lips, slowly claiming the other teen as he placed a careful hand on the others hip, rubbing soothing circles on the bit of skin revealed, making the other shiver.
After a few moments Blaise broke the kiss, grinning at Neville's stunned and slightly unfocused gaze. Planting another chaste kiss on parted lips Blaise moved a stray strand of hair behind the younger teen's ear before murmuring a soft "Goodnight" and leaving the glowing Gryffindor outside his common room.
-x-x-x-
After dinner Draco had conjured a blanket and the two had laid down together, content to talk and look at the stars, pointing out a few they recognized.
Before he knew it, it'd was way past curfew and Harry had fallen asleep on his shoulder. The raven haired teen made the cutest sounds in his sleep, he discovered, much to his delight, and he thought it a shame to wake him.
"Harry" he whispered, shaking the younger teen, "It's time to go."
Nodding somewhat, Harry stood shakily, leaning on Draco as he was still more than half asleep. Sighing, Draco vanished the blankets and gave the Gryffindor one last small smile, before apparating the two away.
Harry groaned softly as they landed outside of the gates, even when barely conscious he hated the form of travel. With much help from the blond, who basically carried him, the two made it up the walkway and through the gates to the great oak doors. Knowing that it was going to be pointless to attempt to get Harry back to his own dorm, Draco hefted a weakly protesting Harry into his arms and began to walk the short distance down to the dungeons.
Thankfully, no one was in the Slytherin common rooms when he entered and he carried Harry the rest of the way into his room unhindered, setting the boy gently down onto his bed. Stripping the incoherent boy of his clothes, and trying to keep his numerous thoughts of thoroughly devouring the compliant boy beneath him at bay, he changed the raven haired teen into a pair of his sleep pants before he himself changed for bed.
He smirked to himself as he climbed into the bed, pulling to covers over the two before drawing the curtains around them, draping an arm across the Gryffindor. He could just picture Harry's reaction in the morning. . .
AN: Sorry I haven't updated in a while but I just got my laptop fixed. I hope this was okay, tell me what you think!
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