"Why, Potter, I didn't think you would show!" Draco smiled pleasantly as he held the door open for the Gryffindor.

Harry scowled and stepped into the room grudgingly, standing stiffly as he waited to hear the inevitable click and lock of the door, his only escape from this blond hell. Some might say he was pouting, and he would agree, he didn't enjoy wasting his time with Slytherins! Even if it was only one, it just happened to be the worst of the bunch.

"I wouldn't have under any other circumstances, but you had to be a typical Slytherin and steal my cloak," Harry muttered in reply. "Speaking of which, can I have it back now?"

Draco smirked haughtily. "I didn't steal it. For your information, Potter, I found it on the Quidditch Pitch."

"That's a likely lie!" Harry retorted. "I'm not careless with my things Malfoy, I --"

The Slytherin held up his hand to halt Harry's undoubtedly long rant. "I never said you left it out there, I merely stated that I had found it there. Perhaps one of your friends forgot it? They are after all, only Gryffindors, you can't expect much else from dunderheaded fools."

"I'm a Gryffindor too, Malfoy, so I would appreciate it if you would stop insulting my House." Harry sighed. Malfoy was right though, he had let Ron borrow the cloak the other night when he had gone to see the Slytherin.

Draco shrugged. "You started it." He moved away from the door with a gracious smile. "Now, if you would join me in the dining area?"

Harry stepped past him with a putout expression. "You have a dining area, Malfoy?"

"Of course, I'm a Malfoy, only the best for us."

"So you continue to say," Harry muttered with a childish roll of his eyes.

Draco arched a pale brow. "If I bother you so much, why did you come?"

"Besides the obvious fact that you have something of mine?" Harry retorted sarcastically.

The Slytherin nodded.

Harry shrugged. "Ron talked me into it, we can't all be cowards after all," he said with a pointed look toward Malfoy.

"Indeed…well I'll have you know, Harry," he said with a seductive purr, "that you will come to enjoy spending time with me."

Harry gasped and dramatically pointed over the blond's shoulder. "Was that a flying pig?"

Draco frowned as he led them into a room with a circular table at the center. "Those are only native in South America, why would you think to have seen one here?"

The Gryffindor sighed and sat down in one of the chairs, not waiting for Draco to do the gentleman thing and pull out his chair. He wasn't a girl after all, and who knows if the stupid git would have done it anyways. "It's a Muggle expression, and it means that whatever you're suggesting at the time is highly unlikely."

"That's probably why I loathe Muggles so." Draco sneered. "Spouting such nonsense, they are obviously of no use to our world."

Harry grunted in reply, he didn't want to talk about social standing or wealth. He wanted to get done with this night and go to sleep! "So, what have you planned for dinner? I kind of skipped lunch and feel a bit peaky."

He was sent a disapproving look for his troubles and the blond clapped his hands. There was a slight pop at his left and a house-elf appeared and bowed submissively.

"Dinner for two," Draco ordered flippantly, "and wine, red."

"Yes, Master Draco." There was another crack as the elf disappeared, reappearing shortly with a silver platter laden with rich foods. The scent wafted toward Harry and he smiled in appreciation, whatever it was smelled delicious to his ravenous stomach.

Their plates were dished out, and Harry noted that he was given a bit more than the blond. He would ask about that later, he remained polite and waited for the house-elf to take its leave. A quick bow and a crack announced his departure.

"This looks nice," Harry commented.

"Did you expect anything less?" Draco asked, lips twitching into a slight smile.

The green eyed boy flushed and shrugged. "I guess not."

"Good, now eat, I don't want you wasting away," Draco ordered lightly as he began delicately picking at his food.

Harry blinked at his concern but then obediently picked up his fork and stabbed at the tender meat slathered in gravy. He shoved the bite into his mouth and closed his eyes in bliss. Maybe being a Malfoy did have its perks, he had never tasted anything this good in all his time at Hogwarts! He would be having a talk with Dobby in the near future if he had his way.

"I take it you like it?" The smirk was evident in the blond's voice.

"There's something different about this food, the stuff we're fed in the Great Hall isn't half as rich."

Draco shrugged and gained a superior expression. "Only the best for --"

"A Malfoy, I know," Harry said with a chuckle. He blinked in surprise, his laugh hadn't been forced, was he going crazy?

The blond nodded and returned to his meal dutifully as Harry did the same. This wasn't as bad as he had thought it would be, Malfoy was actually being nice, as surprising as that was. The conversation hadn't been too bad either, he supposed Hermione had somewhat of a point. Perhaps the snide attitude was all a façade for the other houses.

I could get used to this Malfoy as scary as that thought is.

"Did you do something different with your hair?" Draco suddenly asked.

Harry froze at the odd question and slowly swallowed his mouthful of food. "Er, no?"

"Really? I could have sworn it looked different." Draco leaned forward and casually carded his fingers through the dark locks. "It's so soft, you have to tell me your secret," his voice was slightly breathy, eyes lidded.

"N-no secret," Harry gulped as a tingle shot into his groin. Malfoy's fingers were so gentle, and they made him feel so good…

Harry found himself leaning into the touch, and closed his eyes as Draco continued to run a gentle hand through his hair.

"Why are you doing this?"

Draco pulled back with a slight frown. "What do you mean?"

Emerald orbs slowly opened and Harry remained still as he took in the blond's features. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Ah," Draco smiled disarmingly, "I've already told you, Harry, you are my mate. Don't you want me to be kind to you?"

There was a nervous chuckle and Harry found himself blushing in embarrassment as he turned his face away. He looked down at his napkin and folded it uncertainly.

"Truthfully I don't know what I want anymore," he admitted and looked up once more. Draco watched on, a curious expression on his face. Harry sighed, irritated with himself. "You're not a nice guy, Malfoy, but you aren't too hard on the eyes either, which makes this so much harder on my part."

Draco laughed silkily. "You really are a bottom boy aren't you, Harry."

Harry spluttered indignantly and tossed his wrinkled napkin at the laughing wizard. "I never denied it, no need to shove it in my face like it's a bad thing!"

There was an easy shrug from the other wizard and Draco leaned back in his chair, nursing his glass of wine. "To some it may be," he pointed out.

"Yeah, you," Harry accused. "Don't you think that's a sign or something, Malfoy? Your mate is obviously male, and apparently I'm supposed to be the person you've always been meant for. Have you ever wondered if you were gay?"

"Never." Draco's eyes blazed. "No Malfoy has ever been a-a," he shuddered, "pouf."

"This is obviously a family issue if you get so worked up about it." Harry shrugged. "Sorry if I offended you, but you soon will be 'queer' once we formally bond. Have you even thought about that?"

Draco waved him off. "This is merely a phase."

A phase? I'm going to be stuck with him for a lifetime and he's already referring to me as a 'phase'? Merlin, what have I gotten myself in to? Harry wisely remained silent and nodded.

"Besides, even if you're not a girl, I'm beautiful enough for the both of us." Draco sniffed haughtily.

"You wish!" Harry laughed.

They teased each other a bit more and then relaxed into a companionable silence, each lost within their own thoughts. After a few moments of calm, Harry spoke again.

"I can't believe we're actually getting along," he said with surprise evident in his voice.

"Hm, yes, it's too bad that it must end so soon." Draco dabbed at his mouth and placed his napkin carefully to the side.

Harry frowned and copied his actions. "What do you mean? I'm not tired, unless you're kicking me out?"

Draco chuckled. "I would do anything but! I really did enjoy spending such an amicable evening with you, Harry. Truly I'm surprised it got to that point, but I believe the potion I placed in your food will be reacting to the wine right about now."

A raging Hippogriff wouldn't have been able to break the silence that immediately fell. Harry's eyes widened in horror, his mouth falling open as a loud roar filled his ears. No… he didn't say that, it's surely a joke. He couldn't have said that! Harry felt his stomach clench in protest to that thought and his vision began blurring at the edges.

"What... did you say?" His breath was becoming heavy, it seemed like he was already panting.

Draco lifted his glass and idly sipped at his wine as he smiled eerily. "I've drugged you, Harry."

Red filled Harry's vision, and he knew for a fact that it wasn't from any drug Malfoy had gotten into his system. The dirty Slytherin had tricked him again!

"Fuck, you always do this to me, Malfoy!" Harry allowed his rage to control his actions as he turned over the table, sending dishes and glass crashing to the floor. His chest heaved as he stared down at the wine quickly forming a puddle of crimson underneath his shoe.

Draco stepped away from the mess and faced Harry imploringly, "Why does it matter so much to you, Harry? It's only sex. We're both healthy blokes and we need a way to let out our pent up energy, if sex is the only way to do so, then why not? It doesn't make us queer if that's what you're worried about."

"Don't call me that," Harry muttered, not really paying attention to the blond's other words as his eyes quickly lost their focus. "Don't use my name like you know me. We'll never be friends, Malfoy."

He flinched when he felt warm hands touching his face, he was forced to look up and blinked when he found Malfoy's eyes staring deeply into his own.

"That's good, Harry, because I don't want to be your friend." He kissed the parted lips softly, nipping them as he pulled away. "I want to be your master."

Harry felt his knees weaken, his eyes fluttering as he strived to retain consciousness. This is not good. He whimpered. I'm going to be raped!

He felt his body surrounded by comfortable warmth and he blurrily opened his eyes to look above his shoulder. Malfoy was holding him, embracing him really. This had to be a dream.

"That's right, Harry, sleep now. I'll take care of you… "

Harry allowed the soothing voice to fill his mind and relaxed into the gentle hold.

Why do you do this to me… Draco.

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