AN: I don't have an excuse for my extreme lateness in posting this time. Sorry. I hope this chapter atleast sort of makes up for how much of a negligent writter I am. I would very much like to thank all of you have stuck with me this long. The Draco in my mind and I both love y'all very much. I seem to have lost my beta, sooo… if you would like to beta then please feel free to let me know.

The Pastry Incident

Draco tried not to glare at the Gryffindors surrounding him, pressing in on him and invading his personal space. He really did try, whether or not it was working he wasn't sure. The Gryffindors kept reaching out to try and pat him on the arm or on the back. A few even tried to 'hug' him. Draco felt grudgingly appreciative that Harry was there with him. Even if Harry insisted on holding hands and on being far too close to Draco, at least Harry was pretty good at deterring the masses of people that were crowded into the great hall from being overly familiar with his fiancé.

Draco had yet to see Ginny, for which he was glad, but every once in a while he would catch a glimpse of red hair that belonged to Ron. Draco felt himself oddly comforted by the fact that Ron was sticking close by. He had been informed that he wouldn't even be allowed to have a guard with him as they moved through the Hall, some absurd Gryffindor notion again, but it appeared that the red head was there anyways, just in case.

Harry practically yanked Draco's arm off at one point, as he dragged the startled blonde to a stand selling pastries.

This is Geoffrey" Harry said gesturing at the man working the stand. "He makes the best pastries in the whole world"

Geoffrey, a lean brown haired man, blushed at the compliment and even tried to deny it "I'm sure there are better chef's out their then me Mr. Potter, I've only just begun my serious training as a chef…"

"Oh shut up Geoff, you're the best and 'serious training is only going to make you better" Harry said, though he didn't look all that upset, in fact he was practically bouncing with excitement. Salazar, he's worse then a child in a candy store, Draco thought horrified by the uncouth behavior of the boy currently holding his hand.

Harry selected several pastries, and tried to insist on paying for them but eventually gave up as a blushing Geoffrey repeatedly refused saying "The honor of your appreciation is payment enough."

Draco eyed the mound of pastries Harry had selected. Who could possibly eat that much sugar and carbs? Draco casually surveyed the raven haired boy's figure, and wondered, a bit jealously how the boy managed to keep up such a slim figure. Draco was quite proud of his slim physic, and though he wasn't exactly counting carbs or anything he did have to monitor his sweets intake to maintain it.

"Draco you have to try one of these cream puffs… they're like eating delicious crème filled clouds" Harry said, holding one of the, admittedly enticing, pastries.

"What? No. I don't want any of your cream puffs Harry." Draco said glaring at the pastry as though it was to blame.

"They aren't my cream puffs" Harry said rolling his eyes. "I got plenty for the both of us"

"I still don't…" but it was too late, Harry had already lifted the cream puff and stuck it in Draco's mouth. Draco nearly chocked on the offending pastry, but he quickly regained control of himself and carefully chewed and swallowed the pastry as good manners dictated that he did. Harry was right, it was like eating a delicious crème filled cloud.

Whilst Draco was enjoying the pastry he did not notice Harry watching him, smile growing with every second. When Draco finished the pastry though, it was the first thing he noticed.

"What are you looking at?" Draco said, unsettled by the fact that that smile was directed at him.

Harry chuckled. "You've got a bit of crème on your face" Harry said, his smile now a full force grin. "Here, let me get it for you."

Almost before Draco could even process that information Harry had placed a hand on the back of Draco's neck, pulled him close, and licked the crème off of the corner of Dracos's lips. Only years of Slytherin education in poise kept Draco from moaning as Harry followed the trail his tongue had taken pressing gentle kisses against Draco's skin.

By the time Harry removed his mouth from Draco's person, which probably wasn't really all that long of a time, Draco was blushing so hard he could feel his heartbeat in his face. He had never been so embarrassed in his whole life.

Harry also looked slightly embarrassed, though significantly less uncomfortable with the situation then Draco. He chewed nervously at his bottom lip as he studied Draco's face.

Leaning down slightly to be able to whisper into Draco's ear, Harry said "Sorry, 'Mione told me not to do stuff like that, that your 'Slytherin sensibilities' would be upset by my 'unmannered behavior'… I just forgot. Are you ok?"

Was he ok? Draco thought, it was one stupid Gyffindor-ish kiss… it wasn't like it was going to kill him, he was a Slytherin after all. He would have told the dim witted Gryffindor all this too, however seeing as he could not currently trust himself to speak Draco settled on nodding, that yes he was ok.

After the 'Pastry Incident', as Draco would later refer to it as, Harry and Draco continued to make their way through the Hall hand in hand, and Draco, when he wasn't distracted by the rambunctious Gryffindors crowded around him, spent an absurd amount of that time alternating between glaring at the back of Harry's head as he lead them through the Hall, glaring at the tanned fingers that fit so snugly between his own pale ones, and wondering why it felt like there were butterflies in his stomach region.

To Draco at least, it seemed that they stopped at every stand, talked to every person, and that he had been touched by far to many of them. Harry however seemed unperturbed, instead he appeared exhausted, but content. Draco wondered how it was possible that this boy in front of him could be 'The Great Harry Potter' that Draco had always been told about. Apparently the legend had outgrown it's subject. Draco would have sneered, but refrained… he didn't think the Gryffindors would take kindly to anyone who showed malice towards their oaf of a king.

All of the Gryffindors, even those that clearly disagreed with him on the matter of their relationship, seemed to adore Harry. They were all so sickeningly open about it too. It was weird, this whole situation, it was like Draco had stepped through the looking glass and found, not wonderland, but this distorted red and gold reality where nothing Draco had ever been taught made sense anymore.

Draco had read stories about mind altering experiences that shatter your previous perspective of the world, but he had never experienced one, at least not until he met Harry Potter. After meeting Harry Potter he had experienced several, in rapid succession, and Salazar did he have a headache.

AN: I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, once I actually got around to writing it I had a lot of fun. Please, please, please, review because your reviews encourage me to continue with the story, despite the fact that I'm not to fond of it myself anymore. If you would like to beta please just send me a msg or contact me via review.

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