"I don't want to go to a Halloween party! That is so Uni and you have kids. Why are you forcing me to go?" Harry shouts at his best friends, Ron and Hermione. They met in the end of primary school, becoming fast friends. They did everything together, nothing was off limits.

Well, somethings were. When Harry and Ron started to be interested in girls, Hermione would get angry and storm off. Their friendship was in danger until it came out that 'Mione liked Ron. A lot. It was awkward to seem them dance around each other.

For a while, Ron dated another girl and Hermione was torn. She threw herself into her studies and wouldn't take care of herself. Harry had to watch over her all the time.

Then she got better. She got over him.

And that wrecked Ron. He only then understood what she meant to him. He immediately dumped the girl and went to Hermione. She wouldn't take him. He begged and begged and begged, doing outrageous things to get her to give him a chance.

She said she want to become friends again first. So until they went to Uni, they were friends, if you could call it that. She stayed away and would only make small talk with Ron. It wasn't until she was flirting with a boy at a party and Ron came over, getting in between them.

She stormed out and yelled. She slapped him and screamed some more. Ron stood there and took it with his head lowered. She grabbed his head and kissed him like she was drowning and Ron held the air she needed.

Harry was overjoyed that his friends wouldn't be dancing around each other anymore and maybe things would return to normal.

But they didn't. The couple couldn't keep their hands off each other. Harry was annoyed for a little while, but it passed in good faith.

He was their best man at their wedding last year. They got married as soon as they got out of Uni and started a family. Harry is the godfather and couldn't be happier for them.

Though he wanted that. Romance. Love. Passion. But he never could seem to find it. The girls he dated wanted Harry to do everything and gave him nothing in return. He was tired of trying and settled down for a life of cats.

'Mione is still trying to set him up with someone. This is another one of her attempts to find his someone. What better way than a costume party full of mostly naked girls?

"Harry? Have you been listening? I can't believe you. Listen or I'll chose your costume." Hermione waggles her finger in Harry's face, threating him. He knows, from past experiences, that that threat is very real and very dangerous. Hermione can think of the worst punishments.

"Ok, ok. I'm listening. What were you saying?" Harry straightens his back, giving Hermione his full attention.

"Harry, you haven't dated anyone in a while. And you said yourself that all the girls you dated aren't what you are looking for in a partner. So, you are going to a gay Halloween costume party. See if guys fit what you want better. That might be the answer, Harry." Harry gapes at the girl.

"You want me to go to a gay party? Why in the world would you think I would be into girls?" Harry stands to belittle 'Mione for the idea ever crossing her mind.

"Listen, Harry. With a guy, the right guy, he will take care of you better than a girl can. You can be equals, not you doing everything for the girl. Harry, just try, please. If this doesn't work, I will stop trying." Hermione pleads with Harry working the puppy eyes and everything.

Harry turns to Ron, who hasn't spoken a word since Hermione trapped him in here. "Mate?"

Ron sighs and stands. Ruffling his fire engine red hair, he speaks. "It could work Harry. Most gay couples I know are sorta like that. Try, once." Ron wraps his arm around Hermione's shoulder and looks down.

"But how would you feel if I dated a guy?"

"It wouldn't be any different of you dated a girl." Harry huffs.

"Then let's get me one sexy costume." Hermione smiles.

Costume shopping is one of the most ridiculous things Harry has done yet, and he has streaked on a dare. That was ridiculous, this is one a whole other level of insanity. Where are they going to find a sexy male Halloween costume? Certainly not here.

They have been kicked out of their third store with no sign of the perfect one for Harry.

"'Mione, where will we find one? I know you won't let me use this as an excuse for not going. Think of something," Harry whines, dragging his feet and Hermione strides confidently ahead of him.

"I know exactly where to find one, the gay district." Hermione looks back at Harry with a smirk, noticing his gaping maw. She knew he would react like that, since he was so adamant about not going to the party. It's partly for her enjoyment, and it's just a bonus they probably will have costumes.

Harry grumbles, but walks along slowly, letting Hermione lead the way, though he has no clue how she knows where to go. Harry bets she probably planned this.

Walking around, one can tell immediately when they have entered the layer. Guys holding hands, impeccably dressed, and rainbow flags everywhere.

Harry can feel the eyes crawling over him, checking him out, imaging how he looks under those clothes, how he would be in bed. The raven haired man can't tell if he feels disgusted or slightly proud he is getting checked out a lot.

When Hermione gets out of his sight and he can't find her anymore, Harry panics slightly. He then sees her sticking her head out the door or a sketchy looking shop. He dashes over and rushes in.

Plastic and sweat assaults his nose when he walks in. Racks line the wall, plastic bags handing from hooks depicting various reviling costumes. Hermione is already at the counter talking to the clerk. Harry can see her gesture in his direction and he scratches his head. He knows this is going to be embarrassing.

The buff man walks around the counter to join 'Mione on the other side. He walks to one spot with Hermione following. He pulls one down and Harry can see the smile grow on her face and she squeals.

"Harry! Get your butt over here!" Heads turns and Harry rushes over to quite her. She shows him the one the clerk handed her.

"Oh, hell no." Harry winces after. That sounded pretty stereotypical of a gay man to say.

"Harry! You said you wanted one sexy costume. Here is one. Go try it on!" She shoves it into his chest. She spins him around and gets the worker to grab his wrist and take him to the dressing room.

Harry grumbles all while he changes. Pulling on the leather, he decides he isn't walking out in this.

"Hermione! Get in here!" 'Mione laughs as she walks in, and laughs harder as she spots Harry's bare bum.

"There is no way I'm going to a gay party in ass-less chaps! I'm going to walk in and get dick up the butt! This is too much!"

"Fine! I'll go get another." Hermione slaps his bum on the way out, making Harry shout. He changes and throws his jeans back on until 'Mione gets back. A bad is thrown over and hits Harry's head. He shouts and he can hear Hermione laugh from the other side.

Picking up the package, he examines the picture.

Chains and basically a bag. A slave. A sexy slave. Better than ass-less chaps.

Throwing on the cloth, he notices it's really short. Nothing a pair of shorts and a careful night can't fix. Attaching the cuff to his ankles and wrists. They are surprisingly light and seem like they won't interfere too much. Messing his hair up and looking sad, he walks out.

Hermione looks surprised at how believable he looks like a slave. Maybe a little make up to hallow his face out and he could pass as one, if he didn't have a rebellious streak. She walks around him and tugs the chains. Harry stumbles and glares at her.

"I think it's good. You?"

"Little short, but I guess that's the sexy part. I'm good. Let me change." Hermione nods. Success.

"Hermione, I refuse to wax my legs. I'm fine with having hairy legs." Harry can't believe how many arguments they are having over this stupid Halloween party.

"In Greek and Roman times, people removed most body hair, both men and women." Harry scoffs.

"Only rulers and such. Not slaves. You've taught me well enough I know when you aren't telling the truth." Hermione flips her hair and leaves, Harry glaring after her.

The day has finally come. They started early in the day with Hermione and Ron bursting in. Harry really regrets giving them a key now.

"Up! We have to get you ready! We brought breakfast! Cronuts." Harry knows then that they really are trying to get him excited about this. No one stands in line forever just to be half-hearted about something.

They eat in silence, Harry eating almost grudgingly. He really regrets this decision. He is so going to embarrass himself.

"Get in the shower then throw on a robe. There are a few things we need to do when you ae wet." Hermione pushes him while Ron chuckles.

To get revenge on Ron, Harry shouts, "Your wife has touched by bare bum." Hermione removes her hands quickly. Rom is the jealous type. He runs to escape the meltdown that is sure to happen.

Even with the door and the shower on, the raven haired male can hear the yells through the walls. He takes his time cleansing himself, washing his hair twice for good measure. Tossing on said robe, he walks into the line of fire.

"Hey! Ron, you know she would never cheat on you. You guys have kids and love each other dearly. All she did was slap my butt in ass-less chaps. Nothin' more. Now, what did you want me wet for?"

"To do your hair and nails. Back to the bathroom." Hermione walks with him while Ron leaves to get their kid Rose. They are having a Father Daughter day while Hermione 'helps' Harry find a man, maybe.

"I'm putting in produce that will give you that mess, unbrushed look, not that you need much help." 'Mione shushes Harry's cries of protest. "You know it's true." While that dries, Hermione sets about to clip and trim Harry's nails.

"Gosh, you are worse then Ron. How can you stand this?" Harry winces as Hermione cuts too close.

"I don't really notice." Harry shrugs and tries not to think of the slight sting.

"If this works and you find someone, you will care." Harry is confused before realizing.

"Really, Hermione? How would you know?"

"I've had my days." The male grimaces he doesn't want to think about what Hermione might have done. She finishes and pulls out a file to round the edges. Working quickly, she makes sure all the edges are round and nice.

"Let's move onto hair." Hermione pulls out the blow drier. Instructing Harry to bend over, she turns the machine on. Roughly running her hands through his hair while shaking the drier over it make a wild mess on top of Harry's had. Making him straighten out, 'Mione sprays hair spray over everything, making harry cough.

"Oh, stop it," Hermione chides. "Let's move on to make up." She pulls out eyeshadow and bronzer. Hallowing Harry's eyes, cheeks, and neck makes him looks undernourished and tired. Like a slave.

"Done! Go throw on your costume. I want pictures." Harry grumbles and does as told.

Hermione claps and smiles brightly. Harry looks delicious in that outfit and pulls it off perfectly. He could pass off as a slave. "Oh, Harry, the guys will be all over you. They won't be able to keep their hands off you. Just don't let any hands wander." Hermione goes to pull and straighten the neckline, pulling it down the littlest bit.

"I won't. I don't even know if I'm gay, so that defiantly won't be happening." Harry rolls his eyes and ruffles his hair. "Now, where is this party?"

Pulling up, Harry can hear the bass pumping and can almost taste the alcohol in the air. He can't see inside, but that's probably because people on the streets don't want to see guys grinding on each other. Walking in slowly, chains dragging as if made out of real metal.

Harry pushes on the door and expects it to open under his palm. No such luck. Knocking on the door while double checking the address, he sees it is the right address. The door opens, startling Harry.

"You must be the new guy. Don't worry, Hermione has explained and I've told everyone to not be to forward. Though, none of us are like that. Except Draco, I don't know what he is like, he is also new. Dated Mark and became friends with us, but then Mark cheated on him. We stopped talking to Mark and Draco just gradually came into the group. Anyway, enough. Come in." He leads him to the living room, where four other guys are sitting, in various costumes.

"Sit. I'll get you a drink. Anything specific?" The man who answers the door asks.

"Got any whiskey?" Harry wants to forget this night.

"Woof," is all the man says. The others laugh, but Harry doesn't get it. He cocks and eyebrow towards the group.

"What?" They laugh harder.

A blond in priest robes takes pity on him. "That means he wouldn't expect you to be gay."

"I'm not. I though Hermione explained to him who told you guys." Harry nervously plays with chains.

"No, Justin didn't. What do you mean you're not gay?" A wimpy looking guy next to the priest, a football player.

"My friend Hermione thinks I've been dating the wrong sex, so she roped me to come and see if guys where more my type. I'm not gay." Harry wants to sink into the floor and die.

"Well, if you're going to try, try fully, not this wimpy talk." The blond gets up and stalks towards harry. He gets scared. What is he going to do?

The priest plops himself onto Harry's lap after moving the chains. Surprisingly, Harry doesn't feels a difference when a girl sits on his lap. It actually feels a little better, more solid and real. He really isn't sure why.

"For tonight, I will try to convert you. If I get a reaction, you will take me on a date. Got it?" The blonde sticks his hand around to shake his. With a lot of trouble, Harry shakes his hand. Stupid chain. Priest sees and laughs. "Kinky are we?"

Blushing, Harry nods. "Can we start with names?"

"Draco," The blonde on his lap, wiggling around, sending spikes of pleasure up Harry's spine. Harry tries not to tip his head back and moan.

"Alex," the wimpy football player.

"Chase," a ninja.

"Dylan," the ninth doctor, currently rocking a leather jacket.

"Well, I'm Harry." Draco stops moving for a second. He reaches down and undoes the clasps around Harry's ankles and then his wrists. Throwing the chain somewhere far away, Draco turns. Harry is generally curious to what Draco is planning.

The others know what is happening and start to walk out of the room. They are all thinking for Draco to get some. Harry doesn't notice the other's walk out. All he can focus on is the now more pronounced movement of Draco on his lap.

It is different than when girls would grind on his and it is oh so much better. There is just something different when a guy does it, like they are taking control and doing what they want, where girls would do it to please Harry, if they like it or not aside. Something about Draco moving his hips to rub against Harry just does it for him. He can't really explain it.

Harry finally lets his head drop back. Breathing harshly, he tentatively reaches out to touch Draco's sides. Not noticing any difference when his fingers make light contact, he allows his hands to firmly grasp Draco sides. That is when Draco lets out a breath.

Harry doesn't want to overstep what line might be drawn for Draco. All he allows himself to do is little squeezes and soft exhales. The feeling over pleasure overwhelms him, encasing him with a light feeling all over. It feels so right.

"Come on, Harry. I know you want to do more. Do it. Show me you're not afraid to be gay," Draco positively growls at Harry.

Harry then knows it's okay. His hands follow the curve of Draco's body tightly, feeling every ridge and dip in the skin. When his hands get to the blonde's hips, he quickly slithers his hands to that supple ass. Groping, Harry pulls Draco closer until he has no choice but to throw his arms over the back of the couch and drop his head to the nook of Harry's neck.

Harry loves this. The feeling of being in control with the sense that it can be swiped away from him at any time. Girls were like dogs, teach them then they don't have a mind of their own. This man is his lap is like a lion, ready to pounce at any time.

And pounce he does. Draco starts to kiss Harry's neck softly, unsure how far he can push this. Judging by the reaction that he receives, it won't be until they have both finished. Draco doesn't dare make a mark on the new comer's neck. Marks are for what's his, and so far, Harry is not his.

Harry squeezes before stopping. It's getting a little over whelming to think of what he is doing. Letting go of Draco's bum, he reaches up to pull Draco way. Draco looks really confuse and even more so when Harry smiles sweetly at him.

"Sorry, it's a little too much for my first experience. How about you give me your number and I'll call you when it's time to face the music and go on that date?" Draco stand and move away. He remembers his first gay experience and he doesn't want Harry to be overwhelmed and run away with his tail between his legs.

"Sure. I hope what I did was ok. I don't want to scare you." Draco looks down and fetches his phone, using it as an excuse so Harry can't see his blush. Damn his pale complexion.

"It's fine. I'm the type of person to express emotion when I don't like something. You would have been off me in a minute if there wasn't something at least slightly interesting. Trust me." Harry smiles and pulls the phone away from Draco's face. Typing in his number, making sure to add a kiss at the end, he sends a text to himself. "There. I'll be going now."

Draco can see the debate going on his the kinky coal black haired man. He smiles slightly and steps away. "I'll be sure to check for your texts. Bye, Harry." Draco retreats to the kitchen and Harry lets himself out.

Harry doesn't know what to do. He was there for barely any time. He can't go home without Hermione pouncing on him to find out why he is home so early. He really can't handle talking to 'Mione after almost coming in his pants like a teenager while grinding. She would hit him and then hit him again.

Then there is the problem about the impending date with the said person who he was grinding with. To be honest, if Draco had a girls' anatomy, he would be all over them in a second. It is exactly what he is looking for in a girl….Well, partner now. He can't deny the fact that he was turned on by what they were doing.

But, there was the fact that Harry might not be able to stand him when they talk. Maybe Draco, spits when he eats or doesn't have manners. Maybe Draco cheats. Oh, how Harry despises cheaters. There is only one way to find out: That date.

But first, Harry wants to get smashed to forget about the inevitable.

When the ex-slave wakes up with a pounding headache, all he can remember is the faint memory of grinding with a blonde. Harry smiles. He must have met a nice girl at the bar last night. He rolls out of bed to get a pain killer and some water.

Checking his home phone after downing some water, Harry sees one from Hermione.

'Hey, Harry. Hope you had fun last night. I want to hear all about it later. As it turns out, my aunt in America is dying. We left early this morning to have as much time with her. We have no clue how long we will be, it all depends on her. We don't have an international plan, so we can't really talk at all about it. We'll see you then. Bye.'

Harry shrugs. Eh. So no close friends for a little while, no big deal. It's not like he isn't used to it. Harry goes to take a shower.

After eating and getting dressed, He gets his hone to find out if he got the cute blonde's number. Seeing a new contact labeled 'Priest', Harry figures that was what the girl was dressed as. Clicking that and sending out a text, Harry sits and waits for a response.

To: Priest

From: Harry

I must have gotten too drunk last night. Are the hot blonde who was grinding on me?

To: Harry

From: Priest

Yah, I was. You ready for that date you promised me?

To: Priest

From: Harry

Oh, did I? How about tomorrow at 6? Text you the address?

To: Harry

From: Priest

Sure. Can't wait to see you again. ;)

Harry smiles and send the address of a nice restaurant after making reservations. He can't believe he found a girl who can take control to get what she wants.

Draco is really excited to see Harry again. The text came sooner than he ever hoped it would happen. Now he has a date that he is sure will work out for the better. Harry seems to have gotten over his not gay mantra fairly quickly. Younger Draco took ages to admit it to himself.

Harry tries contacting Hermione even though he knows it is useless. She stated they would be out of contact until they got back. Guess Harry will have to deal with being alone for that time.

Or hanging out with the sexy girl from last night.

He was so smooth asking her out. Who would have ever thought Harry would ask a girl out over text? It seems kind of tacky, but hey, he now has a date. Harry bounces a little.

Ok, no, ow. He forgot he is still hung over. Back to bed.

They day past too slowly for Harry's liking. With all the excitement for tomorrow's date and the pounding headache, he couldn't do anything except wallow in self-pity.

But, it is the next day. His date with the blonde.

Not getting up until late, the raven haired man starts to get ready for his date. He takes extra care when he showers to make sure he has washed every inch of his body and wash his hair twice.

He brushes his teeth and tries to comb his hair. It doesn't work that well and he gives up on it.

Choosing extra nice clothes, making sure there isn't a wrinkle in sight, he pulls them on, checking the time. Time to go.

When he gets there, Harry realizes he didn't set up a meeting place. He figures he will wait outside until he recognizes someone.

And he doesn't have to wait long. Arms wrap themselves around his waist and a head lands in between his shoulder blades. Harry smiles and turns around.

"What the fuck? Who are you and why are you hugging me?" Harry jumps back as the person in front of him is not female.

"Um, your date? The blonde that was grinding on you?" Draco scratches his head. What is Harry playing at?
"No! I was not getting it on with a dude! That is discussing! Get away from me!" Harry holds his hands up and Draco tears up.

"What happened? You seemed fine when you left two days ago."

"I don't know what you gave me to get me to do that with you, but it is not happening again!" Harry storms to his car, leaving Draco there, trying not to cry.

Author's Note:

So, how did you like that laughter? I had been texting her about the update where she couldn't post and I said 'Don't cry'. She went off on me and my sad story endings. I said that was the last one and she said 'Thank Jesus!' and I was like 'Careful. I have two more being written and something could go wrong.' Long story short, this was to make her mad. Laughter don't make me into shoes.

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For the readers, here is the real ending.

Siren.

But, there was the fact that Harry might not be able to stand him when they talk. Maybe Draco, spits when he eats or doesn't have manners. Maybe Draco cheats. Oh, how Harry despises cheaters. There is only one way to find out: That date.

But first, Harry wants to get smashed to forget about the inevitable.

Waking up is not pleasant. He got drunk. So drunk all he could think about was the boy who is slowly changing him. His eyes, his hair, his lips on his neck. Oh, Harry lets out a whimper. He can't forget about the way his body fit so perfectly into his own.

Harry rolls and stretches, half expecting to hit a body on the other side. Normally when he gets drunk, he takes someone home. Guess Draco made him too distracted to even do that.

The man gets up and walks out the check his home phone. Hermione should have called by now to see how the party went.

'Hey, Harry. Hope you had fun last night. I want to hear all about it later. As it turns out, my aunt in America is dying. We left early this morning to have as much time with her. We have no clue how long we will be, it all depends on her. We don't have an international plan, so we can't really talk at all about it. We'll see you then. Bye.'

He can't talk to her to pour his feelings out about Draco? He guesses the date will have to hold off until after that.

Draco is pulling his hair out every day now. Harry hasn't called in over a month. At most he expected him not to call for a week or two, but a month is too much. What if he never texts? What if he is ashamed of what they did and won't contact him?

There are too many what ifs. Draco has half a mind to text him himself, but he wants to honor that he promised himself and let Harry take control and do what was comfortable for him.

He has been replaying what they did and what he really want to do to Harry. Let's just say it involves those chains.

"Hermione! I've missed you so much!" Harry throws himself at her.

"What am I? Chopped liver?" Ron asks. He smiles to show he understand though. Harry must have wanted someone to talk to about the party and they up and left for a month.

"Sorry, Ron. I really need to talk to her though. I've missed you too." Harry hugs Ron, silently comparing how this feels to Draco's feel. Nope, just Draco's he likes.

"So how was they party?" Hermione pulls him down to sit in front of her so she can comb his hair.

"I met an amazing guy, 'Mione. I'm only afraid I missed my chance by waiting so long to talk to you about it. I'm supposed to text him to arrange a date, but I'm afraid," Harry whimpers.

"Why are you afraid?" Hermione asks.

"What will other's think? Am I going to become one of those beaten to death people for holding their boyfriends hands?"

"You are stronger than that. Remember the time you beat up those bullies to protect Dudley? Do that again. And with the missed you chance, if he really likes you, he will text you back. Now, go get your phone."

Harry does and stands in his room, determined to text him without the help of others.

To: Draco x

From: Harry

How about that date tonight? X

Draco hears his phone ping. He doesn't want to get up. He has lost hope of Harry ever texting. For the last day or so, Pansy, his roommate, has taken up checking his phone. He suspects that is what the footsteps are doing now.

Then he hears a scream. What the hell? Pounding footsteps make their way to his room. The door is thrown open, Pansy flinging herself onto the bed. She screams again and pushes the phone is Draco's face. He reads the message and gasps.

"What?"

"I know! Looks like someone is getting lucky tonight!" Draco smiles happily.

"Yah. I guess I am."

To: Harry

From: Draco x

Text me the details. X

Harry has been running around all day to get ready for his date with Draco. He ran into a door that way. He hopes it won't bruise or get sore before he meets Draco. He want to look amazing to stun him.

"Harry! Calm down! You will do great and he will love you and he wouldn't have agreed to it if he didn't like you at least a little. Don't hurt yourself." Hermione yells at Harry when he is straightening the hair at the nape f his neck. He jumps and burns himself.

"Ow! 'Mione, don't scare me. Now look what you've made me done!" Harry finishes straightening his hair with a scowl on his face. Hermione hovers like a mother while their child is doing something dangerous.

"I'll do chose your clothes while you finish here." She dashes out before Harry can lash out at her again. She really is trying to help. She wants them to get together. Then Harry might finally settle down.

Harry makes sure his hair looks perfect before using a whole can of hairspray on it. Normally his messy hair would do fine, but not for Draco. Looking at what Hermione has chosen for him, he doesn't think it is good enough.

"'Mione, isn't there something better? This isn't good enough!" Hermione shakes her head at him.

"How about this shirt instead? Its tight and sorta see through." Hermione shows him and for the first time since he explained everything.

"Yes." Harry starts to change. When he goes to wrap the tie around his neck, it brushes the burn and he screams a little. "Damn it. It hurts like hell and looks like I have a hickey." The raven haired male continues what he was doing.

Running to the living room, he hears little pitter patters.

"Hermione! Is it raining?" Harry whines to her. She nods with a sad look on her face

"Here is my umbrella. Get going or you will be late." Harry takes it from her and runs out of his apartment.

Draco feels like he was stood up. It's been 20 minutes and Harry hasn't arrived and the rain is starting to get worse. He says to himself to give it another 10 minutes for an even 30 before he leaves.

Harry is having the worst of luck. When he went to start his car, he relized his battery was drained. So he did the first thing that came to his mind.

He started running.

He stopped caring about the rain after the first five minutes of running. He thought it is better to be wet and late then dry and have him leave. Why did he pick a place so far away?

He has been running for the past 25 minutes and he now only sees the place in sight. With renewed energy, he runs over.

Draco looks out the window for the umpteenth time, looking for his date. And he sees him. Running over looking like a drenched dog, hair flying everywhere. Draco stands and makes his way out to meet him.

The rain is cold, quickly seeping into Draco's expensive clothes. He catches Harry's shoulders, shaking him.

"Where have you been?"

Harry gasps before speaking. "My car wouldn't start so I ran."

"You didn't think to call me?" Draco smacks his head before hugging him. He grips the back of his head and almost cries in relief. He was being stood up.

"I'm sorry. Now we're all wet and probably won't be let in the restaurant. This is probably a rubbish first date," Harry mumbles into Draco's neck.

"It's ok. How about we head to the closest place and I'll make some food while you explain everything. Okay?" Harry nods, his face still in Draco's neck.

"Mines on Franklin St.," Harry says, pulling back to look at Draco.

"Mine is closer. Let's head there." Draco throws and arm over his dates shoulder and pulls him to his side while they walk. People look at them, and the blonde can tell it bothers Harry, but every time that happens, Draco whispers encouraging words about what they could be doing when they get home.

Draco grabs towels for the two of them when they get to his place. He hands one to Harry and start toweling of himself. He doesn't seem to realize what is happening behind his towel.

Harry got all hot and bothered hearing that stuff come from Draco's mouth. He slowly start to unbutton his shirt, making as much noise as he can. He pauses until he sees Draco start to remove his towel from his head.

Harry undoes the last few buttons and lets the shirt slid to the floor with a wet smack, Draco's eyes following all the way down. He gaps at him, wondering what he is doing. Harry smirks and starts on his pants. Unbuckling his beat was hard to do sexily, but Draco seems to enjoy it as he licks his lips, eyes blown wide. He tugs it off and drops it on the shirt.

Harry starts on his trousers. He unzips his fly and hooks his thumbs over the waist. Then he turns around so his back is to Draco. He bends down to slide the fabric off his legs and steps out of them, tossing them to the pile.

He picks up the towel and starts to dry his pants. He calls over his shoulder, "Go a shirt I can borrow?"

He can hear Draco shuffle away quickly and laughs quietly. He wipes the rest of himself down to the shirt doesn't get wet.

"Here. Put this on while I throw your clothes in the drier."

"Hang them up. They will get ruined in a drier." Draco raises an eyebrow at him.

"They won't dry in time before you leave," the blonde scoffs.

"Then I'll either stay here or wear your clothes home." Harry sips on the shirt that reaches about the same length his costume did, maybe shorter. Draco shakes his head and does as told. He changes into a pair of sweat pants.

He walks to the kitchen and calls Harry to come join him. Harry jumps on to the counter and oh, Draco wants to see that sight all the time.

"So let's start simple. How are you?" Draco starts to cook after washing his hands.

"I'm good now. I was so afraid you wouldn't show up or you would leave if I didn't get there quick enough, but I caught you so I'm good. How are you?" Harry swings his legs, the shirt riding um to only dangerously cover the bare minimum.

"I was about to leave. If you were six minutes later, I would have been gone. Now, you don't have to answer, but why didn't you call for a month?" Draco turns so Harry can't see the sad look.

"My friends left for America because one of their aunts were dying, so I didn't have anyone to talk to about my feeling. I had to wait for them to discuss with them. I'm so sorry. Surly you didn't think I wouldn't ever?" Harry hopes down and wraps his arms around Draco's waist, plopping his head between his shoulder blades.

"I had given up honestly. Pansy, my friend was checking my phone for me. I's all good now. We can finally have that date." Draco turns in Harry's arms to rest his pale forehead on the tan one.

"Yes we can." Harry tilts his head up to finally give Draco that kiss he knows he has wanted.

That night, Draco finally gets to mark what is his.

Author's note:

I probably could have written way more, and I might go back and do that, but I felt like it was a good place to stop. This one is a lot longer because I've discovered I love reading long one-shots, so here you go!

Siren.