Chapter 14 A Dazzling Date

On Sunday that weekend Harry and Draco walked together over Hogwarts grounds, towards Hogsmeade.

The weather these last few days had become colder and colder as winter approached, but the two boys didn't mind since they had warm winter cloaks. Draco had also made sure to bring an extra scarf for Harry, since he often 'forgot' to bring his own.

They enjoyed the walk to the little town, stealing little kisses every other minute.

Harry was really happy he finally could go on a real date with Draco. The earlier Hogsmeade weekends—since he and Draco had become a, albeit secret, couple—he had been forced to spend with Hermione and Ron. He loved his friends, and hanging out with them was one of his favourite things, but he had always felt sad that he couldn't go with Draco.

'Good things happen to those who wait, tough.' Harry thought with a smile, as they walked through the gates.

"So," Draco said, turing to Harry, "where did you plan to take me?"

Harry got a playful glint in his eyes. Draco and Harry had decided that he got to plan their first date, and Draco would plan the second.

"Well, first off, we have to pick up something," Harry said and took Draco's hand.

Draco raised an eyebrow, but didn't question his boyfriend. He let Harry drag him towards Honeydukes. They waved to Ginny and Luna, as they saw them entering the hair salon across the candy shop.

Harry opened the door to Honeydukes, and they hurried inside away from the cold.

The shop was filled with students of all years, and the volume inside was high. Thanks to this, not many noticed Harry and Draco as they entered the small shop.

Harry quickly made his way to the counter and got a shop employee's attention.

"Excuse me. I'm here to pick up a pre-order, under the name Potter," Harry said.

Draco didn't think he would've had to add the name, since everyone in the wizarding world would recognize Harry (however much he tried to hide his scar), at least not when he was this close up. Though that was one of the things Draco loved about Harry. How easily he forgot, or wanted to forget, how famous he was.

The employee gave a dazzling smile, and said she would check downstairs, before she rushed away to the cellar.

Harry turned to Draco and winked towards him, still with that playful smile on his didn't have a clue what Harry had planed, but he had a feeling it was going to be good.

The employee came back after only a couple of minutes with a basket. There was a cloth over the top, so Draco couldn't see what was in the basket. Harry lifted the cloth and peered inside, to check if everything was there, before he nodded and paid the employee with a few galleons.

Draco had tried to peer into the basket, over Harry's shoulder, but he hadn't been able to see anyway.

They exited Honeydukes and started walking again.

"What's in the basket?" Draco asked curious.

"You'll see in a minute," Harry answered. Draco sighted.

After only a few more minutes—of Draco dying to know what Harry had planned—he realised that they had passed most shops.

'Were on earth are we going?' he thought as they exited the town.

"Harry, we've passed the other shops..." he said, as if Harry hadn't noticed.

"I know," Harry answered.

"But, where are we going?" Draco asked a bit unsure.

"There," Harry said and pointed towards the Shrieking Shack.

Draco stopped, "But…"

"Draco, you know it's not haunted," Harry said. He had told Draco about most of his adventures. Including the ones in third year. "Come on. I know you'll like it."

Draco still seemed a bit unsure. He shuffled his feet a bit.

"Do you trust me?" Harry asked, looking deep into Draco's eyes.

Draco nodded, took a calming breath, and started walking again.

They kept walking until they were just outside the old looking door. The house looming over them.

Harry turned to Draco, with a small smile, before he opened the door and led Draco in.

It was dark inside and, when Harry closed the door, Draco couldn't see a foot in front of himself. But he trusted Harry.

He heard Harry snap his fingers and the room lit up.

It looked like a thousand soft fairy lights. The fairy lights he usually saw at Christmas. He soon realised it was magical fairy lights, and not real fairies, that danced around the room. It was no less beautiful than real fairies though. Draco immediately loved the sight of it.

The room was well cleaned and quite empty. The only things in the room was a picnic blanket, some sitting pillows and a magical gramophone.

Draco was speechless. It was so simple, yet so beautiful.

Harry hugged him from behind and whispered in his ear, "Do you like it?"

He sounded a bit insecure. Not like he wanted to sound that way, more like he was hoping for a positive answer, and not sure if that was what he was going to receive.

"It's… It's beautiful," Draco answered. He turned around in Harry's arms, and looked into his emerald eyes. "It's magical."

They both leaned in and shared a long, slow, and enchanting kiss. Everything around them just... melted away for those minutes.

Once they were both out of breath, they still stood close. Foreheads touching. Closed eyes. Just saving the moment.

"Come," Harry said leading Draco over to the blanket and pillows. Draco took a seat and Harry put a record on the gramophone.

A soft, slow, warming song filled the room, and Draco closed his eyes for a moment. The music, the lights, the pillows. It felt to Draco as if this room could forever hide them from the world outside. Life right now was truly perfect.

"I don't recognise it," he said, eyes still closed, trying to recognize the song.

"It's a muggle record," Harry said, sitting down next to Draco, "apparently it can play those too."

Draco hummed as answer and opened his eyes again. He took off his winter cloak, since it was surprisingly warm in the room, and asked, "How did you get it so warm in here? And clean for that matter."

Harry had already taken off his cloak and put Draco's next to his own.

"I got some help from a couple of house-elves," Harry said. "They helped clean and warm up the place. They also helped with the decorations."

"Won't people see that there's light coming from here?" Draco asked concerned. "And what would hermione think of you, using house-elves like that?"

Draco still didn't really understand why Hermione made such a big deal about house-elves, but he knew Harry agreed with her to some part.

"To your information, I actually paid them," Harry said, crossing his arms. "And don't worry about anyone seeing, the house-elves took care of that too."

"You thought about everything," Draco said and gave Harry a small kiss. "So. Will you show me what's in that basket today, or will I have to wait forever?"

Harry laughed and took the cloth off the basket. Draco was once again stunned.

In the basket was all his favourite sweets and deserts. Chocolate Frogs (lots of Chocolate Frogs), Cauldron Cakes, Peppermint Toads, Sugar Quills, Fizzing Whizzbees, and some Treacle Fudge he knew Harry liked. There was also two bottles of water—since Harry remembered that Draco didn't like pumpkin juice to sweet things.

There was also a small package in the basket. Harry took it out before Draco could ask what it was, and held it out towards him.

"To me?" he asked shocked.

"Who else would it be for?" Harry answered with a smile.

Draco took the package and opened it carefully.

Inside was a couple dozen of his favourite caramels—made in Sweden. His mother had once sent them to him, by owl, and he had shared them with Harry (or rather given him two, reluctantly).

"How did you get these?!" Draco exclaimed. "Mother always imports them, and they're not very cheap."

"Well, I knew you liked them," Harry said scratching his neck. A slight blush on his cheeks. Draco had a suspicion it didn't come from the cold weather outside.

"Like them? I love them," Draco said and kissed Harry.

After leaving a breathless Harry, he took a caramel and popped it into his mouth. The sweet taste erupted in his mouth, and he could barely hold in a moan.

Harry let out a small laugh, and took out the Treacle Fudge for himself. He preferred Treacle Tart, but the fudge was good to.

They sat for nearly an hour and a half, enjoying the music and the sweets.

"How the hell am I supposed to top this Potter?" Draco asked, while he rested his head in Harry's lap.

"What?" Harry asked, running a hand through the blonds hair.

"Well, next time it's my turn to plan the date," Draco said as if it was obvious, "so I'll have to top this one."

"It's not a competition, Draco," Harry said scrunching his nose.

Draco muttered something unhearable as answer.

"I'll be happy whatever you come up with," Harry said. "As long as I'm with you."

Draco blushed, "I'm still going to top this," he murmured.

Harry hummed and continued to stroke Draco's hair. He was the only one allowed to touch it (and even that had been a right he had to fight for). He remembered the first time he had tried to run his hand through Draco's hair, while they were snogging. Draco had immediately backed away and started having a rant about how, 'Even if your hair looks like a birds nest, Potter, not everyone else's must look like that.' Harry had eventually made him come around (by stroking his hair while Draco was asleep, and when he woke up he realized how nice it felt). Now Harry was allowed to touch it, as long as he didn't mess it up.

"We should soon get going," Harry said quietly. "Were supposed to meet the others at Three Broomsticks in a little while, and I thought we might take a stroll through the town first."

Draco sat up again, "Yeah," he said, giving Harry a small kiss. "Soon."

He kissed Harry again. One hand stroking his cheek, and the other resting lightly on Harry's arm.

Harry let out a small moan, put his arms around Dracos waist, and dragged him closer. They kept snogging until they, somehow, ended up laying amongst the pillows.

Draco's right hand stroked Harry's lower stomach, since his shirt has lifted a little, while his left wandered lower. When Draco tried to cup Harry through his pants though, Harry yelped and rolled away a few inches. Draco pouted and crossed his arms.

"As much as I would like to continue this Draco," Harry said, trying to straighten his shirt, "I'm afraid we don't have time for that right now. Otherwise the others will have to wait for us."

"Let them wait," Draco said suggestively, leaning forward whilst trying to kiss Harry again.

Harry held his hand up to Draco's mouth.

"I don't think you want to explain to them, when they ask why we're late."

He kissed Draco on the nose and smirked.

"Fine," Draco muttered, and stood up.

Harry followed him and took Draco's head in his hands and gave him a good, but not to passionate, kiss.

"Well get back to that other thing another time," Harry said with a wink, and Draco seemed a bit less gloomy.

Harry turned off the music, and packed the sweets that were left back into the basket. He then shrunk the basket and put it in his pocket.

"Shall we go?" he asked taking Draco's hand.

Draco nodded.

Authors note:

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