Kisses Sweeter Than Wine
A/N: THANX TO Lark57: Yeah, they were supposed to be a bit edgy and confusing, sorry love. Chireel: *giggles* I'm glad you're so happy with it! discoball: *laughs* Gay pride, baby! nightwing: Will do, darling. Hikari-Chan: Yes, I like Harry as a ditz. Whee! AshFarley: You got giggly w/ Hanson? Ooh, for me it's Jude Law, Orlando Bloom, Hayden Christensen......
Chapter Two: Of All the Bloody Things
Harry awoke to the smell of smoking toast and burning eggs.
Draco must be attempting to cook again.
Groaning, the slightly gawky man disentangled himself from the blankets and toppled unceremoniously from bed, lying there, spread eagle on the ground for a few minutes, listening to the love of his life cussing away at the pan, the toaster, magic, and the innocent bread box.
"Better stop him before he goes on a mad rampage," Harry muttered. He started to belly crawl across the hard wood floor when a sharp stab of pain shot through his back and he gasped. His long, dull nailed fingers kneaded the sore muscle gingerly. When the pain settled down to a dull ache, he rose and made his way stiffly into the bright kitchen, following the depressing scent wafting through the stifling air. Only stubbing his toe twice with his eyes half closed, he found Draco at the stove, platinum locks of blonde hair jaggedly cut sticking every which way in a wild halo about his head. He turned and smiled warmly at the sleepy head. "Good morning, beautiful," he said cheerily, pushing away from the cooking and wrapping his arms around Harry's slim shoulders. The black haired man yawned and looked interestedly over his boyfriend's shoulder, sniffing miserably. "Yummy," he said without much conviction.
"Now, be patient!" Draco chided him gently, missing the sarcasm purposefully with a wicked grin and kissing his cheek, "This will be done soon enough, so just sit at the table. Get your napkin and silverware."
"You *know* how I love to cook," he added sweetly.
"Draco?" Harry's eyes traveled to the pan, which was emitting an awful cloud of black smoke.
"Yes, my Angel of the morning?"
"Um, a bit more smoke than usual, don't you think, darling?"
"Oh! Shit! I hope you don't mind black toast, dry eggs and charcoal for breakfast." Draco poked at the burned remains of the meal dejectedly.
"Like it ever isn't," muttered Harry darkly, then louder, "If it's made by you, it's only known as art." Harry reached toward the shorter man and ran a finger over the tie of the apron, the only thing Draco wore besides his boxers. The other man grinned at him appreciatively and brought the pan over to the rickety table, grabbing the burnt toast from the old metal toaster. Harry bit down on an egg and gagged it down his throat. Draco smiled and began wolfing down the food without hesitation.
Harry watched him with sick fascination for a few minutes, not quite believing that a living being could eat such substance without the knowledge of the risk of their life at stake. Draco looked up at him with annoyance and opened his mouth as wide as he could, giving Harry a lovely view of "Egg 'a la Eew".
"Enchanting, I'm sure," remarked Harry blandly, plugging his nose and downing a mouthful of eggs. After scraping a hole clean through the thoroughly blackened toast, trying and failing to find even a crumb of unblackened wheat, he stared at Draco until the other man laughed, "What is it now, Harry?"
"How about we go out this morning. My treat." Harry's tone was pleading and Draco giggled and kissed him, leaving crumbs on the corner of Harry's lip.
"That was the original plan," he said coyly, cleaning up the mess of a breakfast with the casual wave of his wand. "Merlin knows that it takes my bad cooking to get you out of this house and into public! And *spending* money no less!"
Harry rose from the table with mock menace, backing Draco into the bedroom. The blonde gasped playfully and tried to flee, but Harry tackled him onto the bed, blowing loud and intrusive raspberries over the man's flat stomach. Draco squealed with delight at his partner's touch and closed his eyes when Harry began to make his way slowly up Draco's abdomen, leaving a trails of burning kisses in his wake.
Draco groaned, opening his mouth readily to Harry's tongue. He allowed the nimble fingers of the ex-Gryffindor to wander to the waistband of his boxers and gently work them down over his hips.
"Mmm," he purred, "That's nice, lover. But if we're eating out, we best take a shower." Harry grinned mischievously and the next thing Draco knew, Harry had him hefted over his shoulder (the blonde squealing happily) and was lugging him to the bathroom.
Setting the slighter man down in the tub, Harry stepped in behind him, turning on the steaming water and pulling the cream curtain round so that no water would leak onto the black and white tiles. Draco backed up against the wall, the steam already laying his hair down in soft waves over his head. Harry pressed up to the shorter man, falling wholly into the sense of Draco's lips on his neck, his chest, his eyes, his fingers.
"Hum, I just love every bit of you," sighed Draco, standing up on his tip toes to claim Harry's mouth in a chaste kiss before reaching down to get the shampoo bottle.
Harry just smiled and enjoyed the words. He said that he loved Draco at least three times a day. More sometimes. Their lives were simple, living modestly off of both Harry and Draco's endless accounts in Gringotts, sometimes taking up odd jobs if needed. As Draco stood up and started to lather his hair, Harry tilted his head to the side, studying the ex-Slytherin as though he were a sculpture or a painting.
He's as perfect as one, mused Harry dreamily, starting to lather his own hair.
~*~
Draco insisted upon the Purple Hippo, a small pub outside of Hogsmeade. The waitress and owner, who happened to be Ginny Weasly, seated them at their usual table and sat for a few minutes of idle chit chat while the other girl, a new waitress by the name of Sandy, brought them steaming cups of orange spice tea and a cup of hot chocolate for Draco.
"So how's business since last week, Gin," asked Harry, snaking his hand over to snatch a marshmallow from Draco's drink while the blonde wasn't looking. Ginny laughed as Draco slapped Harry's hand away good-naturedly and replied, "So so. My crowd is merely bunch of loyalists who are strangely addicted to old fashioned food like you two." She winked at them. "I saw Seamus a few days back you know."
"Oh? How is the old bloke," said Draco mildly, chewing on a marshmallow and grudgingly offering one to Harry, who scooped it off his fingers with an expert tongue.
"Well, I told you about Dean and him, right?"
"Yes. I just can't believe he'd be stupid enough to marry Lavender and then go back to Dean after only a *year*." Harry shook his head. "Poor Lavender, how's she holding up?"
Ginny stood, looking towards the door as two more men came in, and answered him pointedly as she walked away, "How would you feel if you married a gay spouse?"
Harry turned to Draco and kissed his cheek, whispering, "I'd feel wonderful." Draco smiled back at him lovingly and gave him a light kiss on his nose. Then Sandy came by, her dishwater blonde tresses matted with oily air from the cook's house behind the far counter. She smiled politely down at them and asked for their order.
"Urm," Harry hadn't had to order in this pub since only Merlin knew when. Ginny knew what to give them. But poor Sandy looked nervous so he smiled warmly back and recited, "I'll have the buttermilk pancakes with an omelet, toast, and a side of bacon. That'll be all and maybe a pot for my tea." She jotted it all down, her tongue sticking between her teeth. When she finished and turned to Draco, her and Harry saw that at the moment the blonde was deeply involved in blowing happy little frothing bubbles of chocolate over the side of his cup and seeing how high he could propel the sloppy dripping marshmallows using a straw he had conjured up.
Sandy looked shocked that a grown man (not to mention one so refined looking) would be blowing bubbles in his cocoa like a two year old (A/N: Or for that matter a 14 year old authoress by the name of Villain). She looked at Harry nervously, who was staring at Draco with a look of weary amusement. He reached over and snatched the straw out of Draco's mouth, licking off the end and holding it out of the blonde's reach. Draco pouted, then noticed Sandy watching him with wide, scared blue eyes, clutching to the notepad for dear life. He cleared his throat and said airily, "Belgian waffles with a side of strawberries, strawberry syrup and a small cup of whipped cream if you will." He gave her a dashing smile and she blushed deeply, ducking away to fulfill their orders.
From behind the giant counter in the back, Billy the Cook waved to the two men, who nodded back. Harry chuckled and gave Draco back his straw. "I can't believe you," he said in mock disgust, shaking his head. Draco grinned widely and proceeded to cause a minor explosion of the chocolate bubbled in his mug, managing to get his drink everywhere.
Laughing, they mopped it up with the paper napkins. Draco leaned far back, arching over the top of the seat, stretching his hands high and allowing a tiny line of his stomach to show. Harry purposefully did not notice and calmly sipped his tea. His partner pouted prettily and then stood up and scratched his chin. He laid a hand on Harry's shoulder and tickled his ear. "I'm off to the loo, moppet."
"Have fun," said Harry brightly, nipping at the pale fingers.
"I assure you I'll try just for you, lover," retorted Draco smoothly, ruffling Harry's hair as he glided past, swaying his hips much to the pleasure of the whole pub.
Sneakily Harry peeked over his shoulder and watched the back pockets of Draco's impossibly tight trousers move away, waving cheerily at him as they bobbed rythmically along. He grinned and turned back to his tea as Draco disappeared around the corner of the old wood counter.......
....... Harry turned quickly around upon hearing Hermione call to him, "Harry! Hurry or you'll be late!" As he did, he knocked right into someone solid and fell backwards. That someone put their hands out on his hips to steady him and he took hold of their upper arms to keep his balance. A long finger with black painted nails brushed his lips and moved up his face to push the askew pair of glasses back up the startled Gryffindor's nose. Green eyes focused on who stood in front of him, their eyebrow arched smartly and hand resting irresistibly on a crooked hip.
Draco blinked at Harry slowly, looking rather bored. He seemed about to say something biting, for a sneer was creeping across the turned down lips. Embarrassed, Harry drew away sharply, his hands to his chest, and sputtered clumsily, "I - I'm sorry-"
A coy smile played over the Slytherin's sensuous lips. He pressed closer to the other boy, never breaking with him their burning eye contact, forcing Harry to stumble back into the wall, his glasses only getting knocked askew again. He looked terrified. His breath had quickened.
"Well, I'm not," the blonde purred. As the words dropped from his sugar coated lips, a pale hand snaked up between them to take Harry's chin painfully in its iron grip. The raven haired boy could feel the bruise rising and struggled not to whimper. But every thought of the pain (or anything else for that matter) fled as Draco tilted his head to the side, parting the perfect bow shaped lips and closing his eyes. Two twin pools of green shone with nothing short of frightened shock as he felt the wet, hot pressure of Draco's soft mouth resting upon his. Thinking frantically, Harry reflexively shut his eyes tight and hesitantly parted his own lips. He could feel Draco smile against his mouth, sliding his expert tongue past the quivering lips. And he felt his knees give away. Before he could tell anything from whatnot, he was looking up at the smug Slytherin from the ground, his mouth positively *burning* with the lingering sensation of the other's lips.
Draco bent over straight from the waist, causing many heads to turn as they made their ways hurriedly into their classrooms, and leaned in close to Harry. He was flat against he wall now, rightfully scared out of his wits. Then he felt his insides melt all over again as Draco's hot breath caressed his ear and neck. "This was fun Potter. Step by step we go." He leaned back, once again taking Harry's chin in his grasp, gently this time, and tilting up the pretty face to meet his own hard set one. Harry swallowed uncertainly, his eyes screaming to look away from the gray that pierced through his soul. His neck began to hurt and Draco finally let him go, slumping back into the wall. Then the willowy Slytherin simply spun on his heel and walked into an nearby classroom.
The halls were completely empty and Harry knew that there was no way he would ever get to Transfiguration on time......
....... He was knocked painfully back into reality from his reminiscense as Draco came sliding up in his socks to give him a slobbery kiss on his neck before plopping back down in his seat right when Ginny slapped down their steaming plates. She gave Draco another cup of cocoa, and a giant pink straw - much to his delight - and winked at them again, striding to the next costumers a few tables over where Sandy was having trouble balancing all the platters.
"Yummy," cooed Draco, piling vast amounts of fresh strawberries and strawberry syrup and whipped cream over his waffles. And as Harry was rubbing his eyes to further free himself of his trip down Memory Lane, Draco snatched two strips of bacon off of Harry's plate with lightning quick speed. Though as he went to shove them greedily into his mouth, Harry's hand whipped out faster than thought and grabbed them back, shoving them into his own mouth and crunching down. Draco glared at him, then began to giggle as Harry noticed two young girls stared at him in awe from the next table. He flushed and batted at Draco, who scooted smoothly away out of reach with his plate.
Ginny walked over again and looked sternly down at Draco as he was digging in. "Where are your shoes young man?" He looked guiltily up at her and gave a killer puppy face that could've melted ice. "I just had to get here as quick as I could! No time for shoes." She laughed and walked away.
Harry looked wryly at his lover and rolled his eyes. "No wonder you never have any damned socks. You wear them to threads in no time! Well, I don't want to hear any complaining about *this* pair."
Draco grinned wickedly, getting ready to spring away as Harry's face darkened. "Oh, you won't have to, love. They're yours after all."
A/N: Okay, peeps, what is the most romantic thing you can think of? *giggles* I'm allowing myself too much fun! So the next chappie's going to get a bit darker, capeesh? *_~ Au revior!
~*Villain*~
A/N: THANX TO Lark57: Yeah, they were supposed to be a bit edgy and confusing, sorry love. Chireel: *giggles* I'm glad you're so happy with it! discoball: *laughs* Gay pride, baby! nightwing: Will do, darling. Hikari-Chan: Yes, I like Harry as a ditz. Whee! AshFarley: You got giggly w/ Hanson? Ooh, for me it's Jude Law, Orlando Bloom, Hayden Christensen......
Chapter Two: Of All the Bloody Things
Harry awoke to the smell of smoking toast and burning eggs.
Draco must be attempting to cook again.
Groaning, the slightly gawky man disentangled himself from the blankets and toppled unceremoniously from bed, lying there, spread eagle on the ground for a few minutes, listening to the love of his life cussing away at the pan, the toaster, magic, and the innocent bread box.
"Better stop him before he goes on a mad rampage," Harry muttered. He started to belly crawl across the hard wood floor when a sharp stab of pain shot through his back and he gasped. His long, dull nailed fingers kneaded the sore muscle gingerly. When the pain settled down to a dull ache, he rose and made his way stiffly into the bright kitchen, following the depressing scent wafting through the stifling air. Only stubbing his toe twice with his eyes half closed, he found Draco at the stove, platinum locks of blonde hair jaggedly cut sticking every which way in a wild halo about his head. He turned and smiled warmly at the sleepy head. "Good morning, beautiful," he said cheerily, pushing away from the cooking and wrapping his arms around Harry's slim shoulders. The black haired man yawned and looked interestedly over his boyfriend's shoulder, sniffing miserably. "Yummy," he said without much conviction.
"Now, be patient!" Draco chided him gently, missing the sarcasm purposefully with a wicked grin and kissing his cheek, "This will be done soon enough, so just sit at the table. Get your napkin and silverware."
"You *know* how I love to cook," he added sweetly.
"Draco?" Harry's eyes traveled to the pan, which was emitting an awful cloud of black smoke.
"Yes, my Angel of the morning?"
"Um, a bit more smoke than usual, don't you think, darling?"
"Oh! Shit! I hope you don't mind black toast, dry eggs and charcoal for breakfast." Draco poked at the burned remains of the meal dejectedly.
"Like it ever isn't," muttered Harry darkly, then louder, "If it's made by you, it's only known as art." Harry reached toward the shorter man and ran a finger over the tie of the apron, the only thing Draco wore besides his boxers. The other man grinned at him appreciatively and brought the pan over to the rickety table, grabbing the burnt toast from the old metal toaster. Harry bit down on an egg and gagged it down his throat. Draco smiled and began wolfing down the food without hesitation.
Harry watched him with sick fascination for a few minutes, not quite believing that a living being could eat such substance without the knowledge of the risk of their life at stake. Draco looked up at him with annoyance and opened his mouth as wide as he could, giving Harry a lovely view of "Egg 'a la Eew".
"Enchanting, I'm sure," remarked Harry blandly, plugging his nose and downing a mouthful of eggs. After scraping a hole clean through the thoroughly blackened toast, trying and failing to find even a crumb of unblackened wheat, he stared at Draco until the other man laughed, "What is it now, Harry?"
"How about we go out this morning. My treat." Harry's tone was pleading and Draco giggled and kissed him, leaving crumbs on the corner of Harry's lip.
"That was the original plan," he said coyly, cleaning up the mess of a breakfast with the casual wave of his wand. "Merlin knows that it takes my bad cooking to get you out of this house and into public! And *spending* money no less!"
Harry rose from the table with mock menace, backing Draco into the bedroom. The blonde gasped playfully and tried to flee, but Harry tackled him onto the bed, blowing loud and intrusive raspberries over the man's flat stomach. Draco squealed with delight at his partner's touch and closed his eyes when Harry began to make his way slowly up Draco's abdomen, leaving a trails of burning kisses in his wake.
Draco groaned, opening his mouth readily to Harry's tongue. He allowed the nimble fingers of the ex-Gryffindor to wander to the waistband of his boxers and gently work them down over his hips.
"Mmm," he purred, "That's nice, lover. But if we're eating out, we best take a shower." Harry grinned mischievously and the next thing Draco knew, Harry had him hefted over his shoulder (the blonde squealing happily) and was lugging him to the bathroom.
Setting the slighter man down in the tub, Harry stepped in behind him, turning on the steaming water and pulling the cream curtain round so that no water would leak onto the black and white tiles. Draco backed up against the wall, the steam already laying his hair down in soft waves over his head. Harry pressed up to the shorter man, falling wholly into the sense of Draco's lips on his neck, his chest, his eyes, his fingers.
"Hum, I just love every bit of you," sighed Draco, standing up on his tip toes to claim Harry's mouth in a chaste kiss before reaching down to get the shampoo bottle.
Harry just smiled and enjoyed the words. He said that he loved Draco at least three times a day. More sometimes. Their lives were simple, living modestly off of both Harry and Draco's endless accounts in Gringotts, sometimes taking up odd jobs if needed. As Draco stood up and started to lather his hair, Harry tilted his head to the side, studying the ex-Slytherin as though he were a sculpture or a painting.
He's as perfect as one, mused Harry dreamily, starting to lather his own hair.
~*~
Draco insisted upon the Purple Hippo, a small pub outside of Hogsmeade. The waitress and owner, who happened to be Ginny Weasly, seated them at their usual table and sat for a few minutes of idle chit chat while the other girl, a new waitress by the name of Sandy, brought them steaming cups of orange spice tea and a cup of hot chocolate for Draco.
"So how's business since last week, Gin," asked Harry, snaking his hand over to snatch a marshmallow from Draco's drink while the blonde wasn't looking. Ginny laughed as Draco slapped Harry's hand away good-naturedly and replied, "So so. My crowd is merely bunch of loyalists who are strangely addicted to old fashioned food like you two." She winked at them. "I saw Seamus a few days back you know."
"Oh? How is the old bloke," said Draco mildly, chewing on a marshmallow and grudgingly offering one to Harry, who scooped it off his fingers with an expert tongue.
"Well, I told you about Dean and him, right?"
"Yes. I just can't believe he'd be stupid enough to marry Lavender and then go back to Dean after only a *year*." Harry shook his head. "Poor Lavender, how's she holding up?"
Ginny stood, looking towards the door as two more men came in, and answered him pointedly as she walked away, "How would you feel if you married a gay spouse?"
Harry turned to Draco and kissed his cheek, whispering, "I'd feel wonderful." Draco smiled back at him lovingly and gave him a light kiss on his nose. Then Sandy came by, her dishwater blonde tresses matted with oily air from the cook's house behind the far counter. She smiled politely down at them and asked for their order.
"Urm," Harry hadn't had to order in this pub since only Merlin knew when. Ginny knew what to give them. But poor Sandy looked nervous so he smiled warmly back and recited, "I'll have the buttermilk pancakes with an omelet, toast, and a side of bacon. That'll be all and maybe a pot for my tea." She jotted it all down, her tongue sticking between her teeth. When she finished and turned to Draco, her and Harry saw that at the moment the blonde was deeply involved in blowing happy little frothing bubbles of chocolate over the side of his cup and seeing how high he could propel the sloppy dripping marshmallows using a straw he had conjured up.
Sandy looked shocked that a grown man (not to mention one so refined looking) would be blowing bubbles in his cocoa like a two year old (A/N: Or for that matter a 14 year old authoress by the name of Villain). She looked at Harry nervously, who was staring at Draco with a look of weary amusement. He reached over and snatched the straw out of Draco's mouth, licking off the end and holding it out of the blonde's reach. Draco pouted, then noticed Sandy watching him with wide, scared blue eyes, clutching to the notepad for dear life. He cleared his throat and said airily, "Belgian waffles with a side of strawberries, strawberry syrup and a small cup of whipped cream if you will." He gave her a dashing smile and she blushed deeply, ducking away to fulfill their orders.
From behind the giant counter in the back, Billy the Cook waved to the two men, who nodded back. Harry chuckled and gave Draco back his straw. "I can't believe you," he said in mock disgust, shaking his head. Draco grinned widely and proceeded to cause a minor explosion of the chocolate bubbled in his mug, managing to get his drink everywhere.
Laughing, they mopped it up with the paper napkins. Draco leaned far back, arching over the top of the seat, stretching his hands high and allowing a tiny line of his stomach to show. Harry purposefully did not notice and calmly sipped his tea. His partner pouted prettily and then stood up and scratched his chin. He laid a hand on Harry's shoulder and tickled his ear. "I'm off to the loo, moppet."
"Have fun," said Harry brightly, nipping at the pale fingers.
"I assure you I'll try just for you, lover," retorted Draco smoothly, ruffling Harry's hair as he glided past, swaying his hips much to the pleasure of the whole pub.
Sneakily Harry peeked over his shoulder and watched the back pockets of Draco's impossibly tight trousers move away, waving cheerily at him as they bobbed rythmically along. He grinned and turned back to his tea as Draco disappeared around the corner of the old wood counter.......
....... Harry turned quickly around upon hearing Hermione call to him, "Harry! Hurry or you'll be late!" As he did, he knocked right into someone solid and fell backwards. That someone put their hands out on his hips to steady him and he took hold of their upper arms to keep his balance. A long finger with black painted nails brushed his lips and moved up his face to push the askew pair of glasses back up the startled Gryffindor's nose. Green eyes focused on who stood in front of him, their eyebrow arched smartly and hand resting irresistibly on a crooked hip.
Draco blinked at Harry slowly, looking rather bored. He seemed about to say something biting, for a sneer was creeping across the turned down lips. Embarrassed, Harry drew away sharply, his hands to his chest, and sputtered clumsily, "I - I'm sorry-"
A coy smile played over the Slytherin's sensuous lips. He pressed closer to the other boy, never breaking with him their burning eye contact, forcing Harry to stumble back into the wall, his glasses only getting knocked askew again. He looked terrified. His breath had quickened.
"Well, I'm not," the blonde purred. As the words dropped from his sugar coated lips, a pale hand snaked up between them to take Harry's chin painfully in its iron grip. The raven haired boy could feel the bruise rising and struggled not to whimper. But every thought of the pain (or anything else for that matter) fled as Draco tilted his head to the side, parting the perfect bow shaped lips and closing his eyes. Two twin pools of green shone with nothing short of frightened shock as he felt the wet, hot pressure of Draco's soft mouth resting upon his. Thinking frantically, Harry reflexively shut his eyes tight and hesitantly parted his own lips. He could feel Draco smile against his mouth, sliding his expert tongue past the quivering lips. And he felt his knees give away. Before he could tell anything from whatnot, he was looking up at the smug Slytherin from the ground, his mouth positively *burning* with the lingering sensation of the other's lips.
Draco bent over straight from the waist, causing many heads to turn as they made their ways hurriedly into their classrooms, and leaned in close to Harry. He was flat against he wall now, rightfully scared out of his wits. Then he felt his insides melt all over again as Draco's hot breath caressed his ear and neck. "This was fun Potter. Step by step we go." He leaned back, once again taking Harry's chin in his grasp, gently this time, and tilting up the pretty face to meet his own hard set one. Harry swallowed uncertainly, his eyes screaming to look away from the gray that pierced through his soul. His neck began to hurt and Draco finally let him go, slumping back into the wall. Then the willowy Slytherin simply spun on his heel and walked into an nearby classroom.
The halls were completely empty and Harry knew that there was no way he would ever get to Transfiguration on time......
....... He was knocked painfully back into reality from his reminiscense as Draco came sliding up in his socks to give him a slobbery kiss on his neck before plopping back down in his seat right when Ginny slapped down their steaming plates. She gave Draco another cup of cocoa, and a giant pink straw - much to his delight - and winked at them again, striding to the next costumers a few tables over where Sandy was having trouble balancing all the platters.
"Yummy," cooed Draco, piling vast amounts of fresh strawberries and strawberry syrup and whipped cream over his waffles. And as Harry was rubbing his eyes to further free himself of his trip down Memory Lane, Draco snatched two strips of bacon off of Harry's plate with lightning quick speed. Though as he went to shove them greedily into his mouth, Harry's hand whipped out faster than thought and grabbed them back, shoving them into his own mouth and crunching down. Draco glared at him, then began to giggle as Harry noticed two young girls stared at him in awe from the next table. He flushed and batted at Draco, who scooted smoothly away out of reach with his plate.
Ginny walked over again and looked sternly down at Draco as he was digging in. "Where are your shoes young man?" He looked guiltily up at her and gave a killer puppy face that could've melted ice. "I just had to get here as quick as I could! No time for shoes." She laughed and walked away.
Harry looked wryly at his lover and rolled his eyes. "No wonder you never have any damned socks. You wear them to threads in no time! Well, I don't want to hear any complaining about *this* pair."
Draco grinned wickedly, getting ready to spring away as Harry's face darkened. "Oh, you won't have to, love. They're yours after all."
A/N: Okay, peeps, what is the most romantic thing you can think of? *giggles* I'm allowing myself too much fun! So the next chappie's going to get a bit darker, capeesh? *_~ Au revior!
~*Villain*~