Bleeding Romantics (and the Nymphomaniac Purebloods That Shag Them)
By DramaPhile
Keywords: Harry Draco Romance Humor Valentine's Day
Rated: R for some pretty slashy shagging
Pairings: Harry/Draco,
Summary: "Please, Harry, Malfoys don't do romance, we are much better suited for wild, kinky sex without any strings attached."
Chapter 2: Just Desserts
Draco entered the Great Hall for dinner and scanned the Gryffindor table for his boyfriend. It was Tuesday, which meant they ate with Harry's house for Dinner. They'd written out a schedule at the beginning of their relationship after several heated arguments about where they would eat their meals (and some great make-up shagging), so they alternated days of the week at each House's table. Saturdays, they skipped the Great Hall and ate whatever Dobby smuggled up from the kitchen in Draco's private rooms in the Slytherin Dungeons.
Draco finally spotted Harry, but was dismayed to find him sandwiched between Colin Creevey and Parvati Patil. Of all the nerve! Draco thought, as he approached the table, infuriated.
"How come you didn't save me a seat?" Harry looked up from his plate with feigned surprise.
"Oops. I guess I forgot to." Draco was not amused.
"What do you mean you forgot? You always save me a-" Draco bit his tongue. I will not give up this early in the game, he thought bitterly.
"Fine," Draco spat, "I'll sit with Creevey." He scowled venomously at Harry, who smiled back placidly. Draco sat next to the skinny, grinning 6th year and prayed that the little wanker didn't have his camera with him.
Hermione and Ron sat across from him, the tiny charmed cupid now spinning in circles above Hermione's head and dumping handfuls of rose petals into the gravy boat.
Draco plucked a stray petal from his mashed potatoes and dropped it next to his plate.
"Sorry," Ron said, picking petals off his own plate, "It's only a prototype and Fred and George said they're still working on making the charm more permanent.
Draco sighed and took a bite of roast beef, not even bothering to look at Harry, who was happily chatting away with Seamus and Parvati.
It was going to be a long dinner.
Hermione looked from Draco to Harry and back again concernedly.
"What's wrong with you two?" She asked Draco surreptitiously when Harry got up to get dessert, "Did you have a row? Harry's hardly said a word to you all-"
"We're just fine, thank you," Draco ground out. "We just-" He stopped. It was probably best to keep their wager a secret. It was bad enough when he found out the Slytherins had a wager going as to when he and Harry would get caught shagging by Professor Snape. He did make quite a lot of money in the end, and the look on Snape's face was priceless, but four weeks of detention with his head of house was not something he cared to relive anytime soon.
"Harry's just a bit forgetful today, and I'm on edge about that bloody Herbology essay." Hermione's face brightened considerably. If there was one thing she understood well, it was stress about schoolwork.
"What are you writing yours on? I was thinking of writing about the obfuscating properties of Snake Vine, but I also though maybe I could write about the use of sneezewort in mind-healing potions. It's so hard to choose."
Yes, Draco thought, It's going to be a very long dinner.
Harry returned after a few minutes with a cup of chocolate mousse. Draco looked at the solitary dessert in Harry's hand and then back at Harry.
"Where's mine?"
"Where's your what?" Draco rolled his eyes.
"My dessert."
"Over at the dessert table, I'd imagine," Harry said lightly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"But you alw-" Draco stopped and sighed dejectedly. "Fine. I'll get it myself."
He plodded over to the dessert table, but there were no chocolate mousse cups left, only a rather wet looking pudding with some sort of unidentifiable dried fruit in it. He grabbed a cup of coffee instead and poured in more sugar than should be allowed by law. He stopped by the Gryffindor table on his way out, tapping Harry on the shoulder.
"If you want me, I'll be in my rooms, studying." Harry barely glanced up.
"Have fun." Draco didn't see the grin on Harry's face as he trudged out of the Great Hall.
Harry's plan was working brilliantly, and pretty soon, he's have Draco begging to be romanced.
Okay, that's chapter two! Thanks so much to the wonderful reviewers who keep a poor little fanfic writer like myself happy: Lozfairy, Jess, Cynara18 and FlameArchanist. Oh, and jess, I hope this chapter saves my life for a few days… oh, and this story will live up to its' R rating in the next few chapters… speaking of which, I have to do a little censoring…