I'm terribly sorry for having taken so long to update, so expect at least one more update today. Thank you for having stuck with me so far. I know procrastination isn't quite so tolerable, and I'm grateful to you all for having put up with it on my behalf. Without further delay, here's the next chapter!

Chapter 7

Tom Riddle stood behind Harry and looked at Draco through the window, motioning to him, "Tell him and you die." The usually intrepid blonde gulped audibly, attracting Harry's attention. "Are you okay, Mr. Malfoy?"

He didn't reply, leaving the younger teen to figure out what was going on. Oh puh-lease. Riddle was right behind him and wheeeeee… There was a gun pointed at his head through the fiberglass. Harry slowly pulled the gun out of his pocket without anyone but Draco noticing.

Before Riddle had processed what was going on, Harry shot him in both shoulders, purposely not aiming forh is head or his heart. The window shattered to piece, scraping Tom's face. A single piece of glass scraped Harry right above the eyebrow.

Tom slumped to the ground, unconscious for the poison from the bullets was getting to his system. Although, in a few hours, he'd be perfectly fine. Potter was going to pay for such rash actions.

The car sped away. Harry froze completely. He couldn't move a muscle out of fright. He'd just shot a person, but it was for the best, wasn't it? Tom Riddle was a serial killer after all and he did kill (more like brutally murder) Harry's parents and some more. Harry growled as he thought of his parents. He didn't feel so guilty about shooting Riddle anymore, but more like crying over his parents at the moment. It would be unacceptable for this was a date.

Draco saw the almost immediate sadness in his date's face expression out of the corner of his eye while he was driving. "Hey Harry, you're alright, aren't you?" he asked, concernedly.

"Not quite so. I may never be okay, and it sounds horribly melodramatic, but it's not going to happen even ten years or even thirty years from now. It's just not going to happen. You know how it is, right?" Harry simply shrugged it off, holding back the tears that threatened to fall out of his pretty green eyes. NO NO NO. He was NOT going to cry, not tonight, at the very least. Besides, his parents would want him to be happy. And… That's what mattered most, right? Right? Right? Of course, precious…

"Oh." Was the only word the ever so articulate Malfoy managed to say stupidly. He'd never been much for emotions, even with himself and it was quite understandable why. Daddy was a scheming businessman. Mommy was the money-hungry whore. Love definitely wasn't bountiful growing up. "M'sorry to hear that. If it helps any, my appreance isn't going to change much in the next ten years. It just isn't, y'know?"

A grin graced the red carpet entrance onto Harry's face at the subtly humorous joke Draco had attempted to make. "You vain git." Discontentedly, the blonde accept a chaste kiss on the cheek as his thank you for making his date feel better. A real kiss would've been better, as would some in the backseat. That probably wasn't going to happen. Dear lord, how he terribly hated being a horny teenage boy. An utterly miserable existence it proved and remained to be.

If he was lucky enough, Harry would be there to pull him through it faithfully, with his beautiful emerald eyes, soft pink lips, ruffled black and blue hair, and extremely playful smirks. His eyes didn't dare to trail lower for fear of dangerous desire.

You see, Draco wasn't exactly some blushing virgin of any sort at all. He also had the tendency to speed up relationships rather quickly until they were solely based on lust or just ended badly. Neither of those was all that good. He didn't want that between his current date and himself.

He found that he'd taken quite the liking to Mr. Harry Potter. With an intention of keeping the younger teen for as long as possible (as clichéd as it sounded), in a proper relationship, Draco decided that he would let things flow at their own rate. (How adorable is that!  ) For that sake, he could not allow himself the tiniest look at his date's body, starting from that expansive area of marvelously tanned skin on his neck and downwards.

Besides, even if Sirius was only half dressed when they'd met earlier tonight, he looked like the type of person that one wouldn't want to dislike them in any way. After all, no conceited young man would want his perfect arse kicked and bruised. Draco couldn't afford to have his perfect face marred, especially if it was permanent. He'd never be able to show his face again if it was.

"Draco?" Harry snapped his fingers in the blonde's face. "Come back to reality, would you?" He continued to stare at the dashboard, so Mr. Potter squeezed his thigh and made him squeal. Doing that wasn't all that dangerous because the blonde absentmindedly parked on the side of the road where no one would be able to ram into them.

"Gyah! What was that for, you prat! I'm not ready for that yet, Harry!" Draco's date for the evening burst into an adorable fit of laughter until the only other person in the vehicle poked his cheek lightly, just to see how squishy it was. He stopped laughing.

"Argh! How dare you! And with a very cold finger too! You're soooooo going to pay for that!" The blonde only rolled his eyes. That is, until, two cold hands ran up his shirt trailing up and down his sides, lightly tickling him.

"Yipes! Yowwwww! You evil little boy! That was just plain mean of you. Just plain mean, Harry Potter."

Draco landed himself a sniffle and a guilty look in return. "I sowwy, Dwacooooo. I didn't mean to fwighten you. Honest, Dwaco." BLAH and blah some more. Why did baby talk ALWAYS have to get him going like that, especially on evenings out?

He gave Harry a gentle peck on the lips. "It's perfectly alright. Just don't do that anymore, okay cutie?" harry nodded adorable as a response. He kind of lied. But Draco wasn't to find out, of course. Not for a little bit. A tiny, tiny white lie about tickling one's date wouldn't hurt anyone. If he was good enough, the blonde would giggle.

An awkward silence rested between the two of them. Harry found it necessary to break it. "So. Where are we going tonight anyway?"

"Honestly, I don't have a clue. Sorry to say so. This is kind of the first date I've gone on in years… and um… I kind of forgot what to do. But… err… if you want, we can go back to my house. I'll make us dinner and we can eat outside on the porch while looking up at the stars or I can just pretend I'm not glancing at you while you're eating. Then we can go back inside and watch sappy Disney movies because we both know they're the best things ever, but no one except for you is going to know I said that, okay? Or else! There will be dire consequences, darling." Draco smiled at Harry sheepishly for his rambling. He even blushed and everybody knows Malfoys don't blush.

"Of course. No one but me," Harry smiled gently.

To be continued…

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