Don't Cry-

Draconis: ok here are a few things:

1. Queen Cheryl- Thanks for the review! I really needed that! I didn't see that my words ran together...oops! I'll work on that.

2. This fic will get dark. It is not just some PWP, or sappy love shit. It will be one or those fics where you laugh, you cry, you get angry, you laugh some more but you really want to cry, fanfics. If you know where that laugh, and cry thing came from, you get a secret chapter! So if you know the answer review it or e-mail it to me.

Draco: Shut up and write the story.

Draconis:smiles: oh yeah...sorry.

Chapter 3

Hogsmead was full of people. As Draco looked around he noticed that no one from Hogwarts was there. He turned to say this to Harry but Harry pulled him into the resturant that they where going to be eating in.

As they walked to the hostess desk a young girl with short blonde hair smiled at them. "Hello and welcome to 'Pomme de Sang'. How many?"

Harry smiled back at her. "Two for breakfast."

She nodded. "Ok, Smoking or Non?'

"Smoking please."

Draco looked at the girl. She looked muggle almost. She had no robe and no wand that Draco could see. Harry pulled on his hand as the girl started to lead them to there seats. "Harry is that girl a mug-"

Harry turned and kissed him. When he pulled back he looked down at Draco. "Don't say that here, and yes. The whole resturant is."

Draco nodded and they made there way to the small table. Harry pulled out Draco's chair. Draco looked at him. "I don't think so babe. The male pulls out the chair for the female, and I will not be the female."

Harry laughed at him. "For the morning you will be. Now come on." Draco sighed and rolled his eyes as he sat down. Harry scooted him in and sat down across from him. The blonde girl placed the menus in front of them. "The waitor will be with you in a moment. Enjoy."

Draco picked up the menu and looked at it. Shit on a Shingle? Chicken Pox Soup? Draco looked over at Harry. "What is this stuff?"

Harry laughed again. He leaned over the table and whispered."It's food Draco. It's just you-know-what."

Draco made a face. "I don't know about this."

Harry smiled at him. "Just try something. They use the same thing we do just different names or cooked different." Draco nodded and Harry sat back, putting his menu down.

Draco decided to play it safe and picked the normal Biscuits and Gravy. He looked at Harry after putting the menu down. They they talked for a few minutes until the waitor came and took there order.

Harry looked up at the young man. "Yes I'll have a glass of Coffee and to eat I'll have the S.O.S."

Draco looked confused but ordered a glass of water and his meal. The waitor walked away and Draco looked at Harry. "What is S.O.S.?"

"Shit on a Shingle."

Draco looked apalled. "Why would you want to eat that!"

Harry smiled cutely at Draco. "Its a gravy with ham chopped up in it pored over toast."

Draco calmed down. "Oh. So its kinda like what I got."

Harry nodded and the conversation continued on to different topics.

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A young man in a black cloak stood at the edge of the woods next to the resturant and glared at the resurant window where he would see Draco and Harry sitting. So Dracois dating Potter? That wouldn't do. I guess I'll just have to get one of my men to solve this problem. He smirked darkly and disappeared into the woods.

Draconis: Ok thats all for right now. See everything is coming into effect.

Draco:When am I going to get laid?

Harry: Yeah!

Draconis: When I get a cigarette.

Draco: Thats not fair:Crys:

Harry: Yeah your Boyfriend wont let you smoke. So thats never going to happen.

Draconis: Sucks for you two. :turns to readers: Don't worry they will screw sooner or later.

1. Pomme de Sang- That means Apple of Blood in french. I got it from the Anita Blake vampire hunter books! Author is L.K. Hamilton.

Have a good week.