Disclaimer: Don't own anything to do with Harry Potter.

A/N Okay the name of the restaurant is supposed to be The Golden Rooster but sadly since translations are funny that way, it can also be interpurpeted as the gold cock, andif you can see the irony (or humor whatever)there... well you can :P I thought it was amusing but I'm the insane author.

Warnings: With this chapter, I got 'raunchy' you could say but... I tried to not do anything way over board. So yeah, just beware, there is one little scene you might want to skip over if you don't like to read that stuff. But trust me it's not the whole chapter.

I am sorry about the lack of updates x.x I just keep getting cursed writers block! But this is a long one so hopefully it can make up for it!

Harry was busy getting ready to meet Draco at the Le Coq D'Or, one of the more fancy restaurants in London, hoping it pleased the man. It had been two days since Cecelia left, and he'd sent Avy to her friend Andrea's place for the weekend, seeing as it was Friday.

He'd done everything not to look, talk, or make contact with Avy, unsure of what else he could possibly say to her. It wasn't every day your girlfriend, well ex girlfriend now, shouted at you for being bisexual and in love with a man.

The worst part about it was he knew she was right, but Harry wouldn't use the word love, although a strong liking for Draco would work. After not speaking to Draco for so long, he'd forgotten how damn attractive the guy could be.

With Avy gone the house was as silent as it always was, but there was one difference: the tension that rang in his head every time he was in the same room with her. He felt more relaxed with her gone, and he knew eventually she'd ask him about it, but right now she seemed to get the point, he wasn't ready to talk about it.

Harry put on his best white dress shirt, then pulled on his black dinning jacket. He firmed it down, trying to get rid of any wrinkles so he could look his best. He wanted to look good for Draco after all.

His hair was hopeless, sticking out whatever way it wished, as if it had a will of its own, his black pants barely touched his black dress shoes, and he hoped Draco knew what to wear, as they were going to be going to a muggle place.

He felt he could give Draco something special, and at the same time, make sure no one noticed they had even been there. He didn't want the Wizarding world to know, and hopefully wizards didn't frequent the place he would take Draco this evening.

You could never be too sure, though. But Harry knew if he did anything to make sure no one saw them Draco would walk out and never come back, and right now, that was far from what he wanted.

Harry walked out of his room and to the fireplace, knowing the plan was to floo to Draco's place, take Draco's car to the restaurant, have supper, and then go back to Draco's. What was going to happen after that was still running through Harry's head.

Harry walked up to the fireplace, picked up some floo powder form the jar, and threw it over the fireplace, shouting "Malfoy Manor." Harry was then transported to Draco's study, shooting out in a frenzy of magic.

"About time you got here, those reservations you got us could have been canceled if you'd gotten here ten minutes late." Harry heard Draco's voice above him, and looked up from the carpeted floor at Draco's handsome face.

"I'm sorry, your majesty, I had a kid to get out of the house before she suspected anything." Harry replied, getting up off of the floor and checking himself, making sure there was no soot over his clothes.

"Kids always suspect everything. So you ditched the blonde?" Draco asked, his hair combed straight with a neat part in it, black dinning jacket and black pants as well as a white dress shirt, much like Harry's own wardrobe except for one thing, Draco had a bowtie on his neck.

"Don't call her that, and yes I broke it off with Cecelia, thank you for your pity. She got me outed to my own child." Harry grumbled, still feeling bitter about that fight, Cecelia had broken his favourite gold vase during the fight as well.

"Oh well, Avy's not stupid, she would have found out eventually. Now lets go eat supper." Draco said and walked out of his study calmly, looking serious as ever, but Harry was a nervous wreck.

"You're a blonde too." Harry commented as they got to the front door of Malfoy's Manor, and stopped right there, as Draco turned around, his grey eyes looking at Harry quizzically.

"Of course I'm a blonde, you nitwit, if you hadn't notice my lovely hair already, maybe the memory of my pubic hair can jolt you back to…" But Harry cut Draco off right there.

"Okay, okay I get it, stupid thing to say, can we go now?" Harry said, a faint blush rising on his face.

"Yes we can." Draco said, trying to hold a smirk. He could still get Harry riled up obviously, and Harry was cursing the fact that he could. Outside of the Manor, Harry could see a vast garden with mutli-coloured flowers, and thought that whoever Draco hired as a gardener, they were very good.

On the driveway was a silver Porsche, gleaming in the sunset; it was 7:00 and their reservation was for 7:30. Harry stared at the Porsche and shook his head; Draco was as vain as ever, his car screamed it.

Draco opened the door to the passenger's seat, smirking at Harry and pointing into the car with one of his hands. "Ladies first." Harry rolled his green eyes at Draco, but got in the car with Draco holding the door open just the same.

Draco closed the car door and got into the driver's seat, starting up the car and backing out of the driveway quickly. Harry put on his seat belt and sat calmly, looking out the window as Draco drove down the road, driving fast so they could get to the restaurant on time.

"You do know where the restaurant is, right?" Harry asked, worried they were going to be spotted in the car, and how to make sure this didn't happen.

"Relax, Harry, of course I do. It's expensive, even for a muggle restaurant.. I know what I'm doing." Draco said, looking out of his rearview mirror. 'But I don't.' Harry said, and shrunk back onto his chair, trying to feel as relaxed as he could.

'This isn't so hard when you're not terrified someone will spot you,' Harry thought, finally able to relax when they got to the restaurant and were about to park.

Marjorie Magda was a new reporter for the Daily Prophet, and she wanted to start with a bang. So who better to go after then some star Quidditch player? Well those were her fatal last thoughts when she noticed Harry Potter driving in a car around London, heading to the more expensive muggle shopping streets.

She knew she wouldn't be able to figure out where he was going straight off the bat, so she thought about it before apparating from the bakery store from the back of the store where no one would see her.

'Okay it's around what, supper time maybe, so one of those fancy restaurants. Now which one would he go to? Well one of the more expensive ones I imagine, we'll have to see." Marjorie said to herself before a pop sounded throughout the store, startling an elderly customer.

But no one was the wiser that a witch had just apparated herself to a small alleyway right beside the dumpster to Le Coq D'Or restaurant. Now being the witch she was, she decided it best if she 'let herself in' to the back, looking at one of the waitresses and changing her clothes with her wand to resemble the black and red uniforms.

Hiding her wand in the pocket she'd created for it in the uniform, she walked over to the serving area and looked over the restaurant. Many people were in lovely garments, some more glamorous then others, but they all spoke one thing: wealth.

Marjorie felt at home here, she really did.

Scanning the restaurant she caught the person she'd been looking for; Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were sitting in a table by the window, talking to each other in a conversationalist fashion. Nothing much of interest.

Until she noticed something with her hawk like eyes. Harry Potter was blushing like a little school girl as Draco Malfoy, that lucky rich heir, brushed his hand over Potter's hand for a moment.

'Now here's something I can use!' Marjorie thought to herself, a vindictive smile unfurling on her red lips. She had to find a way to get closer to that table!

Draco was having the time of his life. He was making Harry blush and for once he felt like he was in control of his time spent with Harry.

The restaurant was really nice, even though he'd never bothered to step in it before, he could see Harry had. It wasn't that Draco was poor, it was just he'd never met a guy great enough to take out to fancy places.

And this time it was him who was being taken out to dinner; it was a nice twist from what he always thought it would be. The restaurant was decorated in red walls with tables set across the floor accordingly, making it not too crowded.

Candles lit the tables as dim lights glowed from the ceilings, illuminating the white cloths over the tabletops. Draco picked up his menu finally, glad that he was finally seated, as Harry seemed to be regaining his nerves.

He didn't like the fact that Harry was acting so nervous, but he knew one thing, Harry was new to taking a guy out, even though it looked more like a pair of friends who were getting together for a nice supper to the other guests in the restaurant.

At least that's how Draco hoped it looked; he didn't have a problem with anyone knowing anymore, his father long gone from his life, but Harry, he was in the public eye, had a daughter, and was supposed to be strictly straight, as far as everyone else was concerned.

Draco searched the small print menu, and looked up from the plastic menu, eyeing Harry. "So, should we start with some red wine?" Draco suggested.

"If you want to, I mean, if it's a good choice, er… oh fu—." Harry said, stumbling over his words as he pulled himself together and took a deep breathe, letting it out slowly. Draco could have kissed him then and there, but knew that probably wouldn't be such a good idea at this moment in time.

Harry tried again, "Yes, that sounds like a good thing to start with." Draco smiled and nodded, watching as their waitress came up to their table. The waitress was dressed in the same thing as the other waiters, but there was something about this one, that just seemed.. off.

She had long dark chestnut hair that had been put up hastily, he could tell, into a tight bun. Her dark eyes seemed to gleam as she looked at them, as if they were something tasty. Well they were well dressed and attractive but… still, something was odd with her showing it so clearly.

She seemed to take a minute to say something, switching her eyes from Draco to Harry, before saying "Have you decided or do you need more time with the menu?" She asked, and even though she sounded nice, there was an undertone of something else. It reminded Draco of his own mother in some ways.

"We'll start with some red wine, thank you. We need a little more time to decide what we want." Harry said, just as Draco opened his mouth to order the wine. The waitress nodded, and wrote it down on pad of paper, walking away and going onto another table.

Harry looked at Draco with that courage he always knew would be there, and Draco knew, that for tonight, Harry would be his, even if they had to act like buddies instead of what Draco hoped they were going to be after tonight.

Marjorie didn't get much information to make a story of interest from watching the pair, seeing as she couldn't hear their conversation. She wondered why the muggles hadn't asked her who she was, but it seemed they all assumed she was one of the waitresses and she took the tables she had been told to go to without complaint, as if she was really working there.

Marjorie was holding two plates with roast duck glazed in honey, a jacket potato stuffed with gravy cheese and broccoli, and greens on the side for Harry Potter and his questionable friend.

If nothing juicy came from the conversation she could always spice it up a bit in her article for the editor, as far as the editor of the daily prophet was concerned if it sold, it went into the paper, be it bad or good.

Draco Malfoy was sipping a glass of red wine when Marjorie arrived with their dinner. She set the food down on the table in front of them both, wondering why they both had gotten the same meal to eat; she would have thought they both would have wanted something different.

Marjorie had already thought it all out, and a real waitress would have said something to an extent of have a good meal, so she did just that. "Enjoy!" Marjorie said in a friendly tone, trying to make it sound sincere.

It must have worked because they smiled at her and picked up their forks and knives, cutting into the meat. Marjorie went straight to the table with the lady dressed up in purple; Marjorie thought she looked a bit like a plum, honestly.

The lady looked up with her pudgy face, grey hair sitting on top of her hair in what Marjorie supposed muggles thought was elegant, and said with her dreadfully pink mouth "I'd like another bottle of this white wine."

Marjorie put on a sweet smile. "Certainly." She said, and walked away to the kitchen, glancing around quickly at her targets, and was happy to note they looked very pleased with their meal.

'Oh I am good.' Marjorie thought to herself as she went back to get some more of the wine the lady had asked for.

Harry stole the last piece of the dessert with glee. What had once been rolled crepes was now a fruity ice cream mess on a white plate. Draco looked satisfied, and Harry had to say he was too.

It hadn't been too bad; no one was staring at them, thinking they were just friends getting together. One good thing about being with a man, everyone else suspected you were just friends if you were careful.

There were no reporters to ask you about the other, or take notice when you broke up. So far no one but his friends knew about the break up with Cecelia, and he would rather it stayed that way. He knew that it was too much to hope for, but he couldn't think about that right now.

It was time to try this whole relationship thing with Draco, for once in their lives. What they had once had hadn't really been a relationship, although at times it had felt like it. When they had been younger they'd been attracted to each other, but that didn't mean they were compatible.

But now, well now it was different, in a way. Harry still didn't want anyone to know, but Draco was a lot less rude, well to a certain extent, and he was open with his sexuality. Harry doubted he'd ever be open with being bisexual, even knowing his daughter had heard it out of his own mouth made him feel sick.

"So should we ask for the bill?" Harry asked after a moment of silence between them as they let their stomach digest. Draco let out a sigh and nodded, looking completely content.

Harry smiled, and looked over his shoulder to see their brunette waitress coming their way. She stopped at their table and said, "All done you two?" She said, and Harry thought she was most likely one of the more polite waitresses he had ever seen.

"Yes." Draco said with a smile, giving Harry a sly look, and Harry knew what was next, he was paying, the whole lot of it. But it wasn't that bad, Quidditch paid well, it was a good thing he played so well at it.

"Separate bills?" she asked, getting ready to go get both of them before Harry shook his black head.

"Not tonight, just the one please." Harry said, and the women nodded, walking away with a smile on her face as if she'd just gotten a good tid bit of information.

"I think I like being taken out." Draco commented, acting smug.

"Don't get too used to it, Draco; this is probably going to cost me something." Harry said, knowing it wasn't such a bad thing, but he did have to feed Avy, and he didn't have time to cook for her so he would do what was easiest, take her out.

The waitress arrived again and set down a black leather book, and walked away. As Harry flipped the smooth material open and took the bill out, reading it quickly and looking at the final bill.

"So how much does it cost to take a Malfoy out?" Draco said, smiling as if he'd just won something.

"About 38 galleons I think." Harry responded, knowing he had to get out his muggle credit card to bay for this night out.

"Ha! I'll clean out your wallet before you know it!" Draco threatened, if it was a threat, because Harry wouldn't mind if he did. He wasn't the type to care if he lost money; as far as he was concerned he had enough.

Harry put down his credit card on the bill in the leather holder, closed it up waiting for the girl to come back and take it. "I don't think I'll mind so… am I coming back to your place tonight?" Harry asked, trying to sound casual.

"Well yeah, of course, how will you get back… well you know." Draco said, then looked at Harry with that sly smile still stuck on his face, "Unless."

"Unless what?" Harry asked, and the waitress came back, making them stop what they were saying. The woman took it away to the back and Draco continued.

"Unless… you want to stay the night because you'll be lonely without your daughter there, nights can be rough in a dark house all alone." Draco said, knowing from experience that it sucked to be alone in the Manor.

Harry let out a small chuckle, shaking his head so his messy locks flew around some more, and Draco had the urge to straighten them out, it looked misplaced in this fancy restaurant, it really did.

"Yes, I think I'd like that. Staying over night, I mean." Harry whispered, as the waitress came back with the bill. He had thought he said it lowly enough so only Draco could hear, but when Marjorie's ears perked up at hearing that, she knew she had something that was food for the fishies, so to speak.

"Thank you." the waitress said to them as Harry took the pen that she had brought with her and signed the bill, and took one copy for himself. Harry put away his wallet and got up off of his chair, fixing his jacket that was slightly wrinkled from sitting down for nearly two hours.

Draco walked to the door first, as if determined to get to his car as fast as possible, and Harry followed, not noticing that the waitress had disappeared from the restaurant with their leaving.

Harry followed Draco out to the door, walking with Draco to the car. Draco got in first and as he was starting it Harry got in on the other side. Harry felt confident now, and knew whatever happened tonight, he'd be happy it happened.

Draco stopped the car, taking his key out of the ignition and looking at Harry who was staring back at him. "Well…" Draco said, not sure what else there was to say. He looked outside his window for a second, noticing how dark it was now that it was around 9:30 pm.

"So…" was Harry's wonderful response, and like a mutual agreement they both moved their torso's over and locked lips. Draco rubbed his bottom lip over Harry's, and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, slicking his tongue into Harry mouth.

They touched tongues, and Draco ran his over Harry's, feeling the bumpy wet texture of Harry's tongue, while Harry sucked on Draco's tongue, barely grazing Draco's tongue with his teeth.

The broke apart and all Draco could see was Harry's small nose and his green eyes because he was so close to Harry. "One thing never changes, your thing with sucking whatever you can get your mouth on." Draco said, laughing when he felt Harry's playful slap.

"Shut up Draco." He said, wiggling out of Draco's hold on him and getting out of the car. Draco followed and walked to the Manor's front door after Harry's dark silhouette, then once he could see Harry a bit better he pushed Harry up against the door, not caring that Harry's back was digging into the door handle.

"I never said it was a bad thing." Draco whispered before claiming Harry's mouth with his again in the dark night. Harry would have commented on his sucking and how very good it was, if he hadn't been so fucking turned on.

Draco opened the front door, one hand around Harry's waist, practically pulling Harry with him though the front hall, up the staircase with all his family portraits hanging on the wall, and noticed the one of his father was staring at the pair with disbelieving eyes.

Draco would have told the painting to shove off, if Harry hadn't finally found his neck and was sucking on it now, being plenty of a distraction. But he did hear what his father's portrait thought of his new 'friend.'

"My son is a disgrace; I can't believe he's even touching Potter! My son is supposed to hate him! I should have killed him when I had the chance…." Lucius' portrait said, but Draco blocked it out, having heard it all before.

Sadly his father's portrait was never going to be taken down, as his mother had insisted all the family portraits had to be destruction proof and hanging where they were placed forever. Bloody nuisance to Draco, that's what it was.

He loved his mother dearly when she had been alive, but her antics annoyed even him now at how she kept the house so.. preserved.

Harry and Draco made their way through the halls until they reached Draco's room, which was sparsely decorated but had a lot of furniture. A total of three dressers, one big mirror, two large closets at the back of the room, and a queen size bed in the middle of the room.

Draco closed the door behind him, hoping none of the more nosey portraits came into his room for a peak, and pulled off Harry's dinner jacket and dress shirt, feeling there was way too much clothing on both of them.

Harry seemed to have a different approach because he went straight for Draco's pants, undid the zipper and pushed them down to Draco's ankles, and soon his boxers went along with his pants.

Both half naked, they threw clothing onto the floor and soon tumbled onto the bed in a rush to touch, feel, and fuck the other. Draco felt like it was very much like what they used to do, only back then there had been something less, but Draco wasn't too keen on thinking about it until he was done with Harry.

Marjorie got back to her home that night with an article to write, she took out a quill that wrote on its own and a piece of parchment. She knew she had something here, and the editor had better be damn happy with her and give her a raise for this one.

She looked at the parchment and said the words that activated the quill, and soon it was writing viciously, 'Move over Cecelia Heart, it seems the couple has split up and Harry Potter has taken a different twist for a new love. Her name, Draco Malfoy. Yes, Harry Potter has finally found true love with Draco Malfoy.'

Marjorie stopped there, thinking of how to spice it up, and make it even better. She was giddy with glee as she wrote it, laughing at her own genius and luck.

"Avy, Avy, Avy." Andrea was saying with force as Avy opened her eyes groggily, a little annoyed with being prodded then thrown off the bed by her friend.

"What do you want?" Avy hissed, looking very angry, and her eyes going a cool blue steel colour because she was tired.

"You might want to take a look at this." Andrea said, handing her the Daily Prophet. Avy looked at the thing, not seeing why she wanted to look at it; it was full of crap anyways.

Avy looked up at Andrea and gave her a quizzical look, Andrea just sighed with exasperation. "Turn it over, idiot." Andrea snapped, obviously having been woken up just as rudely as Avy had been.

Avy did as she was told, although slightly reluctant to look at the Daily Rubbish, as she liked to call it. But what she saw wasn't so comforting. There was the blonde man who had been over to her house and her father's pictures, front and center of the paper. The title was 'Out with the old, in with the new love.'

"Shit." Avy whispered, knowing her father was not going to be ready for this, and the fact he hadn't talked to her after she heard, she wondered what he would do if he saw this article.

"That isn't even funny what she wrote." Andrea said, sitting down on the bed. "I mean I heard from my mother that the Malfoy guy is gay, and it's a shame because he's like some big pure blood apparently, but your father, gay? Give me a break." Andrea said, laughing.

Andrea's laughter died when she saw Avy reading the article. "Avy?" Andrea asked.

"Andrea, the bad thing about this, is it's true." Avy said, putting it down and throwing the blankets over her head.

"Fuck no!" Andrea responded, sounding totally shocked. "But he's, like, dated a thousand and one girls. Are you really telling me it was all a cover up for his homosexual tendencies?" Avy wished her best friend would shut up.

"Andrea, I really, really, really don't want to talk about it. I only found out the man was bisexual three days ago, I left out that part in my owl." Avy said, trying to find a way to get back to sleep, even though she was very awake.

"He's bi, eh?" Andrea pushed, and Avy finally snapped.

"Leave it alone Andrea." Avy growled throwing a pillow at her friend who was laughing, as if it was no big deal. "How can you act like that, my father is bisexual, he's interested in men, he's supposed to be straight he's…"

"Avy, shut up. I've heard it before and I know you don't want to hear it but, with your father nothing is what it should be, so just deal with it and stop complaining." Andrea said, and Avy got annoyed, but she could never get mad with Andrea for some reason, it was like she was mad with the rest of the world but got a break with one person.

So she kept her mouth shut and just lay still under Andrea's covers. She didn't want to listen, but she knew Andrea was right. The bitch.

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