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With a roll and a small lurch, the bed beside Harry lifted, the sounds of warm, running water following a moment later.
Harry awoke slowly, sluggishly reaching out and finding the space beside him empty. He blinked a few times, sitting up and frowning at the space his lover was supposed to be. Yawning, he stretched, back arching, and slipped out of bed. He flicked his gaze towards the shower, was tempted to go in and join, but had something to do first.
He padded to the desk and tugged it open, nabbing a piece of parchment. He scrawled a quick message and folded it, tucking it into an envelope and sending it off to his miniature owlery on the top floor. One of the birds would know where to take it. And now that that was complete...
Smiling, Harry made his way to the washroom and, more specifically, the shower to join his lover.
Head tilted back to let hot, scalding water trickling down his chest and kneading his muscles. Jolting, Draco gasped, body shuddering as cold arms, muscular and chilled with cool bedroom air wrapped tightly around his waist. "Good morning, there."
"Good morning. Or afternoon, rather." It had hardly been noon when they'd tumbled into bed together. Harry's smile warmed as he nudged the blonde back a bit so he could get some of the spray.
Moving over to let the water hit his lover, Draco turned in his arms, silver eyes warmed to a molten mercury, lips pursed in a small grin. "Well, there was an amazing sight to wake up to this afternoon, so I don't really care what time it was."
"You could've woken me up, y'know. I wouldn't have minded." Harry nibbled on those curved lips, happy in his existence.
Draco leaned into the touch, eyes slipping closed as he pressed his lips lightly against his lovers, his fiance's, fingers coming to lightly rest against the shorter male's hips.
"Mm... I guess if you had woken me, I wouldn't have taken the time to send off the owl for our reservations, though." Harry grinned. "So I suppose I can forgive you."
Draco pulled away with a confused expression, his brow furrowed, lips pursed. "Reservations? For what, may I ask?" His arms tightened, looping around Harry's waist snugly.
"I did say I was taking you on a date, didn't I? It just so happens, I plan on treating you very nicely." He pressed closer, pressing nipping kisses into Draco's neck.
Draco let out a small, shuddering gasp, leaning into the touch just slightly, pulling Harry closer, chest to chest. "Well, you never gave me a specific date. But, I suppose I can fit you into my very busy schedule."
"I'm incredibly flattered," Harry teased.
"Oi!" There was a rap on the door following Ron's voice. "If the pair of you are done fucking for the morning, Hermione has some new books she wants us to look through."
Harry smiled, sliding a hand through Draco's slick hair. "We'll be there soon, mate."
"Good."
Draco's brow rested against Harry's shoulder, a wide smirk set against his kiss-red lips. "Thank you for the wake-up call Weasley. Can we get back to our 'morning fuck?'"
There was a groan and the door slamming shut before Harry laughed, brushing his lips against Draco's ear. "Morning fuck?"
Draco gave a small hum of pleasure, nuzzling contently against Harry's warm and wet neck, pulling the deliciously Quidditch toned body flush against his own. "I had to say something to get the Weasley out of my hair. Slytherins are possessive," he nipped lightly at Harry's chin, eyes warm in the bathroom light. "What can I say?"
Chuckling, Harry stroked his hands down Draco's back in an unmistakably possessive move. "Slytherins aren't the only possessive ones."
"I think we have discussed this already, Harry." Draco purred, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he leaned down, sealing their lips in a searing kiss.
Harry cupped Draco's arse, squeezing fondly as he returned the kiss.
Draco pulled away, twisting their bodies to give Harry a meager shove under the hot spray of water. "I don't think so, lover boy. You had your fun, and I have a five year old waiting for me."
"Well now you're just no fun." Harry grinned, running a hand through his own, damp hair. "But we'll have it your way. I'd like to get a look at those books Hermione's found."
Draco nodded, reaching behind the brunette to pull some soap towards him, emptying some shampoo onto his hand and lifting a hand to slowly run it through Harry's sopping wet locks. "I'd like to take a look at them as well, after I get Scorpius settled down for a nap later on."
"Yeah. Hugo usually gets settled around four, so he'll get one in too." Harry closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Draco's hands.
Combing his fingers lightly over Harry's scalp, Draco pressed a kiss against his forehead. "Sounds good. We'll have about two hours to read up and I think I might have a discussion with Hermione."
"Mm? A discussion?"
"Yeah, tilt your head back." Draco pulled his hands from Harry's hair and wrapped them tightly around Harry's neck. "About things that I could do to help Scorpius as it seems to be something involving me that is affecting him. Just a quick chat."
Harry's brow furrowed. "Why do you think you're affecting him?"
Draco gave a minute shrug, reaching behind his lover once more to pull down some sort of conditioner, squirting a little onto his hands, eyes avoiding the grotesque black mark defacing his once unmarred skin. "I have a little feeling it might have to do with my deviling into the Dark Arts when we were teenagers." His hands returned to Harry's hair.
Harry brushed his fingertips over Draco's arm, frowning. "I don't know if I want you to be wrong or not..."
Leaning down, resting their foreheads together with closed eyes, Draco gave a small, petulant sigh, heart twisting despairingly. "If I'm right, I'm right. At least it means we know what is wrong with my son. If I'm wrong..." he paused for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts, to swallow past the ever-there lump in his throat. "Well, if I'm wrong, it just means that we have to start back at square one."
"That's why I'm not sure which I'd like more," Harry murmured, stepping back only to rinse the conditioner out and grab the shampoo for Draco. He poured a small amount into his palm before lathering it into the blonde, silky strands. "Whatever the answer, whatever has to be done, we will make Scorpius better."
Ducking his head down to allow Harry better access to his hair, Draco gave a small sigh, arms looping around the Gryffindor's waist, thumb running over his own ring absentmindedly. "I suppose... I just... Salazar. It's only been what? A week? How can something get so..." Perfect. "-much better in a week without something crashing and burning?"
"Because we spent seven years of our lives crashing and burning." Harry shrugged, tilting Draco's head back beneath the spray to rinse the shampoo out before going for the conditioner and working it in. "I'm not going to pretend we'll always agree on everything-"
"Because we won't."
He laughed. "No, but I love you. And I'm not letting that go, Draco."
With a roll of warm, silver eyes, Draco poked a finger lightly against Harry's stomach, shuddering at the firm muscles that were taut against his finger. "Yeah yeah, Potter. Now scrub up and finish your shower, you sap."
"I may be a sap, but I'm right." He grabbed the bottle of liquid soap and squirted some on Draco's chest, reaching out to rub it over his skin.
Draco groaned lightly, head thunking down against Harry's shoulder. "Just hurry it up, Potter. I can't be around Gryffindors for too long, or I might suddenly start having feelings."
"Trying to say you don't already have them?" His fingers rubbed lower and lower, cutting off to the sides at the last moment to soap his thighs.
With a small step, Draco leaned forward, pressing Harry to the side of the shower. "My feelings towards the rest of the world," he glanced approvingly up and down Harry's muscled torso and legs to look up and meet emerald-hued eyes. "And my feelings for you are two different subjects entirely, Potter."
"I am part of the rest of the world, shocking thought that may be." His hands slid around, caressed Draco's arse before sliding up his back.
Draco leaned up with a small, jerking moan to nip and lick lightly at Harry's ear, whispering heatedly. "You belong in one world right now, Potter. And that world belongs to me." Sliding his hands down to grab firmly at Harry's arse, he jerked the other closer, hot breath dusting over his neck as he ground his aching erection against his lover's thigh.
Harry bit his lip, head falling back. "Thought I'd already had my fun," he panted.
"You had yours, doesn't mean I've-" He panted, chest heaving as he rutted harshly against Harry's erection, moaning as the friction licked at his veins, burning him, consuming him. "-had mine." Draco slid his hands down quickly, jerking Harry's thighs up and around his waist, moaning wantonly as his length, achingly hard, slid between the crack of Harry's arse. "Fuck, Harry you feel- amazing."
"Bloody hell." Harry latched onto Draco's shoulders, legs tightening around his waist. Vaguely, he wondered if they'd ever manage an hour together without needing this. Because he did need it. He needed Draco. "Inside me now," he groaned, nipping Draco's bottom lip.
"Prep," Draco moaned, hands constantly moving to caress lengths of sun-kissed skin, tweak a nipple, graze a nail here and there. Harry was perfection in a deliciously handsome package, and Draco was feeling particularly greedy.
He gave a needy whine, hips bucking, length rutting against the blonde's body. It took a lot of effort to focus his energy on the preparation spell and he made an entirely different sound when his muscles relaxed and his entrance slicked. "Now," he repeated.
With a quick nod, and a shifting of Harry's body against his own, his grip tightening on the brunette's thighs, Draco moaned as he slid in Harry to the hilt, the heat, the muscles gripping him like a vice. "Fuck Harry- so perfect."
Harry cried out, head falling back. He felt so bloody full, but it was so good. He couldn't catch his breath, but it was so good. "Draco," he groaned.
"Harry-" He gave a quick jerk of his hips, body lurching at the tight heat that suctioned him back in. "O-Oh fuck, Harry!" With a quick tilt of his hips, Draco was pounding into the sweet, sweet body in front of him, groaning as his hips meant a round, pert ass.
The brunette's fingers dug into his shoulders, short nails leaving crescent marks in the skin. His eyes closed tightly, head falling forward to find Draco's lips with his own. He groaned into Draco's mouth, hips working as well as they could like this.
Panting harshly, Draco sealed their lips in a searing kiss, moaning as Harry clenched tightly around him, rocking their bodies together, the brunette's cock stuck between their sopping wet bodies, all clenching muscles and heated flesh.
"F-faster," Harry managed, nails raking down Draco's back unnoticed.
Hoping the shower door would hold up, Draco gave a quick nod, giving a pause to slowly slide out of the achingly tight vice grip of muscles Harry had locked around his cock before slamming back in, his pace back-breaking as he let his hips piston forward, moaning at the tight feeling of muscles and the heat of Harry's skin against his own and the scalding water over head.
Harry cried out at the thrusts, teeth sinking into Draco's neck as he tried to hold on to his sanity. There was absolutely nothing like this, this sheer abandonment of himself.
Hissing, a moan bubbling in his throat, Draco gave a particularly twisted thrust, teeth sinking down against Harry's shoulder at the violent vice grip around his aching shaft, causing the blonde Slytherin to see stars. "F-Fuck Harry- oh yes, so close!"
"Yes," Harry moaned, legs tightening around Draco's waist. It was only a few more thrusts before he was over the edge, muffling his outcry with the blonde's lips.
"Oh fuck! Harry!" Draco cried out, hips spasming as he devoured the brunette's lips, groaning at the tight grip of muscles around his cock and slicked feeling of his release as his body sagged against his lover's, chest heaving.
He was glad the wall was holding him up, or he would probably be sliding down to the shower floor in a heap. His body went limp but for the shivers of aftershock, and he rested his brow on Draco's shoulder.
"O-Oh bloody hell Harry," Draco panted quietly, voice sounding like a whisper against the rush of the still-hot shower spray. "I love you."
"I love you too," Harry murmured, lips curving slowly against his skin.
With a small smile, and a gentle peck on his lips, Draco set Harry's legs back down against the shower floor. A few moments of caressing, of holding each other and rocking to some unsung rhythm, and unheard tune, and just letting the two be, to relax in a moment of post-coital bliss had Draco and Harry shuffling quietly out of the shower, no words being spoken. The moment had drifted to something of quiet silence, pure relaxation in the hectic times as they dressed quickly with lingering touches and soft presses of lips before making their way downstairs.
A call of "Daddy!" broke their silence, and with a last, lingering, longing glance between the two, Draco and Harry laced their fingers and dropped down to greet a squealing, albeit exhausted Scorpius, the elder Malfoy pulling the wiggling blonde child into his arms with a faint laughter.
"Scorpius!"
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Hermione lifted a brow at Draco's request but nodded when Harry gave her a worried look. "I could walk for a bit. I'm getting tired of sitting anyway."
With a small nod, Draco held out a hand to the witch, gently helping her up from the kitchen chair and turning to Harry. "We'll be back, disillusionment charms and all, soon."
Harry offered a smile. "Yeah."
Hermione walked out ahead of Draco after briefly entangling her fingers with Ron's. Teddy was under the table, reading a book and bored out of his mind now that the younger two were down for a nap. He perked up some when Hermione disappeared because maybe now Harry and Ron would take a break.
Draco gave Harry a quick peck on the lips before turning and walking towards the door, opening it for the pregnant healer and shutting it firmly behind them, casting a small disillusionment charm as he held out his arm for Hermione. "So, what new information did you discover, Granger?"
"Plenty, but I'm not sure what good it'll do... I don't quite know if any of the methods I found will be permanent without knowing what the contaminate is. I have no real way of knowing that for sure unless I run potentially harmful tests on the boy. I don't particularly want to hurt him. Hugo grew fond of him very quickly and even Ron likes him."
Draco paused for a moment as Hermione looped her arm through his, slowly leading her down the sidewalk, humming thoughtfully to himself. "Well, would you be able to run some of your tests if Harry were to be there with Scorpius? He seems to react positively to Harry so it's only logical..."
"Having Harry around won't tell me what the contaminate is. I need spells to be done on and around Scorpius. I also need him to be around certain magical objects. You'll need to take me through a normal day for him, too. Things you do, places you take him. I need to see what he's exposed to in order to begin ruling things out."
"That can be done. Would it be easier, first off, to let you go through his things when he is not in the room? Rule out things at point blank, and then begin slowly exposing him to items one at a time?" Draco turned a corner slowly, stopping at a crosswalk to allow Hermione to rest for a moment.
"I'd like you to show me his routine on a normal day. Or just write a list and I'll explore your home, if that's alright. If they aren't a magical object, they won't be the contaminate and since you'd been living as a Muggle, I can't imagine he's been exposed to too much magic."
"Yes, of course Granger, the moment we return." Draco turned their bodies, slowly walking across the street to the other crosswalk. "You're correct, it won't be much, but we can't rule anything out. I'll draw up a list immediately, but aside from that how are his vitals doing, and more importantly, how are you doing?" The chat was amicably, as if it was two slightly estranged friends reconnecting over tea instead of two estranged people having a civil conversation about a dying five year old. As the two slowly walked back to Grimmuald, Hermione recounted Draco on tales of her pregnancies, and the vitals she took of Scorpius this morning which were stable causing Draco to let out a small sigh of relief.
"Well Granger, I thank you for this talk and hope we can continue to hear you regale me about tales of, what was it? S.P.E.W?" With a chuckle, Draco held the door open, allowing Hermione to slowly shuffle her way inside as he slowly let his shoulders sag. A moment of fresh air allowed him to clear his head. Scorpius was doing better. That had to mean something to the blonde Slytherin, didn't it?
"Anytime. And it's Hermione, seeing how you've gotten yourself engaged to my best friend." She offered a hand and a smile. "I don't really think I need to tell you what'll happen if you hurt him."
Draco shuddered at the thought, slowly encompassing Hermione's hand in his own. "No, I think that is perfectly alright Hermione, I've heard enough from the kitchen between you and Ronald, I'm perfectly alright." He winced at the memories of Hugo, something about 'never stop eating' and 'Hogwarts', Draco didn't really get sleep that night.
She laughed, giving his hand a squeeze. "Good. Now go on upstairs and get ready for your date, will you? Harry'll be sent up in a few minutes."
"How did you-? No, you know what?" Draco approached the stairs with a flourish of coattails and a small smile. "I don't think that I want to know. Good-day Hermione, and see to it that my... fiance arrives on-time, will you?" He disappeared up the stairs, the clicking of a door Hermione's only signal that he was getting ready for his date.
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Harry didn't go with a tie because they made him uncomfortable enough, but the buttons of his actually clean shirt were done up properly and he was wearing slacks rather than denims. Sacrifice made, in his opinion. And Hermione's little "why don't you two spend the night at your flat? Tomorrow the real work begins" was on his mind.
He met Draco at the bottom of the stairs, his casual robes replaced with something more suitable to the restaurant they were heading to and light enough to compensate for the season, and grinned. "Ready?"
Dressed a little more formally than his lover, Draco wore a crisp, dark blue button-up that he was told always accented his hair and the pallor of his skin, with a plain black tie and a pair of black slacks, robes forgotten in light of the weather. "As always, Golden Boy." Draco chuckled warmly.
"Good." He took a hold of Draco's tie and grinned. "This is handy," he decided, using it to drag Draco down for a kiss.
A small moan instantly escaped the blonde's lips, hands coming to grasp firmly at Harry's belt-loops, tugging him closer and pressing back firmly into the kiss. "That's why I wore it. Just to tempt you."
"I guess I'm too easily tempted, then." He grinned. "C'mon. We'll do a side-along apparition instead of floo." He called out to Hermione, who answered by ordering them to get out and have fun. "We've been dismissed, then."
With a lurch, a sickening twisting pull against his navel, Harry apparated him and Draco away with a flurry of hair and squealing laughter from a few certain children.
Harry looked around warily when they reappeared, rubbing his queasy stomach. He never had gotten used to apparition, no matter how often it was required in his job. Hell, he floo'd everyday and still couldn't stick the landing. He smoothed his hands down his robes, smiling at Draco and simply turned on his heel and knocked on the brick wall behind him. "You trust me, don't you?"
"Yes?" He paused after a cautious moment, brow furrowing as he gazed at the wall in front of them. "Harry what is the meaning of this-? Oh."
A single brick vanished and someone eyed the pair of them. "Nom?"
Harry smiled. "Potter. Deux."
"Oui. Un moment."
"You do like French food, don't you?" he asked as the wall vanished in an arched doorway.
The Maître d' bowed slightly. "Bonsoir, Monsieur Potter. Suivez moi, s'il vous plait."
Draco raised a finely arched eyebrow, turning to glance at his lover questioningly. "Of course I do, but Harry- how?"
"I've been here before. It's been... a while, but the food's great." He slipped his hands into Draco's, leading him on as the Maître d' strode away.
"Looks like you and me have more in common then we thought," the blonde's hand tightened slightly, a small smile egging at his lips. "This is lovely Harry." Now Draco was more then tempted to kiss the brunette, crowd be damned.
"It's one of the only places I can get same-day reservations without feeling like I'm screwing someone over," Harry admitted, smiling. "And I figured you'd like it."
The man paused by a table, lifted a hand and the chairs pulled out on their own, the single long-stemmed candle lighting. "Monsieur Potter, the English menu?"
"Please."
He nodded once, turned the menu over and the French scrawl became English. He laid two down as Harry and Draco took their seats. "Your serveur will be here shortly. Bon appétit."
Draco gave a small smile towards the man, muttering a small French 'thank you,' before gracefully sliding into his seats. "I must give you credit here, 'arry," Draco chuckled, a small French accent slipping over his tongue as he flipped the menu over, eyes a warm, molten silver against the flickering of the candle's flame.
He laughed, reaching out to lay his hand over Draco's on the table. "Well, I'm pretty sure you've been most everywhere else. I found this place... largely by accident."
"Accident?" Draco mumbled as his eyes drifted around to peruse the already pretty well-known menu. He glanced over the lip of the menu, setting it down in favor of linking their fingers and gazing at Harry over the candle light.
"Ron and I were running after someone who stole in here. We turned down this alley and he was just gone. But while we were searching the alleyway for any sign of him, he was chucked back out." He gave Draco's hand a squeeze, amused by the memory. "Successful capture."
Draco raised an eyebrow at the picture spinning around in his head, a small chuckle escaping his lips. "I can imagine. Bet Weasley was happy, wasn't he?" Draco leaned forward to rest his weight against his arm, his thumb moving slowly, languidly over the back of Harry's hand.
"'Course he was. We'd been chasing that bugger nearly a mile. Not fun when you've got wild curses flinging at you. The street we were on was completely Muggle besides, so it ended with calling Obliviators. They're not exactly fond of being dragged out of bed to clear a neighborhood."
The blonde shook his head with a small grin. "No, I can imagine not. Had a few nasty run-ins with them myself over the years. But, aside from that," he leaned back, hand slipping slightly out of Harry's grasp to the point of just their fingertips touching. "This was a marvelous choice, Potter. I'm shocked."
"Well, we had to question a few of the waiters and such to confirm that, yes, this was the guy they'd thrown out and all that. Ron and I hung around here for hours, waiting for the Obliviators to finish up, so they ended up bringing out food for us. Best bloody stuff I think I've ever had outside of actual France."
Draco rolled his eyes as he let his gaze drift around the rest of the room. High arching ceilings, gilded doorways, a glint of color on the walls that could be anywhere from burgundy to an antique fuchsia. It was fairly dim, lit only by candlelight. And while Draco knew very well that there were other diners and other tables in their section of this large room, it didn't feel that way. They could've been the only two people in the entire world, in spite of the muted instrumental music that flitted through the room. The music covered possible conversations, though, adding to this intimate appeal.
His lips curved. The idea of Harry Potter bringing him to such an obviously romantic and over-priced den was more than flattering; it was sweet. It was so far-removed from his usual comfort zone. "I somehow believe it," he murmured and was just a little more in love.
The candlelight danced almost wickedly in those emerald eyes as his grin returned. "Do you drink wine?"
He gave a firm nod, a small fleeting smile before lifting his gaze to meet Harry's, a shudder dancing over his pounding heart. Clearing his throat, the blonde tried to answer again. "Y-Yes, but only reds. Never took a pleasure in anything... fruity or light-bodied."
Harry laughed, lifted a hand. Almost immediately, a waitress was at their table. "Bonsoir, monsieurs. You are ready?" He glanced at the wine list, located the one he preferred quickly and showed her the label. She nodded, scrawling it quickly. "That is all for now?"
"Yeah."
"Then I will be back in just a few moments." She bowed her head and disappeared again.
Draco tried to glance at the menu, blonde, almost silvery strands of hair falling against his eyes. "Do I get to know what my fiance picked for a wine selection?" He chuckled lightly, the sound quiet in the already quiet room. "If he didn't pick something adequate, we might have to rethink this relationship."
Harry grinned. "Just trust me, love. Do you know what you're eating for when she gets back? I'm ruddy starving."
"I was thinking the Coq au Vin, which is simply divine." He hummed for a second, fiddling with the edge of his silver cuff-links. "What did you decide on, love?"
"Canard à l'Orange." He shrugged. "It's my favorite here."
The waitress appeared again, displayed the label for Harry's perusal. When he nodded, she popped the cork and poured a bit into his glass. He toasted Draco, clearly more amused by the formal proceedings than anything, before taking a sip. "Yeah. It's fine."
"Are you ready to order, monsieurs?"
Harry rattled off their orders, smiling. "Along with the entrée."
"Oui. Dessert ou salade?"
"We'll let you know."
"Oui." She was gone again and Harry tapped the ice bucket their wine was cooling in. It lifted from the ice and poured generous amounts in their glasses.
"I'm warning you now - the moment your glass is empty, the bottle refills it. So when you're done, turn your glass over."
As Harry finished filling their glasses and glanced over, Draco felt a genuinely wide smile push at his lips, revealing bright white teeth and tugging at his cheeks. His head was tilted, eyes dancing a warm, affectionate mercury against the waning candle light, head resting in a cupped palm. "I have been here before, love," the blonde chuckled lovingly.
"Well, damn." Harry leaned back in his chair, a little disappointed.
He leaned forward, hand resting upward against the table's dark, rich coloured cloth. "But don't worry your pretty little head, Golden Boy. It was years ago."
"Okay." The brunette laid his hand over Draco's, lacing their fingers. "That does make it a bit better."
Draco rolled his eyes, pleasant banter rolling past their lips as they waited for their food to arrive.
-8-8-
"Did you really say that to his face, Harry?" Draco's laughter was almost infectious at this point. "To Snape?"
"Of course I did. I never liked him at school and he never liked me, so I was never afraid to tell him how I felt."
"You crushed on the bloody Potions Master, Potter! My godfather!" Draco couldn't seem to rail in the small peels of laughter that escaped his rosy red lips, his wine glass sitting still almost-full, a few sips being taken here and there, but not enough to affect the blonde's coherency to the situation. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, his sodding fiance had crushed on the Potions Master of Hogwarts.
Harry only rolled his eyes, but his lips betrayed his amusement with their twitching. "It was complicated. I knew I shouldn't have said anything to you, you prat."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm fine-" Draco waved a hand dramatically, setting it over his eyes with a flourish. "It's just the picture of my fiance, the man I have slept with, have let take care of my child, wanking to thoughts of my bloody godfather are just too funny. This would have been gold in our Hogwarts day!"
"Which is why absolutely no one knew about it. And it was only through fifth year. During sixth, my obsession definitely changed. Besides that, Snape had two very painful flaws. The first, painfully and irreversibly straight. The second, even more depressing. Ask me again some other time." Harry smiled, toying with the stem of his glass. "Besides, my second obsession worked out much better."
"Oh?" He leaned forward, chin coming to rest comfortably in his hand, eyes racking over Harry slowly, a smouldering look as he teeth came out to toy lightly with his bottom lip. "And who would this second obsession be? Not someone I know, I hope. I might just have to... have a little chat with them."
"Ginny Weasley," he replied and nearly tumbled out of his chair at the expression that wrought from the blonde. "No," he said when he could speak again. "No. It was you, you git. In sixth year, I became absolutely obsessed with you."
Draco's wide grin fell to a small, warm smile. "I think I remember having this conversation before." He steadfastly refused to mention that that was the day Scorpius was hospitalized. "To be honest, I think being obsessed with me was kind of sweet. Not like it was just you though."
"Well, I was obsessed for all the wrong reasons. I was in a period of denial, I think." He met Draco's gaze, finding his hand and entwining their fingers. "And bugger whoever else was obsessed with you then. I have you now."
Lifting Harry's hand, he pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses to his knuckles. "And thank bloody Merlin for that, or else my son- our son," he corrected himself after a pregnant pause, meeting Harry's gaze with a simmering determination, "might not be here right now." His hand tightened slightly around Harry's.
"Have I mentioned how glad I am that I found the pair of you in a park?" He gave Draco's hands a squeeze. "But now you know about all my various crushes through school. Tell me yours."
He leaned back to gaze around the dark and ambient room. "Well, a few times yes. And my crushes? Ohohoh, I don't think you want to hear about my infatuations throughout our troubled years at Hogwarts, love."
"No, I do. They're people I can mentally gloat to."
"Or physically," Draco grumbled as he sat up, fingers tightening around the sun-kissed palm laid against his. "Well, where should I start? Zabini? Flint? The list is rather long and arduous. Zabini, Flint, even Granger at one confusing point in my life, and that one 7th year boy when we were in 4th year- Whatever his name was. You, obviously, and..." He hummed thoughtfully. "There was one more name... No, not Parkinson." He checked off a menial list in his head. "Oh! Theo? Nott? There was him too."
Harry was grateful the candlelight hid his sudden pallor. "You and Nott? Really?"
"Yeah," if Draco had noticed the slight shake to Harry's grip, he didn't mention it. "Fifth year, only the first two terms of the year. Heard him cheating on me with someone, so I decided to end it on the train ride to Winter break. Never figured out who the bloody bugger was either."
Nice to know that he'd been the same at Hogwarts as he was now. "And Zabini? I always thought he was gay, but I always thought Flint and Wood..." Harry shrugged. "I'm glad I have my crush list at an easy four."
"Oh," Draco leaned back, a small, almost sinister smirk pulling at his lips, egged on by the glow of the candlelight. "Flint and Wood were. Quidditch locker rooms have excellent walls, let me tell you."
"Godric." He laughed, running his fingers over the back of Draco's hand. "I feel like such a clueless, late bloomer."
Draco laughed lightly, lacing their fingers, grinning like a hopeless romantic at their rings. "Nah, us sneaky snakes just have a tendency to be a bit promiscuous, what with all the Dark Lord stuff and all. None of us figured we'd make it past sixth year at one point or another." Draco almost sighed in audible relief at the sight of their food approaching, took them bloody well long enough.
-8-8-
Pleasant touches and lingering glances, the two lovers enjoyed the warm, succulent food as they exchanged forks and tried each dish with a hum of pleasure. Draco had never really enjoyed himself as much on a date, no matter how quiet and reserved this one might be, as he had this one. Once the two were full, and their glasses pleasantly turned over, Harry had waved a hand with a small, playful smile and asked for the check.
Leaving more than enough galleons on the table, Harry rose and held out his hand to Draco. "How about I walk you to my flat?" he teased.
Draco raised a brow, standing with a flourish and lacing their fingers. "Oh Potter, you would do that for little old me? Such a charming knight in shining armour you are." Draco couldn't help the fleeting smirk that tugged at his lips, trying to hold back laughing at the almost... gay tone to his words. Bloody buggering hell, he sounded like Blaise. When he wasn't drunk.
"Little old you?" Harry laughed, leading him to the exit. "I'll have to remind you of that one day."
"Don't you dare, Potter. I'll hex your balls off before we even say 'I do.'"
Harry looked at him, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. "You wouldn't."
With a raised eyebrow, Draco tugged Harry closer, arm tucked securely around his gorgeous lover's waist, the door to the restaurant falling closed with a resounding thud behind them, basking them in a dark, red glow. "Want to bet, Potter? Try me."
"Even if you did, I know the counter. You wouldn't believe how many wives do that to their husbands. It should be a required course at Hogwarts - Ball Restoration 101." He turned his head, nipped at Draco's ear.
Draco's bark of laughter was warm as he drew Harry into a long awaited kiss, heart thudding against his chest. Harry's lips were warm and sweet, Draco tasting a little hint of orange and spice from the wine and whatever made up Harry. It was bloody fucking addictive. "Enough talk about balls please. I heard there was something about a flat? Maybe a bed?"
"A really big bed," Harry promised, latching onto Draco's hand and turning on his heel. The lurch of apparition led them right to Harry's door. He retrieved his wand to dash away the wards and realized with a start that they were already down. It wouldn't be the first time someone had broken into his flat. Damn it. "Stay here," he said quietly and very slowly opened the door. Those who broke in wanted to kill him more often than they wanted anything harmless.
The lights were on, so he shuffled in quietly, wand ready. A quick sweep of the living room showed its emptiness, as did a quick perusal of his kitchen. There were dishes in the sink. Harry lowered his wand a fraction, feeling a coldness settle in the pit of his stomach. Oh, no. Not now. Wasn't he in Azkaban?
"Harry," a voice mumbled softly, as if the word, the name it was, was sweet, sweet oxygen after being held under water for so long.
Shite. Harry spun quickly. "Theo? What are you...? When did you get out of Azkaban?"
The man slid off the edge of the counter, moving with commanding steps over to Harry. Theo Nott, dark-haired and sculpted thanks to Kingsley removing Dementors from the Wizarding prison. They no longer sucked the life out of its inhabitants, so Theo was every inch as attractive as he'd been the first time Harry had busted him for dragon egg smuggling. The tall Slytherin hooked a finger in the top of Harry's shirt, gaze skimming appreciatively. "What's all this?" he purred.
Shite, Harry thought again and stepped back. "You didn't answer me, Theo."
There was a small pout, Theo glancing at the brunette from under his lashes, eyes warm and what he thought was seductive. "Harry, love, I was released for being," he stepped forward, chest pressing surely against Harry's, covered by a simple black shirt, heat radiating between the two, such a stark contrast from Draco's chilled skin. Draco. Shite. "-good." The dark-haired male leaned down, nipping lightly at Harry's ear, fingers tightening against his shirt.
Harry took a much larger step back, glancing at the doorway over his shoulder. How was he going to explain this to Draco...? "I told you last time to stay away, Nott. One more bust and I was done with you. And then you get caught selling portkeys to Muggles."
"Oh Harry! But that was so long ago!"
"Two months-"
"Is not long, I know, but it is," Theo stepped forward again, causing Harry to take another step back. Shite, the door was closer to their view. "When I'm away from you. I've missed you so much, Harry." The Slytherin ran warm, sure fingers over Harry's cheek, a happy purr rumbling in his chest like some sort of animal.
"Damn it, Theo!" Harry jabbed him in the chest with his wand. "This is breaking and entering. I told you we were done this time."
"But Harry, I-"
"Harry? What is going on here-?" Draco had stepped into the room.
Harry looked between the two Slytherins, going a little pale. Shite.
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I'm gunna give a quick translation here before Syl gets all carried away with her French replies. XD
Name.
Potter, two.
Yes, one moment.
Maître d' is the headwaiter. -Syl just totally corrected me on my specifics there. XD I said 'essentially a server.' Goths Syl. I'm dying of laughter over here, just (thought) you all should know. (I like French XD Leave me alone) I LOVE FRENCH so shush. :millionsofsparklyhearts:
Good evening, Mr. Potter. Follow me, please.
Mr, sir.
Server.
Enjoy your meal, or good appetite.
ANNNDD we are BACK loves! Hello, hello! How are you? We are good, we are good! Tired, but good!
Syl spent the day packing up glass because she is moooooovving, and Abraxas just sat on her arse. Yup, productivity!
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It's also not your fault that your dad smashed his head in with a pan. XD
So, DUNDUNDUN- We brought in Theo Nott. After 15 chapters, the bastard is finally here. Andddd... we don't know what to do with him. We'll see how it goes.
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