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Word Count: Memorable Dates

Title: 471

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Warnings: angst, homophobia

Beta: MoonytheMarauder1

Hogwarts

Yearly:

Prompt 215 [Dialogue] "With this smile, I can get away with anything."

Harry was nervous. This was his first date with Draco, and he had no idea what was going to happen. It had taken most of their final year of Hogwarts for them to become friends, and when Draco asked him out, he almost couldn't believe it.

He stepped into Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop and saw a nervous Draco sitting in a small booth near the back. The lighting held a flair for romance, and the small candles on the table added to the mood.

"Hi," Draco said, nervously taking out a single rose and handing it over.

"It's beautiful, thank you." Harry smiled, sitting down across from him. The herbal sent in the shop was intoxicating and they soon became slightly more comfortable.

"This place is stuffy," Harry joked.

"I like it," Draco admitted.

"You did ask me out, you know." Harry grinned cheekily.

"With this smile, I can get away with anything," Draco responded.

"There is the man I want to spend time with," Harry said encouragingly. He hated being around Draco acting unlike himself.

Draco grinned at him, taking his hand boldly, spurred on by his date's confession. Harry felt flushed; he was getting nervous from holding hands with Draco Malfoy. Harry looked up as the bell jingled, signalling that someone was entering the shop. He wanted to pull his hand back when he saw who it was—it was Draco's father.

"I should have known," Lucius said bitterly, looking at Harry like something he wanted to step on.

"Father," Draco said simply. "I wasn't expecting to see you."

Harry's eyes shot between them like pinballs. Why wasn't Draco letting him drop his hand? Why was Mr Malfoy here? He clearly wasn't happy to see his son here.

"I told you if you pursue this, you are no longer my son, and you went ahead, mocking me and your family name by embarrassing yourself like this," Mr Malfoy said, spitting at the ground in disgust.

"I told you I love him Father. I'm old enough to make my own choices, so it seems I no longer have a father," Draco said simply.

Harry was frozen until Mr Malfoy left the little tea shop; slamming the door and making the bell go crazy, causing everyone to stare at them. His voice returned when he saw Draco looking at him curiously.

"Did you say you love me?" Harry asked, almost kicking himself when he saw Draco's cheeks go red.

"I, well, yes," Draco muttered, stumbling over the words. "I just meant, I like you, and I want to be more than your friend, you know."

"I get it," Harry smiled, and squeezed the paler hand. "Are you sure?"

Draco nodded, wordlessly showing that Harry was worth more than his Father's approval of what a Malfoy heir should be doing with his life.