AN: So once I had finished Chapter 4, Chapter 5 was just begging to be written, you'll see why ;)

Harry was sitting in his office staring absently at the corner of his desk. He was supposed to be going over the reports that his Aurors had handed in to make sure all the information was there, but he just couldn't find the motivation. He also couldn't get the conversation he'd had with Zabini out of his head. His mind kept drifting between that and the dreams he had come up with as a child. Groaning he let his head fall back on the back of the seat and he swivelled around to stare out the window. He gazed out the window, staring for a moment at the steadily growing larger black spot in the sky. Realising it was an owl he flicked his wand to open the window. The somewhat familiar owl hooted gratefully and dropped onto his desk. Harry noticed the large package and quickly cast the standard spells before untying it. He gave the owl a treat and it flew off. Harry shrugged, obviously the owner did not need a reply. Harry untied the string that held the package together and lifted the note that covered the package first.

Friday night at 6pm floo to this address: Ailleacht Drive
Dress comfortable.

Thought you might enjoy this, for when you have the time.

Blaise Zabini

Harry frowned in confusion at the vague note and laid it aside. Pulling the rest of the wrapping from the parcel he lifted a beautifully illustrated cookbook from Italy. Flicking his wand at the kettle he absently made himself a cup of tea and was lost in the glossy pages for the rest of the afternoon.

Harry stood in front of his fireplace, shifting from foot to foot. Zabini had told him to dress comfortably, but he wasn't sure what he was dressing for. He'd ended up with a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a long sleeved Henley t-shirt. Screwing up his nose, he stepped through the flames, calling out his destination as he did so.

Stumbling slightly as he stepped out the other side, Merlin he hated floo's, he looked around what seemed to be a waiting room. There were large windows along one side of the room and Harry was immediately drawn to the view. It appeared they were high up on some mountaintop that looked out of a deep valley and fields. "Beautiful, isn't it?" came a rumbling voice from behind him. Harry looked over his shoulder to see Blaise leaning against the doorway.

He looked back out at the setting sun, throwing vibrant, dying colours over the landscape. "Yeah," he agreed softly, too stunned at the sight to say anything else. He felt Blaise come to stand beside him.

"My father was a developer," Blaise said after a moment, "I found the deeds and the plans for this place amongst his things a while ago and decided I wanted to build it." Harry nodded, he bit his lip for a moment as he recalled what little he knew of the other man's family. It wasn't much, only what was whispered about his mother in the Auror department.

"So, what's your favour?" he asked boldly after a moment, turning to face the darker man.

"Come, I'll show you." Blaise said, placing a hand on the small of Harry's back as he led him down a hallway. They entered a large, well lit, commercial kitchen. It was clearly a magical kitchen but Harry could see many muggle utensils and influences as well.

"Wow," he said, "this is amazing."

Blaise huffed a little laugh at Harry's enthusiasm, "I'm glad you think so."

Harry looked around a little before turning back to Blaise, "so? The favour?"

Blaise shrugged, "I thought we could cook a meal together, you said you hadn't had a chance to do so in a long time, I have a fully equipped kitchen and fridge."

Harry frowned, "that sounds more like a favour for me, not for you."

Blaise moved forward so that he was standing right in front of Harry, "it might appear that way. But, it's not."

Harry was still confused, "I don't understand what you get out of this."

Blaise let a smirk curl at the corner of his mouth, "the pleasure of your company of course."

Harry sucked in a breath, "my company?"

Blaise nodded, "you're intriguing Harry Potter, and not just for what they write about you in the papers. I want to get to know you better. What better way to do that, than to spend time with you in a relaxed setting?"

Harry's eyes still shone with mild confusion, "okay Zabini, but it hardly seems fair. I'm not really that interesting."

Blaise chuckled and he leant forward to whisper in Harry's ear. "Call me Blaise, and let me be the judge of that," he pulled back and walked to the fridge. Harry was glad as it gave him a moment to breathe. He wasn't sure why, but Blaise Zabini had the strangest effect on him. He watched as the double doors to the fridge were thrown open, "so, Harry. What do you feel like cooking?"

Harry stepped forward to look at what was inside the refrigerator, spotting numerous items he started pulling things out eagerly. An idea blooming and gaining form as he reached for ingredient after ingredient.

Handing a few things to Blaise as his arms got full Harry eventually let the doors close. Placing the ingredients down on the bench top he moved towards the knives he had seen magically stuck to the wall. "So, what do you want to know?" Harry asked hesitantly, as he thumbed a couple of blades, bringing a few over as Blaise levitated some chopping boards to settle in front of them.

"For starters," Blaise said as he pulled the onions towards him and started to peel them, "what are we making?" Harry laughed lightly as the trepidation that had been filling him eased. Quickly he informed Blaise of his vision and they set about cooking the meal. They worked surprisingly well together, moving about each other as if they had been doing it for years. Both seemingly knowing where the other was at all times, Harry felt Blaise's hand on him more than once, a light touch on the hips here as he leaned past to grab some item, an arm brushing past him as he added ingredients, the gentle dabbing of a cloth when the tomato Harry was cutting squirted juice and seeds on his cheek, his laugh had been low and melodious and had sent shivers down Harry's spine. The touches had felt easy, natural and Harry found himself reciprocating. They chatted about light topics. Blaise telling Harry stories about his travels around the Italian country side before settling with his family. Harry chiming in with his own comments about his workplace (what he could share) and the success the Weasley twins were having at Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.

When Blaise had looked quizzically at Harry about why he was talking about the shop so proudly, he replied "I gave the Twins my Tri-Wizard winnings. They started the shop with it. I've been their silent partner ever since."

"That was generous of you," Blaise commented, "it was a thousand galleons wasn't it?"

"It wasn't mine, not really," Harry said, looking down at the sauce he was currently stirring, memories of taking the cup and the graveyard suddenly filling his head.

Blaise frowned when he noticed the shadows pass over Harry's face and he stepped closer to the other man, suddenly Harry turned around spoon in hand. He held it up for Blaise to try, "taste?" he asked, and Blaise saw it for the subject change it was. Leaning in he wrapped his lips around the spoon and sucked gently.

Licking his lips, he replied in a low voice as his eyes dropped to look Harry up and down, "magnificent."

Harry bit his lip as he felt the heat rise up his neck, he turned around and started stirring again. Was Blaise flirting with him? Grabbing hold of the courage that made him so renowned he asked, "are you flirting with me?"

He felt Blaise step up behind him, felt the heat from the taller man's body set fire to his back, "would it be welcomed if I was?" came the words whispered so close to his ear that Blaise's breath sent waves of sensation over his skin. Harry turned his face to look into stormy grey eyes. Their lips were inches apart and he could feel electricity building between them. Just as he thought he saw Blaise leaning in the timer for the oven went off. Startling them both and dissipating whatever had just built up.

Harry quickly averted his eyes back to the sauce and took it off the heat before it could bubble over as Blaise pulled the chicken parcels and vegetables from the oven. 'What was that? Was he about to kiss me? Was I about to let him?' Harry wondered. They quietly plated up the meals and Blaise levitated them before Harry could pick one up. "This way," he said as he led Harry back down the hall, past the room Harry had entered and into a large dining area, the walls were completely made of glass to take in the breathtaking scenery. He led Harry out onto a balcony and soon discovered it had many charms placed to protect them from the cold that was bound to be found otherwise. He sat at the small table for two that had been set up and Blaise settled the plates in front of them. He then summoned a bottle of wine and uncorked it. Watching as Blaise poured both Harry and himself a glass, he couldn't help asking. "So what is this place?"

Blaise arched an eyebrow sardonically, "it's a restaurant, or, at least I hope it will be."

"Oh?" Harry asked, wanting this time for Blaise to be the one to talk. He cut into the chicken and moaned lightly as the flavours from the seasoning and the sauce coated his tongue. He felt Blaise watching him and he hurriedly took a sip of the white wine in an attempt to cool his blush.

"Like I said, I found this in my father's plans and I decided that I wanted to honour him by one day opening this place. I haven't gotten very far though."

"How come?" Harry asked interestedly.

"As much as I would no doubt enjoy the business side of running a restaurant, I really only have a flair for Italian cooking. Whilst I love it with a passion, I also know that the business will not stay overly successful for long if I limit myself to the one style of cuisine. I want to be able to offer a changing menu, I also.."

"What?" Harry asked, unaware that he had been hanging on every word. "Well," Harry looked on amusement in his eyes as the ever unruffled Slytherin appeared to become flustered.

"It's nothing. So you said godchildren? As in, more than just Longbottom's?" Blaise asked, suddenly changing the subject.

Harry shot him a puzzled grin, but acquiesced the new topic. "Yeah, so there's Lucy and Teddy, Edward Lupin." Harry clarified.

"any relation to Professor Lupin?" asked Blaise.

Harry gave several small nods as he swallowed some more food, "yeah, his son. Remus, Professor Lupin, was sort of like an Uncle to me." He dragged his fork across his plate making patterns in the sauce, "he married Nymphadora Tonks, and they had Teddy, Remus asked me to be his godfather. They died in the final battle." He put his fork down and took another sip of wine. He looked up and met warm grey eyes when he felt a hand cover his.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Harry." Came the emphatic response. Harry bit his lip, the words were the same or similar to what many people had said to him over the years. But this time they seemed to hold more weight. He smiled back in thanks.

"Who looks after Teddy?" Blaise asked after a moment of silence.

"His Grandmother, Andromeda Tonks," Harry replied.

Blaise nodded, "if I remember my histories correctly, she was a Black? Narcissa Malfoy's older sister?"

"Yeah, that's right, she married a muggleborn and they threw her out of the family. But Andy's amazing, plus after Tonks she's the best at helping Teddy control his Metamorphagus powers." Harry told Blaise.

Blaise smiled, "he's a metapmorphagi? That must be quite a handful."

Harry snorted, "you don't know they half of it, when he was a baby all he could do was change is hair colour. Now, he's changing body parts into his favourite animals. I took him to a muggle circus once and had to cover him with my invisibility cloak when he morphed his arms into elephant trunks."

Blaise laughed at the imagery and they passed the next hour chatting amiably about Harry's godchildren and Blaise's young nieces and nephews. "I have two sisters," he told Harry later, "they have always been competitive, but I think this time they are taking it too far. They have three a piece now and Maria has just fallen pregnant again. Gabriella's starting to get that look in her eye again, I swear I'm going to have to slip a sterilising potion in their food one day."

Harry laughed again, he hadn't enjoyed himself this much in a long time. He decided to tell Blaise as much, "good," said the dark-skinned Italian as he leant forward over the table, "just wait until you have dessert, it's my Nonna's secret recipe."

Harry grinned and leant forwards as well, "how can I say no to a secret recipe?"

Blaise smirked and Harry saw his eyes dart to Harry's lips before he pulled back and took their plates back to the kitchen. Harry sat back and turned his attention once more to the stunning view, the moon was almost full and the sky was full of stars. He could make out distant shapes in the mountainous outlines and as he stood to lean against one of the railings a soft breeze fluttered his fringe against his forehead. Soaking up the quiet and the peace for a few moments, he turned around when he heard the soft clatter of a plate being set down. Meeting Blaise's eyes once more he sat quietly, knowing that something had changed, the atmosphere between them felt thicker and more electrifying than before. Harry felt a tingling sensation along his skin as he resumed his seat. Looking down at the table, Harry saw only one plate with a large serving of Tiramisu. His own eyes darted back up to meet the other man's noting the hesitancy there and the hope, Harry realised this was a date. That Blaise had orchestrated this, possibly from the very time he had asked Harry for the favour. A true smile broke out on Harry's face and he bit his lip to stop himself from grinning like a loon. Feeling emboldened by his realisation, Harry picked up his spoon and pushed it into the creamy, coffee-flavoured dessert. Holding it aloft he pointed the spoon towards his dining partner. He watched as a flash of relief passed over Blaise's face and a smile that matched his own spread. Blaise leant forward slowly and in much the same manner as earlier with the sauce, wrapped his lips seductively around the spoon in Harry's hand. Harry couldn't keep back the blush or the sudden feeling of lust he felt watching the other man. Blaise reciprocated Harry's gesture and they silently continued to feed each other pieces of the cake until it was gone. Harry, so wrapped in the moment as he was, hadn't noticed the soft swell of music that had started up until his spoon was set down and his hand was taken. "Dance with me?" Blaise asked softly.

"Sure," Harry said just as softly, not wanting to break the moment, "but I did tell you I'm rubbish at it."

That drew a soft chuckle from the taller man and Harry soon forgot about how terrible he was at dancing when he found himself tugged tightly into Blaise's grasp. Blaise placed one hand on Harry's waist as he held their entwined hands against his chest. Harry's free hand rested on Blaise's bicep and they swayed gently back and forth as the music swirled around them like a breeze. Harry wasn't sure how long they danced, it could have been minutes, it could have been days. All he knew, was that he did not want this night to end. "Neither do I," murmured Blaise as his head dipped slowly to press his lips against Harry's.

Apparently, Harry had spoken out loud.

AN: *holds breath*
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