Disclaimer: As Harry never went to Hogwarts, Hedwig is NOT his owl
Chapter 3.
Rain fell steadily. Cars, bikes and Vespas passed the lovers, in a hurry to get to their destination. Tourists either ambled past, enjoying the sights or splashed through puddles, in a desperate search for shelter from the Florentine rain.
It had been a wonderful evening date, Draco thought. A nice dinner, that muggle theatre play, Hamilton. He mused quietly as he watched the demon next to him. It had been a wild two years since that fateful dinner at Malfoy Manor, yet the childlike innocence of his demon still surprised him.
Harry was delighted. He wasn't sure why. He jumped in puddles, chased squawking ducks and posed randomly by anything, against a black night, all whilst humming 'Alexander Hamilton'. He was oblivious to the fond looks his lover was shooting him. Thunder rolled as he posed in front of Palazzo Pitti.
"Potter you fool. Come alone" Draco drawled fondly, dragging Harry behind him. They rounded a corner before Draco urgently and passionately kissed Harry, rubbing Harry's pulsing demonic red cock. The heat of the kiss excited Harry, as to, did the handjob. Cars honked, people cussed and yelled at each other in Italian, the rain grew heavier by the second, a full hour passed and Draco wanted more. Nothing could penetrate Draco and Harry's world of obliviousness. Nothing, that was, bar a very amused Blaise Zabini.
"Well, well, well" Zabini smirked. "What do we have here?" Draco let out a frustrated groan, as Harry orgasmed into his hand with a breathy sigh. Blaise quirked an eyebrow at them, smirking, as he asked: "Well, are you coming in?"
Harry's pleasure glazed eyes lit up at this question. He looked through the door towards the grand foyer. Turning to Draco, with his boyfriend watching on bemusedly, Harry formed the question Draco knew he wanted to ask. Merlin, how he loved this demonic man. How he'd give the Earth to him.
"Draco, can we go in?" Harry asked softly. "Of course, darling" Draco replied.
Five days later at dusk, a snowy owl landed on the shoulder of Narcissa Malfoy. She glanced up, amusement on her face, as her husband stumbled into the breakfast room.
"Good Morn, Lucius, beloved. Hedwig has arrived from Zabini Estate. It seems young Master Zabini is hosting our boys. Harry reportedly, burnt Blaise's Slytherin banner, claiming it reminded him off you"
Lucius Malfoy groaned in defeat as his wife laughed merrily. She hadn't let him forget that dinner two years ago. And he suspects she never would.