Fifth Cup

Saturday Dates

Harry hid Draco's note from Viktor as he thought about it. The man was strange to Harry, from their brief interactions Malfoy was brisk, if not a little rude… yet somehow Harry had a feeling he impressed the young man. Every day since the letter, Draco came and sat to drink his drink, his eyes always on Harry as the small brunette worked. Whenever Harry handed him his coffee, Draco's fingers would always find a way on Harry's skin. It was always gently brushes, light touches… Harry's heart and breath fluttered every time, as if waiting for the full force but never getting it. Draco's touches made Harry's mind go back to his love, Viktor, and he couldn't help but compare them.

Draco's softness and Viktor's hardness. Viktor can be soft at times, and gentle even, but when they kiss it is always like a wildfire of passion, their touches a physical fight of domination and submission, and the sex was as if Harry was experiencing every type of apocalyptic event twelve times over before a climatic explosion in both his ass and cock. He loved it, he craved it… yet he always wanted to feel it's opposite. He wanted to feel soft kisses, slow thrusts and careful bites, he wanted to see how it would feel two bodies molding slowly into one, yet he knew that he would never feel that with Viktor. He was too much a brute, an Alpha, and Harry was his bitch.

And the strange thing was, Harry loved it and hated it at the same time.

He wanted something different, something sweeter. So on Friday morning, when the café was only open from eight in the morning to two in the afternoon, Harry wrote his answer on Draco's usual order. I will.

When there was a lull in business, Draco walked up to Harry, looking rather pleased with himself. "I've got your message," he smirked.

"Yeah…" Harry blushed.

"Good, then I will see you tomorrow at noon," Draco said. "We will have lunch together. I will pick you up from here."

"Yeah, that sounds good," Harry nodded.

"Good, just make sure your brute doesn't harass you then," Draco said, and he left.

Harry frowned, and grumbled to himself, "Viktor is not a brute!" before going back to his work. He was left in an off mood for the rest of the day, but found that he couldn't regret agreeing to meet up with Draco.

Viktor picked Harry up after work. He was wearing a sharp-looking uniform, and was looking very disgruntled. "Anything the matter?" Harry frowned.

"Work," Viktor grunted.

Harry frowned. He held onto Viktor's arm as they walked, Viktor keeping his free hand in his pocket. "What happened?" Harry asked innocently.

Viktor was silent for a moment as they walked through the crowded streets. Harry remained quiet, letting his lover collect his thoughts. "Goyle wants me to go to the pub with him tomorrow, meet some of my other coworkers there. Mr. Riddle has kept me busy, so I did not exactly meet my coworkers."

"Ohh," Harry frowned. "I guess that's good… but can you promise me that you won't drink too much again?"

"I never drink too much princess," Viktor growled out.

Harry frowned and muttered under his breath, "Yeah sure, like the last time where you passed out in front of our door."

"What was that?"

"Nothing," Harry sighed. "Well, have fun with Goyle I guess, I'll be with Blaise and some friends from work," he quickly lied. "So you don't have to pick me up tomorrow."

Viktor stopped for a moment, a thin look on his face. "I see," he said shortly.

Harry glared at his lover and huffed. "You go out with your friends all the time! I just want to hang out with mine for a while."

"They are not your friends," Viktor growled out. "They're your coworkers."

"And my friends," Harry said. "Look, I don't need your permission to go, alright? I'll see you tomorrow when I get home."

Viktor looked sour but did not let his anger known in public. They continued silently to their apartment. As soon as the door was closed, Harry walked towards their room and began gathering up their laundry. "I'm going down to the basement to do out laundry before Mrs. Lestrange comes along," he yelled out to Viktor, who fell onto their couch to turn on their television.

"I'm not done talking to you princess," he grumbled.

"I know you're not Viktor," Harry sighed, throwing dirty pairs of underwear into a nearby hamper. He looked around at the floor, seeing the piles of clothing in disarray and sighed, "We really should buy a dresser," he said. "Would make it easier to know which clothes is clean or dirty."

"I'll think about it princess," Viktor grumbled.

Great, he's in one of those moods, Harry thought to himself.

"It would make it easier also to find those sexy clothes you've gotten for me," Harry said. "You know how I love to parade in them in front of you. Especially when doing chores."

"I'll buy one later then," Viktor said dismissively. "Can you be quiet? The news is on, they're doing the sports report."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Alright, but just think about what you want for dinner, alright?"

"Yes, princess."

Harry shook his head and bent down to pick up one of the "sexy clothes" he owned. It was a bright purple jockstrap that went with a matching top that just hung on his shoulders. He brought it for their third anniversary, and the two loved it ever since. He lifted the clothes cautiously to his nose before throwing it in the hamper. When the basket was full, he walked out of the room and looked at his boyfriend, sitting at the couch with his feet on the small coffee table watching the television.

"If you want, I can do your uniform separate," Harry said.

"Thanks Harry," Viktor said, not even looking from the television. Harry sighed and shook his head. Tomorrow can't come soon enough.

Harry found that he was rather excited for his outing with Draco Malfoy on the day of, more so then he was yesterday. That night, he and Viktor fucked, and while Harry loved the roughness, it only made him want to feel the gentleness Draco could offer. His heart was torn, however, whenever he realized he was comparing the two.

He brought in his outfit for the outing in the morning, and as soon as Sirius announced it was closing time, Harry ran into the employee's room and changed into the tight black leather pants that made his ass look great and dark-green button down shirt. The leather was well-worn, it was almost like a second skin to Harry as he walked around easily with no awkward squeaks. When he walked out of the employee room, he was greeted with a couple wolf whistles from Blaise and Seamus.

"Damn Harry! I didn't know you could look so good," Seamus smiled brightly, "you and Viktor have a kinky date today?"

"No actually, I'm just going for a friendly outing with Draco Malfoy," Harry smiled.

"Well damn Harry… if that's how you dress for friendly dates, I should date you every night," Blaise smirked.

Harry laughed and gave Blaise an easy smile, "Well if you play your cards right Blaise, I'll love to go on a date."

"But until then, he is mine. Hands off, Zabini," Draco's voice filled the café as he walked in. Harry turned to his date and smiled, thoughts of his boyfriend and soon infidelity washing from his mind. This is just a friendly date, he thought to himself. Just want to learn more about Draco.

Draco Malfoy, in Harry's opinion, seemed to never disappoint in the dressing compartment. His clothes looked designer, wearing black slacks and long sleeve shirt that was folded neatly at his elbows. He was wearing an emerald blazer over the shirt. There was a gold chain hanging in a perfect low arch from the blazer pocket. "Harry, it is nice to see you dress up well," Draco said.

"Thank you Draco," Harry smiled. "You look nice as well."

"Of course I do," Draco said arrogantly. "Does the—Viktor know that we're heading out?"

"He thinks I'm going out on a friendly date with some friends, which I am," Harry stressed. He thought he saw Draco frown, but he quickly replaced it with a smile and an "Of course Harry, come on."

He offered his arm for Harry. Harry stared at it for a moment before wrapping his arm around Draco's offered one. "Blaise, I will talk with you later," Draco said in a cocky tone. "Harry, let us go off, I have reservation at a restaurant, and it is a bit of a drive."

"Alright," Harry smiled.

Draco escorted Harry out of the café and he looked back to see his coworkers waving him goodbye. Sirius and Remus were outside, and Harry caught a snippet of a conversation Remus was having on the phone as he was escorted to Draco's car, which turned out to be a new-looking range rover. "…fine, but I still think you should call…"

"That's a very nice car," Harry smiled.

"Thanks, I brought it a month ago," Draco sighed. "Don't worry about dirting it," he said as he unlocked the car with a press of a button. Harry nodded as he opened his door and slid inside. Draco got in the driver's seat. "So, where are we going?" Harry asked as Draco turned the car on and the radio began playing.

"Like I said, a restaurant I have reservations at. It is a bit of a drive, but it'll be worth it. After all, my family owns it," Draco said calmly, as if explaining the weather. Harry stared at him in disbelief. Draco glanced his way a few times and shrugged, "What? The Malfoys own a few companies, surely you know that."

"No… I did not," Harry frowned. "Just how rich are you?"

"Harry, Harry, Harry," Draco laughed, as though he was chastising Harry. "The Malfoys are one of the richest families in the city! If not the richest."

Harry continued to stare at Draco in complete and utter disbelief. He couldn't comprehend that he was just sitting next to so much… so much money! The young man probably wiped his nose with tissues that costed more than his apartment! He started to shuffle uncomfortable in his seat, feeling suddenly small and insignificant. Draco did not notice this as he started prattling on and on about the few companies his family owns.

"Draco," Harry interrupted him. "Did you… did you ask me out as a pity outing?"

"What do you mean?" Draco asked.

"Or… is this to mock the poor worker in a café?" Harry asked.

Draco frowned, looking completely bewildered. "Harry, what are you talking about?"

"You… Draco, you don't know about my uh, financial situation? You didn't overhear it or have Blaise tell you?" Harry asked.

"No, why? Aren't you well off like everyone else?" Draco asked.

Harry frowned. "No, I'm not," he said. "I'm poor. I live in a shit apartment with my boyfriend owned by a landlady who hates us. We have to worry about using the shower everyday because we might not pay our water bills, budget small amounts of food, we barely have a proper bed, and not counting these, my work clothes are the nicest clothes I have."

"You mean… you actually have to think about taking a shower?" Draco frowned.

"Yes."

"Well did you take one today? Smells like you did," Draco commented. Harry pursed his lips. Draco noticed this and asked, "Did I say something to offend you?"

"Yes," Harry bit shortly.

"Well… what was it?"

"Your arrogance in assuming people had money," Harry said.

"Well… sorry then," Draco said. Harry sighed and decided to put it to rest, he figured that hanging on the issue today would just ruin their outing.

"It's okay," Harry said. "So… you work for your father, right? What do you do?"

"Yes, and I hate the bastard," Draco said.

"Why?"

"That is a personal question Harry Potter, one that I don't usually answer before getting you in bed several times," Draco chuckled. Harry stared at him, his expression showing that he was not entertained by Draco's joke. Draco's grin faltered and he sighed, "We just have… different ideas," he said vaguely.

"Okay," Harry nodded, knowing when to stop pressing for information. "What about your mother then?"

"Don't like her either," Draco said. "As soon as I turned eighteen, I moved away from their home, now I live in a nice apartment near the center of the city."

"But you still work for your father," Harry said questionably.

"I need money," Was Draco's answer. "And we need to keep up the appearance of solidarity. So please Harry, keep this information to yourself… or else."

Harry thought it was cute in a weird way that Draco tried to threaten him. He just smiled and nodded, "Of course," he said, "I have no one to tell it to anyway, and it's none of my business." He shrugged.

"Good."

"So what type of restaurant we're going to?" Harry asked.

"Italian," Draco said. "It's a beautiful day, so I've reserved seats outside for us."

"That sounds nice," Harry hummed, giving a small smile. "Are you doing this to impress me?"

"Of course," Draco said. "Although just being in my presence should be impressive enough."

Harry let out a short laugh and said, "Arrogant to the bone, aren't you Draco Malfoy?"

"Of course," Draco smirked, "It adds to my sexual appeal." He winked at Harry, who rolled his eyes.

"Well you're too skinny for me to be sexually appealing," Harry said. "I like my men beefy with muscles."

Draco laughed and said, "Please Harry, sooner or later you'll find out I'm exactly what you need. Ahh, we're here." He pulled up to a fancy-looking building with small tables sitting outside, sectioned off by the rest of the sidewalk by a small iron fence that was about waist high. There were some couples already sitting outside, with one free table waiting for them. Draco got out of the car after he parked it, and walked around to open Harry's door.

"What a gentleman," Harry chuckled.

"Always," Draco said confidently. Harry smiled as Draco escorted him out of his car and to the empty table. As soon as they sat down, a waiter appeared and silently given them their menus. "They know not to bother with small talk with my family," Draco said.

"Shame, I like small talk," Harry sighed as he opened his menu. His stomach growled just at the sight of the list of words. If he could, he would order everything just to bring them back home. Steady food for a few weeks, he thought to himself. But he guessed that Draco wouldn't allow that, or at least he would refuse to pay for Harry's meal.

So instead he focused on the menu. "Can we do everything?" Harry asked. "From appetizers to dessert?"

"Of course," Draco said, "What kind of proper date would this be without all that Harry? Yes… how old are you again Harry? You look absolutely jailbait."

"Twenty three, so yes Draco, I can drink," Harry said. "Though I am not fond of it."

"Oh? And why not?" Draco asked.

Harry frowned. He placed his menu down and looked at Draco. "Viktor… tends to drink heavily. Especially when he is with his 'friends.'"

"From that sour expression, I take it you do not like them?" Draco hummed.

"Honestly? Not really," Harry sighed. "They're all brutish and thug-looking, especially these two men named Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. They're both thick, dumb, and makes Viktor do all these terrible things! I told him that these men are not men a model should associate themselves with but… they've known each other since high school."

"Interesting, I had no idea you've had strong opinions of my bodyguards, Mr. Potter."

Harry jumped. He turned to the source of the voice to see Mr. Riddle sitting by them, a glass of red wine lazily swirling in his hand. "Pray, what other opinions do you have about my employees? I suppose your mind is just full of them… looking at your present company."

"Mr. Riddle!" Harry squeaked. "I-I didn't see you there!"

"I tend to stay invisible until I want to be notice," Mr. Riddle said in a bored manner. His eyes moved to Draco, a lecherous smirk appearing, "And Draco… it is so nice to see you again… I am sure to give your father your concerns."

"Of course sir," Draco said with a sour expression. Mr. Riddle chuckled darkly and finished his wine before standing. He left the empty glass on the table and left without another word. Both Harry and Draco were quiet for some time.

Harry broke it when he started to feel uncomfortable. "So… you know Mr. Riddle too, huh?"

"He is my father's associate," Draco said. "The man just makes me feel… wrong and on edge. How do you know him?"

"He's Viktor's boss," Harry said.

"Well… you should be careful with him," Draco frowned. "He's known… both as Mr. Riddle… and another name."

"What other name?" Harry asked, looking a little scared.

Draco shook his head, "I shouldn't say it here… it's superstition really. He's just a scary man."

"That my boyfriend works for," Harry frowned.

"Hey, don't let them ruin our date, come on, what do you want to eat?" Draco asked. Harry nodded softly and returned his attention to the menu. When he and Draco knew what they wanted, Draco summoned a waiter and they ordered.

"So," Harry said, "Besides working for your father who you don't get along with, what else do you do?"

"Besides going to clubs on the weekend with Blaise?" Draco chuckled. "I like to swim, in fact I swim daily; there's this exclusive gym I am part of, it has an excellent swimming pool there. Maybe if you play your cards right, I'll take you there one day."

"Really? I would like that, I haven't been swimming in forever," Harry smiled. "Not since college at least."

"You went to college? And yet you're working at the café," Draco frowned.

"Well, Blaise is your best friend and he's working there," Harry shrugged.

"Yes because he's a business major learning how to run a business personally from Sirius, why are you there?" Draco said.

"I need the money," Harry sighed. "And there's only so much you can do with an English degree. I mean, teaching is an option but I seriously don't want to do that."

"I can understand that," Draco nodded. "I hate children. So loud and annoying."

Harry laughed and nodded, "Exactly! I have no patience for them," he said, giving a soft smile.

"Good, because you'll need your patience with dealing with your annoying costumers now," Draco nodded.

"I had no idea you would take so long to get into me," Harry joked, smiling when he saw Draco blush.

"Please Potter," Draco said, trying to hide his red face, "You'll know exactly when I get in you, and the time taken will just be for your tight hole to adjust."

"Lofty words, Malfoy," Harry chuckled. "But I wonder if you're man enough to follow them through…" He leaned forward onto the table with a smirk on his face.

"Oh I'm man enough alright," Draco smirked, and he quickly leaned across the table, one hand going to the back of Harry's head as he brought him in for a kiss.

It was dominate, Draco had full control, yet it was also gentle the way Draco's lips seemed to connect and glide over Harry's. Somehow it felt like he was simultaneously marking Harry as his property while showing a whole slew of affection and emotions Harry had never felt. He liked it… then he hated it.

Harry's hands moved to Draco's chest and with surprising strength, he pushed the blonde off of him. "What the fuck?" he demanded.

"Harry—"

Harry's hand curled into a fist and he swung for Draco's face, hitting his cheek perfectly, his hand stinging at the contact, but he felt satisfaction as Malfoy's face turned with the punch, a dark mark left where his fist made contact as Harry withdrew his fist. Draco stared at Harry, shocked and in disbelief.

Harry glared at Draco with a mixture of hatred and betrayal before he took his leave, bumping into the waiter as he brought their appetizers. Harry quickly grabbed a fistful of his salad to eat on the way home.

Draco, however, stayed in his seat, as if in a state of shock. The waiter stared at him for only a moment before setting the food on the table and leaving him. Minutes later, once Harry was gone from view, Draco's hands moved automatically into his pocket to fish out his cellphone and he dialed Blaise's number.

"Draco? I thought you and Harry are on your date, or have you ran out of talking points?" Blaise joked.

"He punched me," Draco said.

"What?"

"He punched me! The bastard punched me!" Draco yelled.

"No way," Blaise laughed, "What did you do?"

"It's not my fault! I just kissed him," Draco grumbled. He rubbed his cheek and felt his cock throb as he thought about the anger on Harry's face. "Know what… I liked it. The anger Harry had, the pure passion in his anger… it's entirely sexy."

"So what now?"

"Now… I need to see that passion more, see that boy in pure emotions," Draco chuckled. "And convince him that I am the man he needs, and not that brute."

A/N: Hmm still debating on how long this story should be… even though I know all the key details and plot points. Please leave a review and tell me what you think! And sorry for not replying this chapter, but I be tired.