Chapter 24


Even though Harry was joking, he was nervous. What if Malfoy wanted to go back home and have sex? There was no reason for Harry to say no now. But, he also didn't want to jump into bed with Malfoy. There were so many things to consider. What if they didn't work out?

What Harry felt for Malfoy was more than a crush or a physical need to bed him. He was stupidly in love and he didn't want to risk getting his heart broken.

"Not right away I suppose," Malfoy said, yanking Harry out of his thoughts. "It wouldn't be very refind of me if I didn't at least ask you out to a proper dinner and perhaps to the theatre."

Now, Harry knew he was dreaming, or stuck in some nightmare that he couldn't wake from. "I didn't realise you were going to bore me to bed," he said.

"You know, Potter, you're very confusing," Malfoy said, sounding annoyed, and this time Harry could tell it wasn't an act.

"What did I do?"

"Nothing, forget it," Malfoy said.

After they finished their breakfast, the waitress stopped by to clear the table and asked if they wanted more juice. They both answered no; Harry knew there was no more reason to stay there. It was time to leave.

He stood up first and Malfoy followed. When they walked out of the café, Harry reached for Draco's hand. He'd had some time to think; he wasn't so hung over anymore and breakfast with Malfoy had been pleasant. Because, it was with Malfoy, and they hadn't yet killed each other.

"We Apparated here, but do you want to walk back?" Harry asked as casually as he could. Malfoy nodded once and they were on their way. Back to Harry's place.