So I think this is exactly 2,000 words or something. Anyway, thanks for those of you who commented! I didn't expect any at all really, maybe like 2 or 3 so...yeah :D thanks!

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Jace had never imagined he'd like dating so much.

Firstly, Harry was much more fun to be around than any other girl. He usually liked all the giggling and that sparkling of their eyes when they looked at him, but Harry's eyes had a natural sparkle to them and he hated those high pitched squeals they made because they were happy to be dating 'Jace' the hero.

Secondly, he'd never been on a date with a man, usually just fucked them, and having the first man be Harry Potter was pretty amazing and so Jace-like. Who else would he have on his first, in public, for all eyes to see, date but somebody famous?

Nobody really knew Harry was Harry Potter because they were either stupid or didn't mention it—not likely—or Harry had some glamour on that made it so only Jace could tell. Magic was awesome, really it was.

Which made him wonder… on that first night, was Harry using his face to get somebody in bed with him?

So on their second date, out at dinner, he asked.

Harry laughed at him. "No, I wasn't. I actually sometimes forget to glamour myself." He flushed, embarrassed. "But when you go to clubs like that they don't really pay attention to your face, so when I noticed I didn't do anything about it."

"I was paying attention. I like somebody with a pretty face."

"Thanks, Jace, for calling me pretty." Harry rolled his eyes.

Harry looked really pretty that night in his dark black shirt and trousers that hugged his perfect ass. He wore a scarf, too, and the color brightened his eyes.

It had been nearly two months of late night conversations on the phone and all day texting when either had the chance, or even if they didn't, and considering Jace killed demons for a living and they crawled through the streets 24/7 he was surprised he got a hold of Harry.

It was on their third night out when the wizard had officially said they were now classified as dating, though Jace had been calling their night outs and morning coffee meets dates and Harry hadn't. Still, Jace smiled and hugged him, and then kissed him until his knees shook.

"Jace, stop staring at your phone and smiling like a love sick fool. Magnus made dinner."

He looked up from his phone to see Alec standing with his hands on his hips, giving him a glare that wasn't fully on and was more caring than scary.

"Sorry, Alec."

"Yeah, I know. Now come eat, okay?"

His parabatai, ever kind and annoying, had blown up his phone asking him over for dinner. He said it was because they hadn't seen each other in days, not since their last demon killing, and after years of seeing each other every morning and night it was just natural to want him to visit.

Jace did not believe that at all. He knew Alec, and he knew that he was worried about Jace and his 'nights out on the town'. In short, he was worried about this relationship with Harry after all the one night fucks he's had since Clary. He really didn't want a lecture from Alec—any talking to from that guy was a pain and just right on the head of the nail.

The one thing that had gotten him here was Magnus's food. Magnus's food was amazing. That warlock could cook and Jace could not—his fridge was full of take out from Taki's or Magnus's food from other nights. Any chance to eat his food was like eating Gordon Ramsey's.

Just then, the warlock shouted from the kitchen, "Blondie, come eat before I decide I don't like you again."

They both laughed.

Jace texted Harry a quick 'got to go, eating with the family' and went into the kitchen. It smelt like heaven, or what heaven should smell like.

The three of them sat at the table and ate. Jace rather liked it, it felt normal and comfortable to just listen to the sounds of their forks and knives—knives that weren't slicing though demon flesh. Don't get him wrong, he loved that sound, but sometimes he loved just being…normal. A normal guy eating the food made by his parabatai's warlock boyfriend. Absolutely normal.

Alec broke the completely acceptable silence with an elongated "So…"

Jace expected this to come at dinner time, so he waited for more when nothing came from Alec for long seconds; he just stared at him blankly.

Magnus spoke instead. "Alec's been bugging me about meeting your new bf. Or, rather, your first bf, and not a boy who's just a fuck buddy."

"Mag! I said I could tell him!"

Magnus tapped Alec's pouting lip. "You were taking too long, love."

Alec sighed. "Jace, it's been two weeks since you and Harry started really dating, right?"

"I count the day at the club the start of our relationship but sure, that works."

"Okay… I just… there's something different about you, okay? And I…" Magnus patted Alec's hand on the table twice and squeezed it. Alec sighed again. "I care about you. You're like my brother; you're more than that to me, actually. But I'm trying to say I don't want you to get hurt or anything and I know the only serious relationships you've had was with Clary and this is different because it's a guy and…" He paused and took a breath. He looked at Magnus, and he gave him an encouraging smile. "I want to meet him."

Jace nodded once. "So you can see if he's good for me?" Jace asked, and not with spite.

Alec gaped. "Um…yeah? I.. Yeah."

"All right," he said, hoping to appease his brother in all but blood. "I'll have a little party at my place, invite Harry over." He never told them he was Harry Potter, and just thinking of that had him saying, "I'll call him after dinner." Just to make it as soon as possible. Angel, he couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces when they found out his Harry was the famous Harry Potter—hopefully Harry wouldn't mind it, but Jace suspected it would be fun for him, too.

"At your place?" Alec asked, making a face like he ate a lemon.

"Yeah? Why can't I?"

"It's so…small. And…well…small."

Jace huffed. "I could make a good joke at that, but I'm kind enough not to."

"I can fix your place," Magnus injected. "A little magic will help make things bigger." He winked at Alec. "Not that I need that spell."

Jace choked on his food. "Should've made that joke."

_BREAK_

They sat on the couch watching some horror movie. Jace took this as his chance to go down the hall and call Harry, knowing that the warlock and his parabatai would want to listen in and he wasn't having that. Those two were sneakier than Max was when it came to…well, anything sneaky.

Alec sat up to follow him, but he pointed at the sofa. "No."

Magnus pulled the pouting—and why did he do that all the damn time?—Shadowhunter into his arms, glaring halfheartedly at Jace.

He went into the bathroom, locking the door, and called up Harry. It rang a few times until he heard a beep and said before Harry could answer, "Hi Harry-bear!"

"Ugh, please don't call me that, Jace. You sound like my godfather. And not the good one, the bad one."

Jace heard an 'I object to that! I am not the bad one!' and Harry sighed out a, "One sec."

He listened in. It was one of Harry's godfathers—who were dating apparently, and one was a werewolf. They were visiting for the weekend at Harry's place, which he had yet to visit, but the same went for his own place so he couldn't say much.

"Harry, how could you? I thought you loved me."

"Siri, leave. I've told you a million times: stop sneaking in here to listen to my phone conversations."

"But—"

"No."

"You treat me like a kid!"

He could hear the gentle and loving teasing in Harry's voice. "You are a kid."

"That doesn't mean anything, and you know it!"

"Just leave!"

There was rustling and then Harry's cheery voice was back. "Hello again, love. How are you?"

"Magnus fed me, so I'm very good."

He laughed. "Good. By the way, Sirius has been stealing my phone—well, failing at stealing my phone, but basically he wants to meet you, and so does Remus."

Jace raised a brow, and suddenly an idea formed. "Do they? Well, then I've got something to tell you."

"Oh? Should I be scared or excited?"

When thinking about that, Jace had to say, "Both." Because meeting the family was always scary.

"Hmm. Do tell."

Jace grinned. "We have dinner at my place. I invite my family—not Maryse or Robert, I can't handle them anymore—but Izzy and Alec and Magnus and maybe Simon and you bring along your godfathers." He would've said Clary but even if they still talked this wasn't something to bring her to, most definitely a big no-no in the dating rules.

"Yeah, that sounds nice, actually. Tell me what you're making and I'll bring along a dessert, okay?"

Jace froze. "Making?" he whispered. "Uh…yeah, I'll text you…what I'm making."

"Ugh, I got to go; now they're both out my door whining like sad puppies. Why do they need my attention so badly?"

"Everybody wants your attention, Harry. It's probably that great ass of yours."

In fact, right now he could picture Harry lying on his bed, which he probably was, on his stomach like he said he did when on the phone with Jace. 'I'm like a teenage girl, I like to hold my pillow to my face and kick my feet in the air', he said once. And Jace saw his ass just there, in perfect view, and it did not disappoint him. It never would, he knew.

"Well, it's understandable. But anyway, I should go. Let me know tomorrow, okay? When you want this to happen and all."

"Sure. Bye, Harry."

"Goo'night, Jace."

The sound of the disconnection was loud and Jace hated it.

He moved to open the bathroom door, smiling like an idiot after that call—like he did every call—to see Alec and Magnus standing with grins on their faces.

They had listened in.

Just like Harry, Jace had his own eavesdropping to deal with. "You're like children, listening in on my conversations."

Magnus shrugged. "We've nothing better to do."

"Go have sex." He waved at the bedroom next door.

He was kidding, but they gave each other the same look and Jace knew it was his cue to leave.

He walked to the front door, getting his shoes on, when he heard Magnus call out, "Wait, Jace."

The warlock was standing behind him, a smile on his face. Jace had his suspicions as he usually did when Magnus smiled at him like this. "Yeah?"

"You suck at cooking food. So I'm going to be gracious enough to lend a hand and teach you my amazing ways."

He blinked. "Really? Well…thanks. I appreciate that."

The warlock crossed his arms and raised a brow. "You sound so lost already," he chuckled.

"Well, Izzy ruins food, but I don't even attempt."

"Once you've learned the basics it won't be difficult."

"I was hoping to have this party Friday. That's 5 days."

"Then we shall teach you one meal. And it will be a grand, delicious meal Harry will drool over."

Jace nodded. That seemed better. Maybe after this dinner was over Magnus could teach him how to cook. It would probably be relevant eventually.

Alec came over, wrapping an arm around Magnus's waist. "Night, Jace. Tell Harry we say hello when you call him later." He smirked.

Jace rolled his eyes and smiled. "I will." He opened the door, turning to say a final goodnight, and went home to call Harry.


Thanks for reading! I know it's a weird pair, but I'm trying to make it feel right! :D

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-Eve