I decided to write one of Harry and Jace's dates for y'all! :) this will probably be the only one...


Their first date, though Harry still refused to call them that, was in the morning with breakfast and coffee. Harry was so sleepy and cute, whining until he had gotten his blubbery muffin and hot coffee. So it made sense to have their second date be at night, and at dinner.

They were to meet at the restaurant. Jace was there first. Women and men poured inside the large building that glowed with fancy lights and had a perfect square heavenly white colored structure. Some were in expensive dresses and jewels, and others in simple elegant clothes. Jace had Magnus buy—steal—the clothes he wore now, a loose fitting long-sleeved shirt and some tight black pants that looked and felt too much like skinny jeans for him to be comfortable, but Magnus made sure to let him know it made him look bigger down below. With Alec in the room, face flushed angrily, probably because his boyfriend was checking Jace out, it was very awkward.

The Saturday night was beautiful to say the least. He waited outside under a slanted roof in the wind, watching the sky open up and the clouds vanish to reveal the moon.

Then he saw him, walking across the street. Black trousers, a darker black shirt under a thick pea coat, and a green silk scarf, Harry honestly could pass for a Shadowhunter just with the total blackness blended in with the night. But then again, there was something else entirely about Harry in his smile and his walk that was not at all like a hunter of demons.

Meeting Harry halfway, he hugged him tight, whispering in his ear, "You look stunning, Harry."

Harry chuckled, his hands pressing at Jace's chest to shove him back. He was smiling. "Don't get too excited." He grinned. "At midnight I turn into a hideous monster."

Jace intertwined their hands and turned them towards the front doors. "I don't believe you could be hideous."

"Thanks. I'm freezing. Let's get inside."

Inside the place stank of snobs. Jace saw Harry's nose scrunch up like he, too, could smell it.

They were seated in a booth, Jace grumbling about having to sit so far from Harry—he hated booths, he truly did—but the little touch of Harry's shoe on his ankle made him grin.

"Been here before?" Harry asked.

He shrugged. "Not at all. It looked nice enough."

Harry grimaced, eyes shooting sideways out at the floor of tables in the large round room. "Maybe too nice."

Glancing around, it did seem too nice. The kind of nice that was merely an outer shell and beneath it was foulness and fakeness. And, as it was obvious they were on a date, most of the people glared at him and Harry like dating a guy was wrong or unheard of, which in New York it really wasn't.

Jace was sort of regretting bringing Harry here. He just wanted a nice night out, where they could be themselves. Like when they were at the club.

"I sort of miss the club scene," Jace practically sighed. "We should go back sometime."

Harry shook his head. "No way. I loved the place, I really did, but…the werewolves there are so different from the type I'm used to and honestly, it's unnerving."

There was a difference in magical werewolves than the normal werewolves. One main difference being the magical ones could perform wizard magic with wands, while the normal werewolves, like Lucian, could not. Some people even called them wizard weres.

"They seemed to like you," Jace said, recalling the few heated looks Harry received.

Harry looked down at the table for a moment. "Yeah, well, I am Harry Potter," he mumbled.

"And you could get anyone you want."

With a big nod, Harry replied, "I could; you're lucky I chose you, Shadowhunter." His eyes twinkled.

Jace gasped. "Harry, were you using your famous face to get in bed with me?"

Harry laughed. "No, I wasn't." He paused. "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." He shrugged.

Jace slide his hand across the table, holding Harry's hand. "I was paying attention. I like somebody with a pretty face."

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

The waitress came over and their hands separated—this place was becoming more and more unwelcoming. She was small and cute, but the hint of a sneer was on her lips when she asked for their orders.

"Some more time would be great," Harry said with a smile.

She walked away.

Harry bit his lip, watching her go, and when she was far enough to not hear he whispered to Jace, "I've got a better place than this in mind, wana go?"

"I'll follow you anywhere."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Shut up and come with me." He stood and held his hand out, Jace took it and they left, water glasses untouched and menus lying closed on the tables.

Outside, pulling his jacket tighter around him, Jace was dragged along with Harry on the biting cold streets. The wind was strong and ruffled his hair. He grumbled. "Harry, I worked hard on getting my hair just right for you." He pushed it from his face with his fingers.

Harry glanced at him. "I would think you wouldn't have to try too hard for it to be perfect."

"Well, you might be right. I do still look good."

Harry scoffed, turning his head forward again. "Enough confidence for twenty men," he murmured.

Jace smiled. "Where are we headed to?"

"A restaurant."

"Oh, good, I'm starved."

They stopped in front of a brick wall of a building. An empty, no doors, windowless brick walled building.

Jace looked at his date like he was insane, and staring at the wall with such concentration he might be. "Harry? I don't see anything. It's a brick wall, love."

Harry didn't pay attention to him; he kept staring at the brick, eyes seeming to bore far enough into it that he could see the other side.

"Harry?" Jace asked, gripping the hand he still held.

"Shut up. I'm concentrating."

"I'm not sure I like the fact that that's the second time you've told me to shut up. And I can see your concentrating. On what, I'm not sure."

Harry freed his hand from Jace's and dug into his pants, pulling out a stick—rather, his wand. "It's a glamoured restaurant, Jace; I'm making sure we're at the right place."

"Oh." Now he felt like an idiot.

Harry stuck his wand into a little hole Jace just noticed, and suddenly the brick glowed, and after Harry took out his wand the wall separated in two pieces, sliding apart on the cement like it was slippery ice, and there it was.

"Welcome to 'Hidden Magic'," Harry said, taking his hand again.

"Not a very clever name," Jace said, watching as a witch in a very mundane witch hat walked by them with another witch who held her hand. So at least there wouldn't be any discrimination—wizards usually only discriminated against the types of magic they didn't have. If someone was a dark magic user, than they hated light magic users.

Harry laughed. "No, it isn't, but the food's good."

The room was big, and tall—tall enough for a giant to walk in and still have plenty of space. But somehow, the magic made it feel open but comfortably so. When they walked between the two broken apart walls he felt the barrier tingle and let him through, and when they came to an empty table and a waitress seated them he still felt it on his skin, the little hairs on his arms prickling up from the large amount of magic in the air.

Harry was as content as he could be with the magic. And Jace was, too, when he was able to sit right next to him at the round table they took.

"Jace, give a guy some space, will you?" Harry laughed, pushing at the back of his chair.

Jace pouted but scooted over a few inches to appease Harry. "So, what's good here?" He grabbed the menu the waitress left for him. The food was pretty basic from what he saw.

"Anything. It's all amazing."

"Is it…magical?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Corniest thing you've said to me so far."

"Ah, corny is not my specialty."

Harry hummed. "I see. And what is, dare I ask?"

"Sarcasm. Turns everyone on."

"Not everyone."

"You looked pretty hot and bothered that first night."

Harry's cheeks tinted a light shade of pink. "Shut it."

Jace shook his head, sighing. "Third time. Have your godfathers taught you no manners?"

Harry laughed loudly. "Are you kidding me? Remus? Sirius? Manners?"

The waitress came over before he could reply. Harry ordered and since Jace didn't feel like waiting for her to come back a second time he had Harry order for him as well.

The rest of the dinner was easy, and flowed smoother than river water—but like all rivers there were the rapids. The smooth river was when Harry flushed at his compliments and when Harry made a joke that had Jace laughing so loud the other tables nearby told them to be quiet. The rough parts were the several times he tried to touch Harry beneath the table like Harry did to Jace at the other restaurant but Harry slid away. Jace didn't know why he did, but the evil smirk he gave told it all—Harry was a little tease.

Harry wanted to get dessert. So they ordered a lava cake and Jace found out Harry really loved chocolate. That might've been the best part of the night, so far, watching Harry eat the cake and practically show his orgasm face. He had calmly resituated himself in his tight pants when Harry finished.

They left and were walking the streets, full and happy. They came to an empty park. A full playground and a wide field with green grass, it just looked too inviting under the moonlight to not enter.

So they snuck in, as the sign on a gate said it was closed until 7am. But Jace liked to break the rules, and apparently so did Harry.

Ending up at the abandoned playground, Harry begged Jace to push him on the swings. "Oh, come on, Jace, just a little push!" He turned to him on the swing, chains jingling.

"Fine," he said, not one to refuse the look in Harry joyful eyes. He pushed him once, and didn't realize how strong until Harry ended up face first in the dirt after flying too high too fast.

Harry was groaning, lifting himself up. Jace knelt by him. He touched his shaking shoulder, somewhat worried. "Harry? Did I hurt you?"

Harry glared at him. His face was dirty and smeared with green and brown stains. He held in a laugh at the anger in his eyes. "You nearly broke my face. You're lucky I don't wear my glasses anymore or I might have glass in my eyes right now."

Jace grinned, patting his shoulder, dusting off some dirt and grass. "Sorry, love, don't know my own strength."

Then Harry shoved his hand into the ground and tossed grass up at him. The grass got in his hair, and in his mouth. He spat it out immediately and glared. "Harry…"

The wizard shot up and ran. "Sorry! You deserved it!" He laughed delightedly.

With his Shadowhunter reflexes Jace chased him and caught him quickly, right beneath an almost leafless tree—fall wasn't here yet, but this poor tree had already been subjected to the harsh cold weather.

Harry laughed as Jace held him around his waist firmly, Jace titling him backwards a bit. "Don't drop me! I'll do anything!" Harry laughed, twitching in Jace's' grip.

"Anything?" Jace asked.

Harry stopped moving. He looked at Jace, the laughter gone from his face. It was softer now that the joking lines were gone, more tranquil, and Jace felt special being the only one to see this right now. They were the only ones in this park, in their own little world. "Yeah," he whispered, leaning up. "Anything."

They kissed. Soft, light, just like the moonlight shinning above down on them, the kiss was delicate. Jace parted Harry's lips with his own, the tips of their tongues touching. His fingers digging into Harry's sides, the wizard groaned lowly and titled his head and body further up into Jace's.

He opened his eyes, and Harry somehow knew he did because he opened his right after. Gold stared into green, colors burning with the heat their bodies made in the cold night.

"Hey!"

Shocked, they parted wetly, arms going around each other and turning. A cop was coming closer from the other side of the gate. He held a flashlight and a dog on a leash in each hand. "You kids get aren't supposed to be here at this time of night!"

They ran. They laughed as they ran, too, and Jace and Harry looked back in glee as the cop gave up on his chase. Jace looked to the tree before they turned a corner, and remembered where it was. Because this night was one to remember.


Hope you liked! It was fun to write! :D

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RANDOM INPUT: My flat screen TV went crazy and broke today, right before the football game. I had to take my old TV that doesn't even have the three colored things to plug cables into (can't remember what they're called) it's so old, and it's super small. And cuts off the picture. I hate my life. Seriously. Now for Christmas we'll just be getting a TV instead of cool things. And now I have to watch the rest of the games on this tiny piece of shit. Once, again, I hate my life.

-Eve