Author's note: All right, so I'm not to sure what the movie theatre, Cineworld, looks like, so… I'm just guessing. And yes, I just had to do Star Trek. I mean, some people might hate it, but it's the only thing I could think of that was in the time period(ish) this takes place. I guess I could have done Lord of the Rings…

Warning: Gay stuff.

Disclaimer thing: I don't own the characters, but I can make them do whatever I want (like a boss).

Draco's POV

Now fully clothed, Harry and Draco began their journey home. Things were, truthfully, very awkward. Now that all traces of potion and alcohol were gone from the equation, the events that happened began to sink in. Outside of the potion room it was cold and unforgiving after the hot sauna that they had just been squirming around in. They couldn't deny that it was fun being locked in a potion room, but it was less… romantic after Snape had found them…

"So… What happens now?" Harry asked, breaking the pressing silence. Draco shoved his hands into his pockets, unsure of how to answer.

"Well, I guess that there are many options. Option number one: We forget this ever happened, get married to women, and live our lives, unhappy. Number two," Harry made a funny noise then started giggling uncontrollably. Draco glared at the raven-haired boy, who did his best to stop laughing, turning his head towards the wall.

So adorably child-like sometimes. I know, a cruel thing to say about the most amazing person in the world, but… I wouldn't have him any other way, Draco thought, shaking his head, a bit of a adrenaline rush pumping through his veins at the though of 'having' Harry freakin' Potter.

"Sorry, sorry. Keep going."

"Option number two: We forget this ever happened, eventually coming out of the closet when we are 30, and live the rest of our years searching for a gay guy to marry, and a church man that will marry us. Option number three: We build on this, eventually having a good relationship until who knows when."

"That really wasn't that many," Harry said smartly. They had been slowly making their way through the hallway, reaching the stairs. The ominous green glow that had surrounded them throughout the hallway suddenly stopped, as if there was a wall blocking off the light from the rest of the castle. Draco lifted his leg heavily, set it down on the first step, and pushed. They began the descent up the wide staircase, bumping shoulders every so often.

"Well, there are many alterations to each option that I could easily have changed; making many, many more options, but that would have been repetitive. So, I left it to three so that your simple mind could process it." Oh, yes, baby. Draco Malfoy was back.

"Ouch. When did Malfoy arrive?"

"A while ago. Apparently, he likes you a lot more than he lets on."

"Oh, is that so?" They had reached the top of the stairs and now faced the ultimate decision. Do they go their separate ways? Which path do they choose? Will this sappy story ever get better?

"Well…?"

"Yes, well is quite right…" They stared at each other, then down one way, then the other. Right would lead them to the Great Hall and Gryffindor tower. Left would take them to the Slytherin dungeon, outside, and the quidditch field. That last one had nothing to do with anything, but it's nice to know.

Draco decided to try and seduce Harry. But don't tell the poor bloke otherwise it won't be as fun.

Draco smiled wickedly, coming up with a plan. Harry swiveled on his heel, mouth open to say something when he noticed the malevolent smile on the thin face. He shut his mouth and shrunk away.

"Draco, are you having a stroke?" Harry sounded a bit worried, trying to be a bit funny, but mostly trying to get the evil smile off of the beautiful face. He reached up and stroked the side of Draco's face as if he would be able to melt the grin off. Draco rubbed his face against the hand, kissing the edge of it.

"I have an idea of what we can do."

2 HOURS LATER

They went to McGonagall, the headmaster. After a few discussions, some sucking up, and a teacher or two later, they got permission to go on a little trip to wherever they please (Snape's idea. I guess he didn't want to see anymore table screwing). They decided to go to the heart of London.

"You are such a softie, Draco," Harry snorted. The blonde was currently on his back, legs bent… surrounded by a variety of puppies. The pups were crawling all over his torso, licking his smiling face. He lifted a black lab into the air, bringing it to his face and cooing.

They were currently in a small muggle pet shop called Paws and Claws. It was quite nice. It had room for the cats and dogs to run around, but not bump into each other. There was a backroom that had birds, another that contained reptiles, and a last one that had rodents and rabbits. It was Draco's idea to go there.

"I'm not a softie," Draco grumbled. "I just like dogs. You can tell them all your secrets and they won't tell a soul."

"Unless they are talking dogs."

"That's ridiculous. But I like the way you think, Harry." Draco was still calling him by his first name, determined not to put his… boyfriend down? Boyfriend? Boyfriend? What a nice word. Draco slowly removed all the puppies from his chest, petting them as he went and stood up. His clothes (which consisted of jeans and a black work shirt, tucked into the jeans, three buttons unbuttoned) were covered in dog hair.

"You look like Chewbacca," Harry remarked.

"Who?"

"He's a character from a movie called Star Wars."

"What's a movie?"

"Erm… Well, the definition is 'motion picture', but seeing as all the pictures in the wizard world are in motion, that doesn't work… So, a movie is a bunch of muggle pictures put together to make a story line with… pictures. Does that make sense?" Harry blushed, tilting his head to look down on the floor.

"Well, no. But I can sort of see what you are saying… Can we go see one?" Harry looked up, emerald eyes alight. He hadn't been to one in a while. It would be a fun experience. Harry nodded, smiled slightly, and led Draco out of the pet shop. The sky was dark and cloudy, streets busy, people bustling past; London always seemed to be full of activity. The sky growled, surprising the blonde. He looked up just in time to get shot in the eye with a droplet of rain. He let out a bit of a hiss that turned to a groan as he dropped his head and rubbed his eye. Harry chuckled, which earned him a silver-gray glare.

"Hey, now, that hurt. Would you like to feel what its like?" Harry laughed even harder, one hand grabbing his stomach while the other waved no.

"Where is the nearest movie thing?" Draco had never said 'thing' before, because he never spoke without knowing what he was talking about, but he was in a hurry to get out of the parky weather. The wind had started to pick up, making it even worse. In such a thin shirt, Draco was helpless against the nipping wind.

"The nearest one is about half a kilo to the right. We had better hurry." They started at a fast past, droplets of rain hitting their faces every so often. People around them started pulling out umbrellas to hide their fancy clothing from the soiling rain. A gust of wind lifted a few skirts, and Draco couldn't help but snicker at the now blushing ladies.

Harry's POV

Rain started to fall rapidly, but not too heavily-yet. A bright sign down the street indicated where the movie theatre was. It started to pour, sheets of rain clouding his vision. He looked back at Draco, who was squinting. Harry felt a hand grab at his shirt and looked down to find Draco's large, slender hand holding the fabric tightly.

"Don't want to get lost?" Harry asked as they neared the theatre. Draco smiled slightly, water dripping down his face. They carefully walked up the steps (so they wouldn't slip) and under the shelter of Cineworld. Once in, they were bombarded by people and lights and voices; it was a movie premiere. For what, who knows?

"What shall we watch?" Harry asked over all the noise.

"What?" Draco yelled back.

"What movie shall we watch?" Harry shouted.

"Oh… I don't care. Just… Get me out of here," Draco whispered in Harry's ear. Draco had somehow gotten closer to Harry without his noticing, and the hot, heavy breathing against his ear made him gasp. He felt a tightening in his groin, but ignored it the best he could, thinking about disgusting things. He didn't think people would be all that enthused if he ripped Draco's clothes off and did all sorts of naughty things with him. He himself wouldn't mind… Harry shook his head, and walked up to the dude behind the plastic, transparent wall. He looked at what was playing and decided.

"Two for Star Trek, please."

Chskk "That'll be ₤4." Chskk.

Harry shoved the coins and bills through the hole (hehehehe) and grabbed the tickets. He led the silent blonde through the crowds. The walls were covered in posters of movies playing at the cinema. The walls were multi-colored, patterns haphazardly thrown around. The food stands were crowded with people. The ceiling was high and pattern-less. Bright lights shone from every where. They had to stop at least three times because of stupid people who randomly stopped for no reason. They finally found the theatre number the movie played in and stepped in through the dark hallway to the endless risers filled with seats.

There were people. The room was buzzing with endless noise. Harry caught a few people gaping at them, but whether it was their looks or the fact that they were holding hands, he would never know. He escorted Draco towards two seats in the back row which was empty but for a fat guy in a STAR TREK: THE WRATH OF KHAN t-shirt that was too small for him. His pale gut spilled out over the camo pants. His beard and hair were shaggy, but clean. He had a small bag of popcorn and a small soda pop. Luckily the dude was on the opposite side of the row. Harry could still do naughty things without anyone noticing…

"Harry…"

"Yes, Draco?"

"What is this place called?"

"It is called a movie theatre." Draco nodded, then was silent.

The lights dimmed rather quickly after that and the room became silent. Sound bombarded Harry's virgin ears causing him to wince slightly. Harry watched as Nero and the U.S.S. Kelvin battled it out, as a young James Tiberius Kirk jumped from a car, and as adult Kirk got his ass whooped by 'cupcake', Harry looked over at Draco. The blonde's mouth was agape, eyes wide with awe, pulled into the story. He looked so… adorable. The hand holding his tightened as Kirk nonchalantly fought the Klingons to save the ship, Kobayashi Maru. When the hand fell away, he took the chance to rest his hand on Draco's knee. The blonde appeared to be too immersed in the trial-like fight between Spock and Kirk to notice the hand running up his leg slowly towards his crotch.

Harry moved closer, putting his mouth up to Draco's ear. He licked the outer shell of the ear causing the young man to gasp. Harry licked and nibbled Draco's ear. The blonde began squirming, trying not to moan. Harry moved his hand up to the waistband of Draco's shirt, pulling the front free. His finger ran up and down the trail of hair on the pale stomach. Harry moved his head away from Draco's, watching the destruction of Vulcan, sure that Draco was none too happy with how he left him. He withdrew his hand, settling on rubbing it up and down Draco's leg, occasionally sweeping across the slight bulge hidden behind those pesky jeans.

Eventually Harry rested his hand delicately on the leg and watched the movie. He felt something warm and soft land on top of his hand: it was Draco's hand, which encased his possessively. It was an oddly intimate thing to do for how long they had 'been together. And really, really sweet.

After the movie ended, Draco was animated, like a little kid after seeing his favorite movie again.

"And then Kirk was like PULAOOOWWW," Draco made an explosion with his hands. "Then, Scotty was stuck in the water. Ooohh, and Spock's mother was lost. Oh, oh, oh, oh, and Sulu only knew fencing! And Kirk saved Sulu! My Slytherin that was BRILLIANT! Just ace." Draco finalized his speech with a jump, landing and throwing his arms out to the side, managing to slap a few people in the face. Only one person ducked. The others shot Draco evil glares, murmuring to their companions. Harry bit his lower lip, trying not to laugh at the way Draco was acting. It had been quite some time since Harry saw someone get THAT excited over a movie, but hey, it was a pretty good film.

Draco POV

"We should watch another one soon," Draco exclaimed enthusiastically as he began to walk again. This date hadn't turned out exactly like Draco had wanted it, but in a way it was better. After Harry had gotten him a bit… excited, he was conflicted. Should he hop into Harry's lap like a little girl and snog like the world was to end the next day, or watch the exciting film. It was difficult, but he made the decision to finish the movie. It was enough for him to hold Harry's hand. It gave him a fuzzy feeling that he had never gotten with Pansy or the other girls.

When they got outside, the sun was out and shining. The air smelled like rain, and puddles were every where. Draco practically skipped off the steps. Luckily, the streets were almost empty, so he didn't run into anyone this time.

"Who ever came up with the idea of Star Trek was bloody amazing," Draco admired.

"I believe it was Gene Roddenberry. He first came up with the idea in the 1960's, creating Star Trek: The Original Series. I'm guessing it wasn't originally like that, but after other variations of Star Trek were made, he had to add that." Draco stopped, mouth agape.

"Hooker say whaaaaa?"

Yes, I know, I am not a very good writer. But I tried. Don't be too harsh. I'm sorry I didn't have so many British type words in here. I just haven't mastered where to put it or how to use it yet. I don't know when the next one will come out because, to be truthful, I don't know where to go. So, if you have any ideas... yesh.