The bar was relatively quiet. It nestled between shops and houses and its charming tables and chairs spilled out onto the street. People sat alone nursing a glass of wine taking in the night's warm air and bright starlit sky just visible between the leaning roofs. Others whispered in couples, their heads close together and obviously oblivious to the other occupants. It reminded Harry of Diagon Alley, the same old fashioned windows and the cant of the houses, crouching together. The second glass of wine he had ordered was clutched in his hand. He had drunk the first in haste, not savouring the fruity sweetness or the tang of tannin which came after. Dutch courage he thought to himself. Why Dutch? He shrugged, Hermione would know. He looked up and down the quiet street, his stomach fluttering and slightly nauseous with anticipation. He hadn't planned what he would say if the mysterious young man actually accepted his invitation. No words could really be prepared when two people had shared that intense and personal experience. Harry half hoped the man would not come, that he would be spared the dashing of his dreams as the fantasy became reality. How could any real relationship live up to Harry's feelings of the night before? It was part of the reason he had suggested meeting at night. Maybe under the cover of darkness they might withstand the cruel sharp edges of the real world and slip beautifully into the dream again.
Edward stood in the shadows. His thoughts echoing Harry's as though he could hear them. Would this meeting prove the breaking point of that magical enchantment he had been living under since he saw Harry (he tried the name on his tongue gently) in his house abandon himself to the music? He watched as Harry downed the first drink in a gulp. He smiled to himself; he wasn't the only nervous one. He could leave now and trap this glorious moment in the amber of memory. No, he had to know what would happen. What could happen? Straightening his back he stepped out of the shadows and onto the street.
Harry's magic warned him of the approach of the young man. It danced towards him, picking up his luscious scent and overpowering emotions. Before Harry could turn in his chair to face him Edward took the chair in front of him. Topaz eyes met emerald green. Despite his surprise and embarrassment Harry smiled first. Edward's replying smile was dazzling in its intensity. Wizard glamour met vampire dazzle and the spark of recognition and attraction between them caused people at other tables to look up from their glasses and conversations. A waiter appeared before either of them could speak. Edward ordered a glass of red wine, more for appearance's sake and another drink for Harry.
Edward spoke first. 'Edward Cullen,' he smiled at the beautiful dark haired boy before him. He held out his hand and Harry grasped it laughing at the gesture, made redundant by their previous meeting. 'Harry Potter'. The wine arrived and Edward watched the young man take a sip, savouring the delicate touch of his lips to the glass in contrast to his experience of the passionate kisses of the night before.
Harry cleared his throat. 'Look, this seems a bit...' he shook his head, lost for words.
'Unnecessary? Edward offered smiling.
'Well, yeah.' Admitted Harry. 'That and er... I don't really know what to say now that you're here. You're real.' He ended.
'Didn't you realise that yesterday?' Edward raised his eyebrows. 'You seemed quite certain of my ... physicality last night.' He laughed, Harry joined him and the tension broke instantly.
'Should I apologise..?' began Harry and Edward shook his head emphatically and they laughed together, relieved that they understood how each other felt.
'What are you..?' they began in unison, the soft cadences of Edward's accent over the short Englishness of Harry's voice. Harry reached out and held Edward's hand marvelling at the marble coolness. 'It doesn't matter what you are.' He said passionately, honestly. 'I'm yours.' Without realising what he was doing he pressed his mouth to the slim fingers. Edward's other hand reached over the table and tangled itself in Harry's thick shock of raven hair and pulled him closer, over the table. They stood together and Edward crushed Harry's mouth beneath his own, felt the boy's soft hands on his face, holding him there. Clapping erupted from the tables around them. They laughed at the smiling faces of the other patrons. Edward swept into a low, dramatic bow. Harry followed his lead.
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Laughing, Edward grabbed Harry's hand and led him out into the warm night. As they walked along hand in hand Harry decided not to ask Edward any questions. He wanted this moment, this feeling of unspoken trust to last. He didn't know what would happen and he didn't want to know. He made his mind up to trust this boy, trust him with his secrets and his story, with his body and his mind. Edward's mind was racing too as he held Harry's hand and guided him through the streets. He wondered if this could last. Harry obviously had a past to rival Edward's own. All Edward could do was trust. Trust the moment and the magic. Surrender to these intense feelings he had never felt before. They passed the sleeping buildings and wound their way in the direction of Edward's house. They stepped into the overgrown garden and Harry gasped. Edward had lit tiny lanterns along the path, they danced and sparkled illuminating the tangled branches and creating a magical fairyland of the neglected garden.
'Beautiful,' breathed Harry, entranced by the sight and captured by the fact that Edward had done this for him.
'Like you,' answered Edward pulling Harry in close and kissing him gently. Now it was Harry's turn to lead. Breaking the kiss he pulled Edward into the house after him. He pushed him back towards the wall and the magic exploded from inside him. Delicate fingers of brilliant light played over Edward's face, through his hair, over his lips. He closed his eyes and let Harry's magic caress him. Harry watched as Edward succumbed to his power, taking in the longing that emanated from Edward's body and flowed through the magic into Harry. He allowed the magic to unbutton Edward's shirt and saw the topaz eyes open and look into his own as the silver tendrils played over his now bare chest. Edward's skin was silver in the moonlight and the dark crimson of his nipples contrasted with the glowing light of magic teasing and touching until he stretched his head back and sighed with pleasure. Harry pushed the magic down until it played over the waistband of Edward's tailored trousers. He felt Edward's body move to accommodate the gentle touches and smiled at his power over the angelic being before him. With the magic teasing his growing arousal Edward felt Harry's hands on his chest. He opened his eyes. The young wizard was playing the magic over him like the fingers of a harp and Edward's body sang with the pleasure of it. The magic stroked gently and then more in insistently along the length of him, the hot hands held his shoulders, pinning him to the wall. Edward felt his orgasm build, felt the fingers of light caress him more firmly.
'Look at me.' Whispered Harry. 'Look at me.' He commanded, lust and demanding in his voice. Edward let go of ego, of control and looked into Harry's eyes as the magic flowed. Harry's hot hands encircled Edward's erection. Replacing the magic touching him. It drew back and whipped about them like a storm, crackling and sparkling between them.
'Harry' he gasped as he came into the boy's hands. 'God, Harry. I'm yours.'
'I know,' Harry whispered smiling, 'I know.'